They couldn't control the returnees.
After all, the returnees have their own opportunities and methods that would allow them to get stronger faster.
Even without the Green Planet's help, they could head over to the crack or even to the other world to get stronger.
Samuel couldn't say anything to them.
But the Magic Association was different.
This is an association that was approved by the officials in the first place with each and every single one of them being member of Continent Z. If it was not because these people were training people to become magicians, how could the Magic Association's existence be tolerated?
The military would be the first to disagree.
"They're in their place." The official pointed in one direction. "But many of them are not here and they have already sent people to help."
"Send people to help?" Samuel sneered. "Do you call those weaklings to be backup people to help?"
"This…"
