The Transcendence of Night Battle.
The moment he heard those words, Fang Ran suddenly thought of everything surrounding this incident—
The theft-proof door of the archives room, the wavering agreement members, the contracts that had already been completely annihilated.
Things in reality that ordinary people would need tremendous effort to resolve, or might not even be able to resolve at all, could be easily changed by Participants using their abilities.
Nothing illustrated that more clearly than his identity at this moment.
This incident involved six energy giants, each an enormous corporation capable of making an entire region tremble with a single stomp. It was an affair on an unimaginably high level.
If not for the transcendence of Night Battle that came with being an A-rank Upper Tier—
What reason was there for a young man barely twenty years old to handle it?
Lost in thought, he let out a long breath the moment that realization struck him.
Fang Ran subconsciously raised a hand, intending to rub his forehead.
But as though she had seized that exact instant—
Veronica, seated across from him, stared unblinkingly with her silver-gray eyes as she "read" every minute movement he made. Without any warning, she abruptly asked,
"Fang Ran, can that ability of yours to 'retrieve lost items' create objects?"
Hearing those words while distracted, his eyes widened in an instant. The hand he had been about to raise paused almost imperceptibly on instinct.
Then Fang Ran suddenly realized!
Oh no!
He raised his gaze toward Veronica. Then, within that mysterious, elegant smile of hers that always seemed to say she had everything under control—
For the first time, he saw the heartfelt astonishment in her eyes.
His earlier answer had failed to fool her. Her question just now had been meant to distract him,