It wasn’t entirely accurate to say that Han Qingyu had the ambition to revive the Color Erasers of Regiment 425. In reality, he hadn’t given it that much thought, let alone planned that far ahead.

His recent psychological shift was akin to that of a small farmer leveling up to a small-scale landowner.

In the past, he focused solely on the modest harvest from his land, managing his daily finances with meticulous care. The most important things were that he wasn’t hungry or cold, and that he remained in good health. Beyond that, watching his granary gradually fill up and eventually overflow brought him great satisfaction and joy.

As he gradually gained more time to spare from farming, and his lands expanded, he started to dream of having a little corner of the world all his own. 

That place would need to have an environment where he could feel at ease, with people he could trust, where they could all slowly grow and prosper together. Eventually, they would reach a point where...