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Chapter_273
As the days passed, Nash’s reputation as someone of immense value had spread quickly. When he descended from Northdale Mountain, the surrounding wealthy families were lined up in luxury cars, eager to greet him. Yet, his master’s orders had kept him from being swayed by such temptations.
His father’s arrest, due to mounting debts, had led him to reach out to Royal Biotech—one of the companies that had once tried to hire him. Over time, he’d come to understand the darker side of the company. It was an exploitative business, focused only on its gains, leaving little room for morality.
Every time he helped them, Nash felt like he was betraying his master and ancestral teachings. Royal Biotech wasn’t just a corporation—it was a machine that churned lives into commodities. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted by his involvement with them.
As Nash processed the unsettling thought, he took a closer look at the man in the suit, who was clearly nervous, yet determined.
“Northdale Mountain? Are you Salvia Path’s apprentice?” Nash asked with surprise.
The question caught the man off guard, but he quickly recovered. His eyes lit up with excitement. “Y-You’ve heard of my master?”
Salvia was well-known, especially for her infamous challenge against Nash’s own master when she was only eight. The legendary battle on Tili Mountain had ended with failure for her, but the sheer fact that she had lasted two rounds against Nash’s master—someone at the peak of the Profound Reality Realm—was enough to earn her recognition.
“I’ve heard a little,” Nash replied nonchalantly, not wanting to give away too much.
The man in the suit beamed, thinking that this connection would elevate his worth. If Nash recognized his master, surely he’d consider him of higher value.
Nash’s mind, however, was calculating. This man might not have the ideal character, but his power could prove useful. A Stage Six Great-Grandmaster for 4.7 million was a good deal in the right hands. The question now was how to gain control over him.
“I’ll pay off your father’s debt,” Nash said with a calm smile. “I don’t want anything in return. You don’t have to follow me, just be my friend.”
The man in the suit stared, stunned. “You… you’re going to give me 4.7 million, just like that?”
Nash’s offer seemed almost too generous. The man had never seen money like this before—living on Northdale Mountain, he had been used to the most modest of living conditions. Even his father’s winery only brought in a few thousand a month.
Before he could reply, Yvonne and Hera appeared behind Nash, looking concerned. They had been waiting for him, growing anxious when he’d been gone for a while.
Yvonne peered curiously at the situation and glanced at the man. Both she and Hera felt a palpable unease about him.
Nash, sensing their discomfort, turned to Yvonne with a small grin. “Wifey, has the one billion lithography machine I bought you started production yet?”
Yvonne blinked in confusion, unsure of why he was bringing this up. “It’s been installed. The engineers are still testing it. We haven’t gotten an order for the 7nm chips yet.”
Nash nodded and then turned back to the man in the suit. “Give me your bank card. I’ll have my wife transfer the money to you.”
The man stared at him, still processing Nash’s words. His eyes moved to the luxurious villa behind them. The scale of Nash’s wealth and the ease with which he offered such a large sum was starting to sink in.
For a moment, the man hesitated. Despite his desperation, he still couldn’t understand the full picture. Why would Nash offer him this kind of help? It felt… too easy.
Just as Nash was about to speak again, the man suddenly blurted out, “Are you looking down on my character? Or my capability?”
Yvonne, unable to resist, snorted. “Do you even have character?”
Her words left the man speechless.
Nash shot the man a calm look. “You betrayed your initial benefactor over a small setback. I don’t make the mistake of trusting someone who can’t even remain loyal.”
The words were deliberate, a lesson for the man. Winning loyalty wasn’t about making empty promises—it was about teaching those around you that their actions mattered. Betrayers were to be shown their place.
The man trembled. “I… I had no choice! I needed the money!” he pleaded, his voice desperate.
As he spoke, his phone rang. The sudden call interrupted the tension.
He pulled it from his pocket and answered quickly. “Hello?”
A cold, unforgiving voice came from the other end. “Boy, your three-day deadline is up. Our patience is running out. We’re taking one of your father’s fingers today as interest!”
The man’s face drained of color. His grip on the phone tightened as panic set in.
Nash took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. “Is that so? Maybe we can help you with that… but first, you need to make a choice. You can either keep running or you can stay and work with me. The real question is—what are you willing to give in return?”
The man hesitated, torn between his debts and the new offer before him.
Would he accept Nash’s proposal, or would he try to resolve things in another way? Would Nash’s influence be enough to sway him, or would the old threats continue to haunt him?