I honestly couldn’t even remember what the meeting was all about. All I could remember was people thanking the leaders for coming together, the objective of the joint training, and how the mock battles would come first before the joint training.

The training schedule was also explained, and there were many different useless topics.

However, the lavish dinner that happened afterward was what stupefied me.

‘It was fun.’

It felt like the stress I had accumulated over the past few days had completely disappeared.

‘South Americans sure know how to have fun.’

They were intense, and they were skilled at playing on our level and the women—Anyway, they apparently got summoned to a place where the locals praised the god of drinking, singing, and dancing.

I felt kind of bad for the common soldiers who had to survive on rations, but there was obviously corruption here. The rotten figures among us didn’t seem to care about that. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have decided to go out and drink.

Of course, the meeting was beneficial for those rotten figures, and I was sure that they thought that last night was worth it.

As for me, I focused on looking satisfied...