Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 203: Prédator 2000

"I never thought I’d get to know the famous genius of my city in this way."

"Genius?" asked Maxime, not understanding at the time.

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Except during the Piran invasion, where he had shown some talent, no one knew him.

And this level of talent was not enough to be called genius in the eyes of a powerful man like the mayor.

The mayor smiled.

"All the politicians and nobles of the Western Federation are already aware that a monstrous high school student is to overthrow a dimensional battlefield against Dravaks."

"It had happened before you, but never against a race as powerful as the Dravaks. At most, it was a race in the top 100 of the Delta universe."

"But the top 10 is a whole different story. The quality of the human army and the Dravak army is on a completely different level than on the majority of yellow-level dimensional battlefields."

Maxime did not react particularly. Praise and compliments were not something that gave him particular pleasure.

At most, it was nice to hear.

When he thought about what he enjoyed, it was more Laura, his mercenaries, dancing with the princess of the Kingdom of the Frost Eagle, spending a wild night with Dorian Valderic, training with the sword or protecting and saving people.

But hearing this kind of thing, especially from someone he had not known a few minutes before, made him more or less indifferent.

Of course, if it had been his mother or his brother who had said these things, he would have had a completely different reaction.

Seeing the lack of reaction, the mayor changed the subject.

"But enough chatter, I didn’t originally come here to save you."

Maxime was confused.

"In that case, why did you come?" he asked.

He still didn’t know why the mayor was there at one in the morning next to an ordinary bar on the outskirts of the city.

"Because a very important person wants to meet you," he explained with a smile.

"A very important person?"

Maxime didn’t wonder why someone who should even have a higher status than the mayor wanted to meet him.

From what he had heard since his return, he knew that in terms of growth speed, few geniuses in the world could match him.

What made him even more curious was how this person had obtained information about him.

The mayor nodded in response to Maxime’s question.

"Who is it?" Maxime finally asked, no longer able to contain his curiosity.

"You’ll find out soon enough," replied the mayor, with a mysterious air.

Maxime was disappointed, but at the same time he was starting to get impatient to meet this mysterious person.

Two contradictory feelings that he didn’t dislike all that much.

"How did you know I would be here?"

The mayor still kept a bit of mystery.

"Don’t worry, we have our own sources for this kind of thing."

At this point, Maxime didn’t show anything on his face, but he more or less decided not to ask the mayor any more questions on this kind of subject.

He was clearly being evasive, and even seemed to take a certain unhealthy pleasure in seeing the confusion on his face.

Suddenly the mayor took a last look at the corpses of the men in black before saying:

"Well, it’s time to go."

"What do you mean?"

At this point, Maxime was beginning to hate the mayor.

Even though he didn’t want to ask any more questions, he had no choice but to ask them.

He couldn’t just follow the mayor around like an emotionless puppet.

"I have to go and meet the person who asked me to come here."

"Of course, after learning about your situation and your exploits, I would have saved you in any case."

Maxime frowned upon hearing these words.

"You mean you wouldn’t have saved me if I were an ordinary person?"

The mayor gave Maxime a brief look.

"Don’t ask questions you’ll regret asking."

The mayor’s answer made Maxime feel a spark of coldness.

"As expected, you can only achieve status through strength," thought Maxime.

"Otherwise, you are at the mercy of others."

Ignoring Maxime’s thoughts, the mayor gestured for him to follow.

Without asking any more questions, Maxime followed the mayor.

It didn’t matter who he was going to meet, he had no choice.

Refusing could be interpreted as a sign of betrayal towards the Federation since the mayor was one of its representatives.

And noticing the total lack of any defense of civilians in the event of a conflict against the powerful, Maxime could already imagine that the treatment of traitors must be extremely cruel.

As they advanced, Maxime noticed that the mayor’s soldiers remained in position, no doubt to lock down the area, clean it up and find those who might have witnessed the scene.

As for the fate of those who might have witnessed it... Maxime did not know and could not guess with his status and the current information.

They soon came to a wide, deserted avenue. Suddenly, an almost imperceptible noise resonated above them.

Maxime looked up and saw an aircraft slowly descending from the night sky.

Unlike conventional aircraft, it made no noise and seemed to float with perfect stability. Its sleek, matte black design made it almost undetectable in the darkness.

"A... stealth plane?" whispered Maxime, impressed.

And above all, this plane seemed capable of flying vertically.

It was indeed the first time he had come into contact with something so futuristic.

The mayor smiled at the young man’s reaction.

"My personal plane," he said, approaching the aircraft that had just landed smoothly.

The side door opened with a slight hiss. Two guards in dark uniforms were waiting for them inside.

"Get in. We have a long journey ahead of us."

Maxime hesitated for a second before climbing aboard. Both guards seemed as strong as the butler he had just met.

"Among ordinary people, I am already someone extraordinary to them. But compared to the truly powerful of this world, I am just an ant, slightly bigger than the others..." Maxime thought.

But then he thought about it: he had only had his watch for two months, and he had already reached such a level of power!

He was confident that in less than a year he could reach the level of those two guards.

Soon Maxime was fully settled, and the aircraft took off in a fluid motion, rising silently above the sleeping city.

He glanced around and immediately sensed that this was no ordinary aircraft.

The interior was luxurious but understated, without excess, designed above all for efficiency.

The mayor had taken a seat opposite him, with a small table between them, while the mayor discussed a few matters with the guards.

Maxime took the time to look out of the porthole and see the lights of the city receding as the aircraft quickly gained altitude.

"Impressive, isn’t it?" remarked the mayor with an amused smile, after finishing his conversation with the two guards, who were leaving.

"A little." admitted Maxime, arms folded.

"This plane... How can it not make any noise?"

The mayor shook his head.

"You have to ask the specialists for explanations, I was just shown the features of the Predator 2000 from Butterfly and I thought it was brilliant and well worth the price."

"For example, it can maintain its silent mode up to 1235 km/h, which is the speed of sound. Of course, it depends on the circumstances. To avoid accidentally breaking through the speed of sound, we limit ourselves to a speed of 1000 km/h."

Maxime found it very interesting that the sound barrier could be broken through at different speeds.

He had always thought that the sound barrier was a barrier that was systematically crossed after reaching a certain speed.

The two continued to discuss, and finally starting to get clear answers without mysterious innuendos, Maxime finally found the mayor less unbearable.

And while the two were discussing, important events were taking place.

...

The manor of the Draevol family, one of the most influential noble families in the Western Federation.

In a room with red walls, numerous paintings of humans fighting ferociously against alien races, and paintings of spaceships colliding, a man with an overwhelming aura was impassively leafing through a report.

He had white hair slicked back and, from his appearance, he must have been approaching fifty.

Of course, in a world where Eternity exists, it was difficult to judge someone by his age.

"Maxime Valdreuve..." he murmured as he placed the document on his desk.

A man in a black suit bowed slightly before him.

"This young man caused a yellow-level dimensional battlefield to collapse, even though this battlefield was against the Dravaks."

"The sources are reliable, as this report was written urgently by our confidants at the government building."

The nobleman Draevol slowly swirled his wine glass between his fingers.

"Interesting. And this report mentions a certain Olifer family. Who exactly are they?"

The man in the black suit sat up slightly and replied in a cold tone.

"A vulgar second-rate family who want to be part of the great and the good."

The patriarch smiled mockingly.

"And this same family wanted to bring down such a genius? How pathetic."

He took a sip from the glass of wine on his desk, before putting it back.

"Keep a close eye on him. Depending on what happens with the meeting with the president, this boy could become a considerable asset... or a threat to be eliminated as soon as possible."

His gaze became more piercing.

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"And if the Federation doesn’t know how to use him properly, then maybe we’ll have to take care of it."

The man in the black suit was not surprised by his patriarch’s words; he was thinking the same thing.

"Your orders, Patriarch."

The latter thought for a moment and made a slight reminder.

"And don’t forget to send an expert to Nansoy, in case the Olifer family or another family is stupid enough to intervene in this context."

...

Underground bunker of the Elden family, renowned for its information network.

A woman with silver hair was quickly leafing through a file.

"An interesting young man, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen such a talented genius with courage to match his talent," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"And what’s most intriguing is that he comes from a civilian background and it hasn’t even been two months since he gained access to Eternity."

Even after reading the report, she didn’t believe it at first.

It was only after verifying the source of the report that she began to believe it.

And at the same time, it terrified her.

"In two months... Two months, and he went from being an ordinary high school student to a fierce warrior capable of turning the tide on a dimensional battlefield. Is this guy really human?"

She gently closed the file and stared at the two women dressed like assassins standing in front of her.

"Contact our informants in the government. I want to know exactly what the president has planned for him."

The two women bowed and disappeared into the shadows.

The woman crossed her fingers in front of her, her gaze bright with growing interest.

"The strong of this world are old and cowardly, no one dares to stand up for their land anymore. Humanity has fallen very low."

"Maxime Valdreuve, will you be one of those young geniuses who will shape the world and restore humanity’s former glory?"