Chaos' Heir Chapter 918: Dangerous inspection

Chapter 918: Dangerous inspection

Learning about the realm above the fifth level was challenging. Only specific, wealthy parties had access to that kind of information, and even then, they mostly owned fragmented reports and studies.

The issue wasn't only a matter of monopoly over information. Humankind was very new to the evolution field, and few specialists could understand it. Adding the immense wealth and resources required by the procedure to the equation decreased the number of knowledgeable people even more.

Khan's unique procedure added another filter, reducing that number to zero. No one knew what he was doing or where his training sessions would lead. The scientists could only study him and adapt accordingly.

However, one exception existed. One group of extraordinary people had a unique insight into the field and could evaluate eventual improvements or changes. The evolved soldiers could recognize fellow evolved soldiers, and Khan believed their reaction could tell him how his training was going.

The initial scans on the Excellencies' unique vehicle hinted at the presence of evolved soldiers, and Khan couldn't wait to meet them. His eagerness was so intense he ignored all the preparations, letting Prince Thomas and Princess Rebecca handle everything and lead him to the appointed ship. His mindset didn't change after the set-off, and his surroundings reflected it.

The appointed ship had a limited crew for security reasons. The Excellencies had gone out of their way to keep their arrival a secret, so only Khan, his Uncle, and his Aunt were in the know. The trio was alone in the vehicle's cargo area, waiting to arrive at its destination, but the short trip was far from peaceful.

Princess Rebecca and Prince Thomas would normally throw suggestions and opinions at Khan, preparing him as well as possible before the sudden meeting. Yet, they instinctively remained silent, watching as their Nephew's mood affected the environment.

The quadrant's ships were mostly state-of-the-art, especially those solely employed by the n.o.bles. As long as Khan could step on them, they needed chaos-resistant materials and other precautions, but nothing seemed to work that day.

Screens flickered left and right, and the cargo area's artificial illumination blinked, unable to remain on and stable for longer than a few seconds. The floor, walls, and metal seats also released ominous sounds, seemingly trying to bend or break.

Prince Thomas and Princess Rebecca's eyes darted toward each odd event before always returning to the source of the mess. They had witnessed similar phenomena many times but had yet to get used to them.

Khan felt the wary gazes on him but didn't bother addressing them. He was standing, looking at the cargo area's doors, waiting for the trip to end. Clear eagerness shone on his expression, intensifying his mood's effects on the environment, and a tinge of awareness joined that feeling, empowering his aura even more.

The training sessions with the toxic pool always put Khan in an unrestrained mood. Moreover, those changes gradually grew more permanent. He often failed to notice them, but that instance was an exception.

Khan was letting himself go, ignoring any discomfort his lack of self-restraint caused. That was as close to his true nature as possible, and things were bound to escalate once his aura found valid opponents.

The Excellencies' vehicle was already in Baoway's...o...b..t, so reaching it barely took a few minutes. Khan's ship quickly docked on the floating warehouse-like structure waiting for him, and the trio crossed the metal corridor connecting the two structures.

A vast but barebone hall unfolded in the trio's eyes. The place had nothing but a big circular table featuring seven seats, six of which were already occupied. A pair of advisors stood behind each leader, but Khan quickly found more interesting details to study.

Khan temporarily ignored the Excellencies to focus on the piercing presence touched by his senses. He found a familiar one in the back of the hall and promptly met her white irises, but stronger auras soon claimed his attention.

A young-looking man stood in the bottom-left corner of the hall, leaning on the wall while crossing his arms. His pitch-black short hair and eyebrows tried to obscure him, but his almost bright red eyes highlighted his presence.

Of course, Khan looked past the man's physical appearance. Truth be told, the evolved soldier was a blinding ma.s.s of light in his vision. The air around him seemed aflame, and his breath appeared hot enough to twist his figure. His lungs seemed to contain lava rather than oxygen. Nevertheless, an even stronger presence occupied the hall. Khan looked to his right, where a middle-aged man sat on the floor near the metal wall. The soldier and the symphony around him were still and silent, seemingly frozen, but radiated no cold. They felt closer to a mountain than a living being.

That would theoretically make the middle-aged man appear weaker than the scorching soldier, but Khan's senses didn't lie. Silent strands of mana floated throughout the hall, even invading the scorching and white symphonies. The middle-aged man had the power to affect the other evolved warriors' auras, putting him above the two.

"Miss Christen spoke the truth, My Excellencies," The sitting evolved soldier suddenly announced, chuckling. "The young Prince has good eyes."

"That's not the only good thing he has," The evolved soldier in the corner added, tilting his head while his piercing red eyes inspected Khan. "Aren't you quite odd, Prince Khan?"

Miss Christen remained silent, slightly shocked by Khan's appearance. Yet, Khan couldn't address that silent reaction when two evolved soldiers inspected him. The piercing red eyes threatened to burn a hole in his rib cage, but the middle-aged man remained more threatening.

The middle-aged man had his eyes closed, and his greasy brown hair covered his face, but Khan sensed his incoming presence. Silent strands of mana converged toward him, blending with the air he breathed and trying to enter his lungs. Some did, and his element didn't take it too well.

A surge of anger invaded Khan. His eyes brightened as a clicking cry filled his brain. Cracks appeared on his bone armor while his mana radiated pure destruction, attacking the foreign presence inside him.

The event was invisible to those without heightened senses. However, everyone felt its consequences. Khan didn't release his ominous purple-red mana, but the air around him grew electric, seemingly ready to detonate.

Also, a primordial sense of violence surrounded Khan's figure. He didn't do anything, but everyone knew the danger had increased. The audience felt like they were before an unreasonable beast, and the floor was the first to suffer from the change.

The metal floor didn't scream or bend. Cracks simply appeared around Khan's feet, spreading for a few meters. The reinforced surface gave in against Khan's innately destructive nature, relying on its lower layers to keep the hall in one piece.

"I apologize, Prince Khan," The middle-aged man chuckled, retracting the silent influence to his surroundings. "I hope you can forgive this old man's curiosity."

The other evolved soldier didn't follow the middle-aged man's example. His scorching eyes

kept piercing Khan's chest, uncaring of the violent force opposing them. He seemed to have taken that challenge personally, and the heat around him intensified, slowly turning the wall

behind him red.

"Adrian!" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, and everything grew still. The white and scorching colors disappeared from the symphony, silencing any strong influence. Even Khan's violence stopped leaking outside his body, remaining restrained under his skin.

"I'm sorry, Bruno," The scorching man said, snorting. "Prince Khan, you are quite the specimen, and the chaos element sure is powerful. It might be a match for mine."

Khan studied his silent surroundings before looking at the scorching man. The symphony slowly regained the colors caused by various powerful influences, but the middle-aged man's ability remained shocking. Still, Khan couldn't address it now.

"Might?" Khan repeated. "From what I've seen, I'll definitely surpa.s.s you once I hit the fifth

level."

Adrian didn't hide his surprise, and some pressure also formed in the silent area around

Bruno. The two had prepared for the meeting, but that short interaction had made them

forget about something that Khan had made clear. He was still a fourth-level warrior but was already capable of so much.

"You did something since our last meeting, Prince Khan," Miss Christen finally spoke, clearing part of the confusion. "There's a new density to your existence."

"I don't know about density," Khan exclaimed, focusing on the Excellencies, "But if they put

you up to this, I don't see the point of playing nice."

Khan teleported to the table's center, and his descending right foot was about to deliver a stomp, but something interrupted the attack. Bruno had suddenly appeared before him, retaining his sitting stance but stretching an arm to block the offensive.

"The Excellencies aren't to blame, Prince Khan," Bruno revealed, using his free hand to remove his hair from his face and show a friendly, smiling expression. "We acted on our own, driven by curiosity about your peculiar existence."

Khan recorded the exchange but pretended to dismiss it. Bruno had accomplished another incredible feat, but the situation didn't give Khan the chance to study it. He could only play

along, showing his usual confidence.

"I thought you worked for me," Khan voiced, removing his foot from Bruno's arm. "Evolved soldiers have certain liberties," Bruno explained, still smiling. "I hope you can refrain from similar outbursts in the future. There won't always be people as fast as me, and we have orders to prevent infighting."

Khan looked at the smiling face under him before glancing at Bruno's previous position. He noticed something, but his level and lacking knowledge prevented him from understanding every detail. Yet, he felt sure about one point.

"Fast?" Khan asked. "What are you saying? You didn't move at all."