Not long after the announcement spread across the five continents, Lucien's communication device received a message.
He expected another report.
Instead, the sender made him pause.
Solar Concordium.
Lucien opened the message.
[You should've invited me to something this fun.]
Lucien stared at the words.
Then realization struck him.
Right.
For countless years, Solar Concordium had been the one most closely associated with intercontinental competitions.
He had organized them, refined them, and learned exactly how to turn simple contests into events people actually wanted to watch and participate in.
More importantly, his Law of Combat made him exceptionally suited for what Lootwell was building.
Lucien's thoughts accelerated almost immediately.
Perfect Calculation activated.
Several existing problems rearranged themselves in his mind.
