CHAPTER 190: SAYING GOODBYE

Stepping out of the room, Nash was greeted by Hanse, who waited patiently outside.

"Not bad. Did you awaken a genetic ability?" Hanse asked curiously.

Typically, a genetic potion would only optimize the body’s genetic composition, breaking the strength limit from 10 to 100.

Such a process took less than an hour, yet Nash had been inside for over an hour before emerging.

Deducing that Nash had awakened a genetic ability, Hanse couldn’t help but be intrigued.

"Yes, I awakened the genetic ability, True Eyes..." Nash lied with a straight face.

In the weeks spent waiting for the genetic potion, Nash had read thousands of books on different genetic abilities.

One of them was called True Eyes, which was the closest to his Runic Body.

True Eyes could see the structural makeup of any matter, revealing its strengths, weaknesses, potential, and history.

It shared nearly the same capabilities as his Runic Body, except Nash could not only see the fundamental properties of matter but also manipulate them as he saw fit.

Meanwhile, hearing that Nash had awakened True Eyes, Hanse was in shock.

"You awakened True Eyes?!"

True Eyes was a highly sought-after genetic ability for most scientists, as it guaranteed one could at least become a Tier 3 scientist.

A Tier 3 Scientist! Even Nova Sector had only one at its helm.

Beyond that, such talents would be snatched up by the Solaris Domain.

Seeing Nash nod calmly, Hanse could only sigh.

"Kid, you have a bright future..."

As a cosmic elite with the potential to become a high-tier scientist, Nash was destined for greatness.

After calming down, Hanse told Nash to prepare and pack for the trip to Nova Sector.

"Can I take a day to say goodbye to my friends? Also, can I bring someone along? He’s also a cosmic elite," Nash asked, suddenly remembering Leo.

Though both of them were cosmic elites, Nash was a seeded talent who would be personally escorted and trained.

On the other hand, Leo was only given resources and access to training, left to manage on his own.

"Sure, take your time. I’ll wait on the ship," Hanse nodded generously.

Since there was still time before training began, he didn’t mind waiting a bit.

"That’s great. I’ll head to the docking station once I’ve settled things here," Nash replied.

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After sending Hanse to the docking station, Nash called Julius, Leo, and the core members of the Earth Federation.

Seeing Nash’s notification, they knew what was coming.

Already informed of their beloved President’s departure, they felt reluctant.

Though Nash often didn’t do much, his presence alone energized and motivated them.

As their spiritual anchor, his impending departure left them feeling empty.

"Are you really leaving, Nash?" Emily asked, holding back her tears.

"The captain has his own pursuits. We should be happy for him," Amber said solemnly.

"That’s right. The captain is a dragon, and our little planet can no longer support his growth," Hector sighed.

The three were Nash’s first teammates in this world.

With him about to leave, just like their former captain, Camilla, they felt the sadness of time passing by too quickly.

Though they had become core figures on Earth, they still fell short compared to Nash and Camilla.

"You guys... time is still long. We’ll have plenty of chances to catch up," Nash comforted.

As long as their strength continued to grow, living for thousands or hundreds of thousands of years wouldn’t be an issue.

With his support, even if they lacked talent, he could still stack them up with resources.

Turning to Julius, Nash continued, "I’ve already told you everything you need to do. If you have questions, you can reach me in the virtual world."

"President Nash..."

Julius wasn’t sure whether to feel happy or sad about Nash’s departure.

Happy, because he’d no longer be ordered around with endless piles of work.

Sad, because he’d be left to carry the burden of Earth alone.

"Don’t be so fussy. With your talent, what’s this compared to?"

With Julius’s talent, he surpassed even Nash in civilization management.

Ignoring his complaints, Nash began explaining various matters again regarding their path of development, especially the training of warriors and the dark plane.

To venture into the dark plane, one needed either a battle badge or an instructor to guide them.

Deeming the former inefficient and impractical, Nash focused development on the latter.

Once they gained more experience in the dark plane, passing the dark void warrior qualification test would be easier.

To start the cycle, he recruited his former herb-picking teammates as guides.

Understanding that Nash couldn’t join them in the dark plane, they readily agreed to his recruitment, eager to maintain their connection.

Knowing Nash’s strength and potential, they were even willing to do it for free as long as they could continue serving him.

Of course, Nash wasn’t stingy. Based on their contributions, he offered them a million merits and 20 million nova credits per year.

Though less than what they could earn on their own, it was safe and stable.

At this moment, they were already waiting at the Lantern Shelter for the first batch of warriors to train the 10 A-grade void talents of Earth.

In less than a month, they had already reached 10% saturation and become official void warriors, ready for training.

Though still a bit green, as Earth’s generals and pioneers, they had to shoulder the weight of the people.

Once they adapted to the dark plane and earned their battle badges, they could guide others down the same path.

After discussing the void warriors and the dark plane, Nash also urged them to focus on training the people in various professions.

Though these might not pay off in the short term, their large numbers and potential were not to be underestimated.

The core of a civilization wasn’t just powerful warriors to protect it, but also diverse professionals to make it function and prosper.

"Do you understand?"

"We understand, President. When you return, we promise you’ll see a different Earth!"

"Good. I look forward to it!"