Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer

After a few hours, Lithaa and her brother walked into the meeting room where Nioh was waiting patiently.

"I have to admit, you’re talented," Lithaa said, settling into a chair. "Are you a student of the Armory?"

"Is that relevant?" Nioh replied, unimpressed.

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"No. But if you’re interested in joining my faction, I can offer you benefits."

"I’ll take my chances alone."

She didn’t press the issue. Instead, she introduced herself. "I am Lithaa Brime, from the House of Brime. A third-year seed. This is my brother, Akron, a first-year like you."

"Nioh, the anomaly," he answered.

Lithaa nodded, accepting his name without question. "You’ve fulfilled your end of the agreement. The meteor hammer is beyond satisfactory. Now, I’ll hear your proposal."

Nioh leaned forward, his tone calm but firm.

"I want full control of your lab. I’ll handle production, research, sales, hiring—everything, from management to finance. You fund it. The money goes toward equipment, materials, and marketing. We split the profits sixty-forty—me getting sixty, since I’m running the entire operation. A formal contract will cover all the specifics. You invest, I manage, and we both profit."

Lithaa smirked. "Fine by me. But I have a condition."