"C--Changes? what—" before Henri could finish speaking, the door leading to his room swung open. Shifting his gaze towards the direction of the person who just walked in, Henri's jaws nearly dropped to the cold tiles. " F--Fordham?!" Currently, Fordham was no longer clad in a a three piece formal suit. Instead, he was now clad in a high-collar, double-breasted chef’s jacket made of a crisp, stark white fabric that was immaculately tailored to his upper body. The jacket featured sharp black piping along the edges and a row of polished, obsidian-black buttons running down the right side. The collar remained upright, framing his strong jawline that was faintly covered by a strap beard. Slung casually over his right shoulder was a long, dark charcoal apron tied tightly at his waist, draping down to his knees. He also wore fitted, pitch-black trousers and a pair of polished leather boots. Noticing the puzzled look the Deva was directing at him, Henri cleared his throat in a bid t

"Tsk. Show off." Henri clicked his tongue. "Considering how you mentioned Colony Mode being the opposite of Hive Mode, does that mean there is a limit to the number of fractal copies?" —[ ~ Affirmative. The minimum number of fractal copies is two while the maximum number is capped at a thousand copies.]—[ ~ Considering how all personnels affiliated with the Auxillary Reserve Corp are strictly at the Ranger Rank, the number of fractal copies they can individually create is limited to a meagre two copies.] A sharp glint flickered across Henri's eyes when he heard this. "Does that mean if a Deva levels up beyond the Ranger Rank, they automatically get assigned to another sub unit?" "Does a new sub unit mean a change in the appearance of their skin?" "How can I level up a Deva?"The revelation in Omega Prime's last sentence was akin to a spark hitting a powder keg, setting off a chain questions popping continuously in Henri's head.—[ ~ Based on the current metrics, the price to evo

"Young Master, was the food to your liking?" Henri had just dabbed off the grease stains on his lips when he heard Fordham's voice a couple paces beside him.Dropping the napkin onto the table, which was still cluttered with half-finished plates of sumptuous delicacies, Henri glanced in the Deva's direction. "Unfortunately, I am not a gourmet. But I can confidently say your culinary skills is the second best I have experienced.""Second best?" Fordham's expression changed into one of pure intrigue when he heard Henri's rating.Taking notice of the shift in the Deva's mood, Henri continued in, his eyes narrowed solemnly. "The person in question is already dead.""However.." Sticking up a finger, Henri continued. "While I enjoyed the meal, I found the ensemble too excessive. Next time, try reducing the number of side dishes and appetizers.""Yes Young Master."With his gaze briefly lingering on Fordham, Henri's brows suddenly narrowed with confusion as his eyes drifted around, finally r