India's capital – Official Residence of the Prime Minister
Mordan sat quietly in his chair, staring at the stack of documents sent by his alliance nations.
These were the classified files detailing the secret project—the one that had allowed them to pool massive funds and purchase the cultivation system from Sir Heart.
Right now, there was no pressure from the alliance. They weren't rushing him to finish the project quickly.
They understood that real cultivation took time. They were willing to wait.
But Mordan knew: if the wait dragged on too long, even allies would start pushing. Pressure would build—subtle at first, then stronger.
He leaned back, fingers resting on the documents, contemplating one question.
Should he share the new information about the game's functions?
If he told them, the alliance would become stronger.
They could open their own sect lobbies, recruit players, train forces, build virtual infrastructure—all inside Eternal Ascendancy.
As a member of the alliance, India would benefit too. Their collective power would grow. Their relationship would deepen.
And if there were any delays later in fulfilling the secret project, they might give him more time—simply because he had shared this valuable information now.
On the other hand… if he kept it secret for a while longer, India could keep the lead.
Build faster. Recruit more. Gain advantage.
But they would find out eventually.
Sooner or later, someone would talk.
There was no real point in hiding it.
Mordan exhaled slowly.
He decided to share.
Anyway, after some time they would know—so there was no harm in telling them now.
He was about to connect with the alliance leaders and talk with them when Umang came into the room and said,
"Sir, we have connected with the game company. Here."
Umang handed the phone to Mordan.
Mordan took it and heard a calm female voice.
"Hello, Prime Minister Mordan. Sir Umang already told me about your requirements. All things can be done. But the robots and AI for the real world will take some time to arrive. So you have to wait for them."
Mordan replied,
"Okay, we can wait. But tell me the payment required for it."
He wasn't an idiot. He understood that Sir Heart didn't give things for free—he would definitely ask for payment. So he was ready.
He also began guessing in his mind.
What would the payment be?
Would it be like every time—a service done by them? Like "kidnapping" someone?
Or would it be to give—
His thoughts were interrupted when the voice said,
"You just have to pay with money."
Mordan was stunned.
Umang, who was also listening, looked stunned too.
They thought the same thing: Only money?
Even though they were confused by such a normal request, they didn't think much about it.
They became happy—because they could fulfill the demand.
They were the largest economy in the world. So they were quite rich in this regard.
Anyway, how much could it even cost them?
This question came to their minds, and Mordan asked, the voice replied.
"Hmm… sir, the total is going to be 100 billion rupees."
Mordan abruptly stood up from his place.
He shouted,
"What?!!!!"
Even Umang had the same unbelievable expression.
The voice just repeated calmly,
"Sir, it's 100 billion."
Mordan said with a bad expression,
"Humph, I heard it the first time. Give us some time, we will answer."
The voice replied calmly,
"Please take your time. I am waiting."
Mordan then began thinking. Even though he had guessed the cost would be very high, he hadn't expected it to be this high!!
He looked at the phone on his table in frustration, wishing he could see who was talking on the other side.
As if the other side could sense it, the voice said,
"Sir, should I repeat again?"
Mordan didn't answer this time. He just started thinking hard. He also talked with Umang and called his trusted ministers and military leaders into the room.
The person on the other side talking with Mordan was none other than Sphera. Heart Clone had already given her commands, and she had created several copies of herself—which would be assigned to each special sect lobby. And Sphera had also created a name for this special sect lobby—Concord.
So if any other country asked for a special sect, that sect would become Concord.
Mordan asking for the special sect meant the name of his would be India Concord.
Same with other nations—if they decided to use it, their sect would be called X Concord (whatever country name).
After some time passed, Mordan answered the call and said,
"We agree to your conditions. We will pay for it."
Sphera replied calmly,
"Okay, Prime Minister Mordan."
Then she added,
"Sir, there is something you should know. You can become the leader of the sect. Other ministers can become sect elders and other positions. There are many roles. You can even create new positions. In this system, you are the real leader of the Concord. If you want to expel someone, you can easily do it—even elders or anyone. You are the absolute ruler. No one can expel you or take your position. Only if you want, you can give your position to others—like a king passing down his seat to someone else."