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"Master Seth? Well yes."

Enzo paused, the question catching him slightly off guard. A faint crease formed between his brows as he raised one, studying Rosac with renewed attention.

Master Seth was a tyrant of the Dual Moon Institute.

Strict, ruthless, and infamous within certain circles, but that was all.

He was not a celebrated demigod like Inkous.

Nor had he ascended into a being worthy of the title creation god, one whose name echoed across star systems.

Yet somehow, that name had reached Gaia.

That alone made Enzo uneasy.

The ice world was distant, isolated, and selective with what it allowed to pass through its borders.

For Seth's reputation to travel this far felt wrong, as though something unseen had carried it.

"That's… surprising."

Rosac frowned deeply, fingers curling at his side before he slowly nodded.

His expression shifted, suspicion giving way to contemplation, like a man brushing against a truth he was not meant to uncover.

A secret long buried, briefly exposed.

He did not know how to process it.

After all, Seth was not an uncommon name.

Perhaps it was coincidence.

Perhaps it was someone else entirely.

"Yeah."

Enzo nodded in agreement, though the answer felt hollow even to him.

The conversation faded, but the discomfort remained, lingering like cold beneath the skin.

Some time later.

A man staggered into the room, boots scraping faintly against the floor.

A leather bag swollen with weight slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the counting table.

He bent forward, hands braced on his knees, a labored breath bursting from his lungs.

Sweat clung to his brow despite the cold.

"That's five thousand frozen gems," he said, his voice thick with disbelief.

His eyes lingered on the bag as if it might vanish.

He had never handled such an amount in his entire career.

The number alone made his heart race.

The commission from this deal flashed through his mind.

The thought was almost intoxicating.

Frozen gems.

The lifeblood of Gaia's ice world.

A currency born not of convenience, but of power.

Unlike the rest of the universe, Gaia had the strength to impose its own system without bowing to Weavetech or its ever reaching cronies.

No negotiations. No compromises.

A single frozen ice gem.

Equivalent to twenty years of time.

That meant that what Enzo just sold was the equivalent of 100,000 years of lifespan.

"Thank you."

Nodding lightly, Enzo lifted the bag of gems and walked toward the Void Coffin, its dark surface quietly swallowing the weight as he stored them inside.

Time was still the finest form of currency in his eyes.

Even though he despised Weavetech, he could not deny the elegance of a system built on something so absolute.

"Heheh, thank you. I should be the one saying that."

The attendant smiled broadly, relief and excitement mixing on his face as he stepped back toward Rosac's side.

"They're on Snow Gravity Mountain. It would be wise to keep tabs on them."

Rosac smiled, the words casual yet layered with intent.

Then, without another thought, he turned and left.

Leaving Enzo alone to finish packing and prepare his departure.

Several hundred meters away from the shop.

Woosh.

A shadow rippled within a narrow alleyway.

From the side of a building, a young man phased into existence, his form solidifying as though the darkness itself had released him.

He smiled faintly and walked away, footsteps light and unhurried.

In truth, he had never feared Weavetech's younger talents.

Even if a tyrant were present, escape would come easily.

It was always a matter of timing and position.

"Now," he muttered softly, eyes lifting toward the distant structures,

"where is that office." He said before walking straight forwardly towards an office.

Master White had been around for quite a long time and knew quite a lot of people. Being the institutes top assignment solver, he had been all over the universe.

"Good morning, please patch me onto the intergalactic network. ID number 48124" reaching a secure patch Enzo sent out an intergalactic call.

Somewhere deep in the universe several calls went through connecting from one point to another slowly patching.

Until finally

"Sharlock hemispheres, would you like to make a request?" From the other side of the line, a lone robotic voice resounded.

"Is this Titian X?" Enzo asked sharply.

Master white had introduced him to this network, it allowed him to place a search request for anyone in the galaxy. How it worked was a mystery, but Enzo understood the process of sending out a request.

Master Seth? Well yes."

Enzo paused, the question catching him slightly off guard. A faint crease formed between his brows as he raised one, studying Rosac with renewed attention.

Master Seth was a tyrant of the Dual Moon Institute.

Strict, ruthless, and infamous within certain circles, but that was all.

He was not a celebrated demigod like Inkous.

Nor had he ascended into a being worthy of the title creation god, one whose name echoed across star systems.

Yet somehow, that name had reached Gaia.

That alone made Enzo uneasy.

The ice world was distant, isolated, and selective with what it allowed to pass through its borders.

For Seth's reputation to travel this far felt wrong, as though something unseen had carried it.

"That's… surprising."

Rosac frowned deeply, fingers curling at his side before he slowly nodded.

His expression shifted, suspicion giving way to contemplation, like a man brushing against a truth he was not meant to uncover.

A secret long buried, briefly exposed.

He did not know how to process it.

After all, Seth was not an uncommon name.

Perhaps it was coincidence.

Perhaps it was someone else entirely.

"Yeah."

Enzo nodded in agreement, though the answer felt hollow even to him.

The conversation faded, but the discomfort remained, lingering like cold beneath the skin.

Some time later.

A man staggered into the room, boots scraping faintly against the floor.

A leather bag swollen with weight slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the counting table.

He bent forward, hands braced on his knees, a labored breath bursting from his lungs.

Sweat clung to his brow despite the cold.

"That's five thousand frozen gems," he said, his voice thick with disbelief.

His eyes lingered on the bag as if it might vanish.

He had never handled such an amount in his entire career.

The number alone made his heart race.

The commission from this deal flashed through his mind.

The thought was almost intoxicating.

Frozen gems.

The lifeblood of Gaia's ice world.

A currency born not of convenience, but of power.

Unlike the rest of the universe, Gaia had the strength to impose its own system without bowing to Weavetech or its ever reaching cronies.

No negotiations. No compromises.

A single frozen ice gem.

Equivalent to twenty years of time.

That meant that what Enzo just sold was the equivalent of 100,000 years of lifespan.

"Thank you."

Nodding lightly, Enzo lifted the bag of gems and walked toward the Void Coffin, its dark surface quietly swallowing the weight as he stored them inside.

Time was still the finest form of currency in his eyes.

Even though he despised Weavetech, he could not deny the elegance of a system built on something so absolute.

"Heheh, thank you. I should be the one saying that."

The attendant smiled broadly, relief and excitement mixing on his face as he stepped back toward Rosac's side.

"They're on Snow Gravity Mountain. It would be wise to keep tabs on them."

Rosac smiled, the words casual yet layered with intent.

Then, without another thought, he turned and left.

Leaving Enzo alone to finish packing and prepare his departure.

Several hundred meters away from the shop.

Woosh.

A shadow rippled within a narrow alleyway.

From the side of a building, a young man phased into existence, his form solidifying as though the darkness itself had released him.

He smiled faintly and walked away, footsteps light and unhurried.

In truth, he had never feared Weavetech's younger talents.

Even if a tyrant were present, escape would come easily.

It was always a matter of timing and position.

"Now," he muttered softly, eyes lifting toward the distant structures,

"where is that office." He said before walking straight forwardly towards an office.

Master White had been around for quite a long time and knew quite a lot of people. Being the institutes top assignment solver, he had been all over the universe.

"Good morning, please patch me onto the intergalactic network. ID number 48124" reaching a secure patch Enzo sent out an intergalactic call.

Somewhere deep in the universe several calls went through connecting from one point to another slowly patching.

Until finally

"Sharlock hemispheres, would you like to make a request?" From the other side of the line, a lone robotic voice resounded.

"Is this Titian X?" Enzo asked sharply.

Master white had introduced him to this network, it allowed him to place a search request for anyone in the galaxy. How it worked was a mystery, but Enzo understood the process of sending out a request.

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