The spacecraft descended smoothly.
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Through the window, the vast structure of Fossen Grand came into view—gleaming towers, layered highways, and streams of ships moving in perfect coordination.
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Scott leaned back slightly.
"…Finally."
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After everything—
The fights, the humiliation, the realization of his weakness—
Returning here felt… different.
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Not comforting.
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But familiar.
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The ship docked.
Passengers began to disembark.
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Scott stepped out calmly, his expression neutral.
But inside—
His thoughts were sharp.
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Knight-Class…
Two essences…
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"…Not enough," he muttered.
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He walked through the terminal, blending into the crowd.
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But just as he exited—
A voice called out.
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"Scott!"
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Scott paused.
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He turned.
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Rylan.
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Standing a few meters away, waving with unusual urgency.
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Scott raised an eyebrow slightly.
"…What now?"
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Rylan jogged over, slightly out of breath.
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"I've been looking for you," he said quickly.
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Scott crossed his arms.
"…Why?"
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Rylan didn't waste time.
He pulled out a small, sleek metallic box from his coat.
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"This."
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Scott's eyes shifted to it.
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"…What is it?"
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Rylan smirked slightly.
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"Supergene fluid."
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Scott's gaze sharpened.
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He knew what that was.
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Expensive.
Rare.
Powerful.
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"…And?" Scott said calmly.
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Rylan stepped closer, lowering his voice.
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"These aren't the normal ones."
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He opened the box slightly.
Inside—
Several vials rested neatly, each containing a faintly glowing liquid.
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"These are designed for Veilborn," Rylan continued.
"They can push your strength to Tyrant-level… even before you reach it naturally."
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Scott's expression didn't change.
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But his eyes flickered.
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That strong…?
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"…Why are you giving this to me?" Scott asked.
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Rylan hesitated for a moment.
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Then smiled.
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"Call it… an investment."
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Scott stared at him.
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Silent.
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He wasn't stupid.
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There was definitely something behind this.
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But—
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His mind calculated quickly.
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If this is real…
Even selling one…
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A faint smile slowly appeared on Scott's face.
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"…Alright," he said.
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Rylan blinked.
"…That's it?"
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Scott reached out and took the box.
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"I'll take it."
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His smile widened slightly.
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"Thanks."
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Rylan let out a relieved breath.
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"Good. Use it wisely."
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Scott nodded.
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"I will."
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Rylan gave one last look, then turned and left.
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Scott watched him go.
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Silent.
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Then—
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"…He really thinks I'm going to use this."
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A quiet chuckle escaped him.
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His grip tightened slightly around the box.
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"…Interesting."
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Without wasting time, Scott activated his communicator.
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A holographic interface appeared.
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He tapped quickly.
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Calling one person.
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Jami.
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A few seconds passed.
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Then—
A loud voice burst through.
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"SCOTT! Where the hell have you been?!"
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Scott smirked slightly.
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"Relax."
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"I've got something for you."
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Silence.
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Then—
"…What kind of something?"
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Scott's smile deepened.
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"Something expensive."
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Another pause.
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"…Where are you?"
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Scott glanced around.
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"There's a café near the west district. Meet me there."
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"I'm coming."
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The call ended.
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Scott exhaled.
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"…Perfect."
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The cafe
—
The café buzzed with quiet activity.
Soft music played in the background as people talked, laughed, and drank.
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Scott sat calmly at a corner table.
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A drink rested untouched before him.
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Minutes later—
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"Scott!"
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Jami burst in.
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He walked straight over and dropped into the seat.
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"You better not be wasting my time," he said.
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Scott leaned back slightly.
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"…Relax."
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Then—
He placed the box on the table.
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Jami's eyes immediately locked onto it.
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"…What's that?"
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Scott opened it.
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The glowing vials reflected in Jami's eyes.
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Silence.
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Then—
"…No way."
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"Supergene fluid," Scott said casually.
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Jami leaned forward.
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"…You're joking."
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Scott shook his head.
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"Veilborn-grade."
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Jami's breathing slowed.
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"…How many?"
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Scott tapped the box lightly.
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"Enough."
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Jami swallowed.
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"…Price?"
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Scott didn't answer immediately.
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Instead—
He leaned forward slightly.
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A faint smile forming.
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"…How much do you think one is worth?"
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Jami frowned.
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"…These things go for… what… seventy billion?"
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Scott nodded.
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"Correct."
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Then—
He leaned back.
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"…I'll give them to you for fifty."
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Jami's eyes widened.
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"FIFTY?!"
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Scott shrugged.
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"Discount."
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Jami stared at him.
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"…You call that a discount?!"
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Scott smiled.
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"Compared to seventy?"
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Silence.
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Jami clenched his teeth.
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"…You're robbing me."
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Scott shrugged again.
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"Then don't buy."
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He began to close the box.
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"Wait—!"
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Jami slammed his hand on the table.
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"…How many do you have?"
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Scott smirked.
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"…Enough to make you stronger."
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Jami stared at him.
Long.
Hard.
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Then—
He exhaled.
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"…You're unbelievable "