Murphy knocked on the table and said:
"But we must see results!
Even the most beautiful blueprint is no match for success right in front of us. Maybe you can allocate some personnel to 'downgrade' your current achievements; we can't afford to transplant the Fiery Giant Lizard's eyes and He's Tooth Beast's ears to regular soldiers, it's too extravagant.
My point is, the costless prototype can never be compared to large-scale mass production. We need the creator's Death Angels, but we also need a 'Salvation Army' of vast numbers, just like generals and soldiers, like heroes and assistants.
To pursue victory, neither can be absent."
"I understand. I'll put forth a plan soon, sir."
Flynn excitedly rubbed his hands.
He initially thought the power he gained in the Twilight Organization was satisfying enough, but it turned out he was clueless about true generosity.
Why else could Sir Murphy become the creator's eternal chosen one?
