Nana had a genial smile on her face as she continued talking,

“As for how we are able to track the amount of your kills, I hope my explanation may have resolved some of your doubts. With the Nemesis plate, we know the precise number of people and beasts on the planet, we can track them, and also collect their information. That’s how we know the exact number of beasts and alien creatures you have killed so far.”

Rowan breathed in deeply, that was an outstanding treasure, it combined utility and security all in a single package.

“So, I would assume you took the scouts’ reports and my battle to assign the kills to me?”

“Precisely!” Nana smiled, “I took the initiative to register your name on the Nemesis board as one of the Exterminators, which is a separate ranking to tabulate your scores.”

Rowan nodded at her, and took a look at the tablet in his hands, the top contributor was a name called Dorian the Red. He had killed a billion beasts in less than a month.

A billion! Before his vision, this amount of death may have terrified him, for the thought of a single individual being able to massacre a billion creatures in less than a month would seem ridiculous to him.

Yet, he had murdered an entire Universe, and in every second, he had been killing uncountable trillions. His eyes only focused on the name for a while, and then he swept past it.

Did he see the eyes of Scarvros tighten a little? Perhaps he had been too dismissive about seeing the billion deaths assigned to this single individual.

Rowan shrugged internally, there was no way for him to truly judge the thoughts of anyone else at the table, he could only extrapolate to the best of his knowledge.

The Second name on the list was Brioc Boreas who had thirty million kills to his name, Rowan did not bother reviewing the third name, his sight zipped down to his name now on the twenty-first on the list as someone else had just overtaken him with a few thousand : Erohim kills: 167,548.

Scavross pointed out, “You cannot actually see the precise levels of the monsters you have killed on this Slate, but do know that it is a factor on the amount of contribution points given, so even if you only killed two monsters, the higher level kills would be worth more Nemesis points than the other. So, although you might have other people ahead of you, it is quite possible that when your Nemesis points are tabulated, you may fall into the top ten or far below.”

Rowan peered at the first name on the Nemesis Board, “I would assume that the first name on the list did not just kill massive amounts of mortal beasts to be at that level.”

Scavros grimaced, “your assumption would be correct. The Son of Scarlet, is a monster.”

Rowan frowned, “Son of Scarlet?”

“Why, do you find that name familiar?” Circe asked, her eyes shining with a light of mischief and curiosity.

“No, I don’t think so.” Rowan answered.

“Well you might have heard the name from somewhere. Since he is a popular figure. He is a Dominator from the Kuranes family. The first in line to be the Patriarch, and therefore hold the sacred name Kuranes. He is a warrior who has plied his trade on hundreds of worlds, and we are lucky he is on this planet.”

Rowan soul made it easy to school his features, and nothing of his internal thoughts showed. He had finally found a member of his family, but he could not help but feel there was far more than meets the eyes with this one.

Of all the planets a Kuranes warlord could find himself, why Jarkarr? It could be a coincidence, but Rowan would prefer to err on the side of caution. It would appear his time on the planet was running out, as he began to wonder if Lamia or Augustus were not far behind.

Although he was still at the Legendary State, his current strength was far above what it was inside the Nexus, but he knew that his enemies would never underestimate him, and however they measured his strength they would bring more power to bear, making sure they crushed him.

That would mean he had to make drastic decisions if he wanted to be ahead of the curve.

His mind went through the dozens of people that he had glimpsed inside the vision when he was at the edge of destroying the planet. He stenciled their images in his consciousness, it was a shame the Nemesis Board did not assign pictures to the names, else Rowan was sure he would have recognized most of the people in his vision to be on this board.

That was also a good thing for him, he did not want his face to be shown publicly and spread around the planet at the time. His cautiousness grew when he had an unpleasant thought.

Turning to Circe, he asked, “Did Scarvros arrive in my absence, and would he be coming along with us during the next month or so?”

“Hmm, about that. I did tell you Scavros came from the Home World Trion, and he would be returning to the family palace soon, he is a messenger.”

“Sadly, I would love to help, but I have other duties calling for my attention.” Scarvros said, “Your Legend Erohim is growing on the planet. Yet, it is unknown elsewhere, don’t worry, I shall bring your name to the family’s elder. I’m sure they would be pleased to know of you and would surely reward your effort.” Scavros laughed.

“Do not let me hold you back.” Rowan laughed in return, “How do we go about making the exchange?”

“If I am to believe, a list of exchanges has been sent to your quarters, and you can make the exchange when you get to the Underground City. There is a massive Teleportation portal there that would promptly deliver every item you seek.”

“Thank you all for the enlightening conversations, I will be retiring for the moment as I want to rest after the arduous battles I just experienced.”

“As it should be.” Circe nodded, “Please take your time and rest, you have given us weeks of safe journey.”

Rowan nodded and left, aware of all the eyes on him as he left the audience with Circe, Nana, and the Guardsman. Once again, the situation on the ground was forcing his hands.

It was an easy traversal to reach his allotted vehicle, as he came nearer, he could already smell the pleasant meal that Olga had whipped up, and he thought he could devote a few minutes to indulging in this pleasure.

Rowan stopped at the door, and he frowned when he saw the distressed look on the faces of Olga and Trevor. It did not take long to hear the details of their problem with his senses, and he felt a wave of anger pulse inside his blood.

He looked towards the far end of the convoy, at a particular garish Trailer–Motor, and headed towards it with haste. He brought out a piece of wood from his Spatial bracelet and with his finger scrawled a brief message and flung it towards Circe’s vehicle.

When he reached the vehicle, he was stopped by the Outstretched hands of two Guardsmen. He didn’t stop.

“Stop! You have no permission to cross through to the lord’s chambers. Return yourself, or we would be forced to engage.”

“Nice line, tell me, did you practice that every morning before the mirror?”

“This is your last warning, retreat from the lord’s chamber, at once.” the Guardsmen placed their hands around the sword on their waist, as faint lightning sparks were spat from the weapons.

Rowan never stopped walking all these while, and he simply sped up, reappearing behind the two Guardsmen, before they could react, they had both collapsed.