Turning to Julius, who had fallen into deep thought, Nash urged him to speak.
"Co on, spit it out. You must have a specific guess about who planned to harm us."
"President... Do you know the Fletcher family?" Julius asked tentatively, watching as Nash’s expression shifted.
Having investigated all their possible enemy, he was able to pinpoint the Fletcher family from all the present and past news sent to him from the Arlean Civilization.
"It seems they’ve already investigated my origins," Nash said with a wry smile, quickly piecing together the situation.
The Fletcher family was practically a royalty in the Arlean Civilization.
Though they no longer ruled the planet, they still held significant positions and status.
They must have uncovered Nash’s killing of Elias Fletcher, the heir with the purest bloodline of the Arlean Ancestors.
Though there was no evidence, by investigating his ti in the Dark Plane, they likely discovered his ability to use their innate skill, Crimson Eyes.
Tracing his identity from Noir to Nash, his history on Earth, and his movents in the Dark Plane, they must have concluded he was responsible for their heir’s death.
No wonder they dared to retaliate even after learning he was a top-seeded talent.
Though they couldn’t kill him or harm Earth directly due to his status as a cosmic elite, targeting those who ventured into the Dark Plane was still within their reach.
As for his ties with Julian, Lanster, Zypr, and other Arleans, an old royalty still held enough sway to make things happen.
As long as they hid their tracks well enough to leave no evidence, no one would dare to point fingers at them based on re guesses.
"What’s your plan now, President?" Julius asked in curiosity.
Having long suspected the culprit but lacking proof, he had no one to confront.
"Don’t worry, they’ll face their retribution soon," Nash said coldly.
In the past, he wouldn’t dare to utter such words.
However, with his current ties to the Arlean Civilization’s top talents and figures, disposing of a few royalties was still possible.
Old royalty, in other terms, were just fallen nobles who had lost their grace.
If the stakes were high enough, they could be cast aside like slaves.
If not, and their influence held firm, Nash didn’t mind biding his ti until he could crush them completely.
Hearing Nash’s reassurance, Julius let out a sigh of relief.
His old president was still as reliable as ever.
After discussing more matters and setting a few goals for Julius, Nash took his leave and returned to the Dark Plane.
---
Back at the Lantern Shelter, Nash didn’t venture outside but headed to the teleportation station.
He only ca here to check his people’s current state, not to upgrade his Severance Knife.
Though still at tier 1, his weapon could already slay tier 2 dark beasts.
Having seen their condition and discussed improvents and issues with Julius, Nash was ready for real work.
Selecting a tier 2 yellow-level shelter, he dove back into the battlefield.
---
A day later.
After slaying a thousand tier 2 dark beasts, the Severance Knife beca a tier 2 weapon.
Swish~
"Sharp!" Nash’s eyes lit up at the glint of his blade.
He felt that without activating his runic armor and defenses, no matter how strong his void energy or soul power was, he’d be cut in half.
"As expected of a conceptual weapon!"
Reaching tier 2, the Severance Knife could now cut anything at or below the tier 3 realm.
No matter how hard or soft, if it didn’t advance from the tier 3 realm, it could be sliced.
Excited to test his weapon, Nash used it to cut down a few more dark beasts.
Unfortunately, aside from being slightly faster as it breaks condensed particles of void energy, there was no real difference.
Still cleaving every dark beast cleanly, Nash returned to the shelter, switched locations, and transferred to a tier 3 orange-level shelter.
---
Four days later, the Severance Knife remained stuck at tier 2.
"The requirents for the Severance Knife are getting steeper," Nash muttered.
From a thousand tier 2 dark beasts, he estimated that it would take a hundred thousand tier 3 dark beasts to upgrade his knife.
To boost his efficiency, he even ventured into a tier 5 purple-level zone.
Though it held higher-tier dark beasts, it also had far more tier 3 beasts, letting him slay over ten thousand in a single day.
Unfortunately, even then, he had a feeling the Severance Knife wasn’t even half full.
Sighing in frustration, he returned to reality, rembering it was ti for his assessnt to beco an official scientist.
---
Soon after returning, Nash found a notification by the door.
[Nash Navre (Noir), please proceed to the assessnt site at 4 p.m.]
"It seed they also uncovered my identity," Nash thought, unsurprised.
With his connection to Arthur, an official scientist, and his frequent interactions with Earth, obtaining his true identity was a simple task.
Moreover, as a profession above all in the Chronos Empire, their authority surpassed even Cosmic Talents.
Tidying up, Nash contacted Arthur and shared the ti of his test.
After eating and resting to prepare for his best state, the assessnt hour arrived.
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At the Central Assessnt Site, Nash walked in, spotting five elderly n seated on a high platform.
On the sides, countless others, including Arthur, watched with anticipation.
Curious to see what Nash would present and whether it might spark their inspiration, they had taken ti off to attend.
"State your identity and your creation!" the lead elder in the center declared.
"I’m Nash Navre, a current mber of the Nova Sector Seeded Talent Program. My recomnder is Arthur Fiero, a tier 1 Scholar," Nash introduced formally.
"This is my creation..." Nash said, pulling the Spiral Behemoth from his storage item.
"Oh? A large-scale battle weapon. A bold choice. Does it contain anything to pique our interest?" one elder asked pointedly.
As weapons designed to fight dark beasts in the Dark Plane, large-scale battle weapons had already been studied countless tis.
Seeing a familiar product, their interest quickly waned by half.
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