In a room lit only by moonlight, Russell looked at Ganchalov, a sense of recruitment rising within him.
Having many talented people is a good thing; who would complain about having too few?
If Russell envied talent and was jealous of ability, he could not possibly be the Gospel.
The Ganchalov before him was undoubtedly talented. If he could be persuaded to join the Doomsday Party, not only would it plant a thorn in the Church of Truth, but it would also enhance the strength of the Doomsday Party—a double victory!
With this thought, Russell began to speak: "Mr. Ganchalov, I am aware of your thoughts, but I must correct you on one thing."
"Which one?"
"The Truth you speak of, is it not based on the foundation of Humans? If there are no Humans, would your pursuit of Truth still hold meaning?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"That the survival of Humans is the major premise, right?"
"From my standpoint, that is indeed the case," said Ganchalov.
