Moth froze, a piece of exotic fruit halfway to his mouth. He blinked, certain he had misheard the translation. "What?!" he stammered, his voice cracking. "You are kidding, right? You're playing some kind of human joke on me?"
"Not in the slightest," Hye replied with a casual shrug. He leaned back in his chair, finally feeling the hunger he had ignored for hours.
He picked out the most succulent-looking dish from the spread and took a deliberate bite, savouring the flavour while Moth spiralled into a panic. "I will cover every expense. There is no limit on my end, Moth.
The only limit that exists today is how much your empire can actually physically provide before the deadline."
"This is… insane," Moth muttered. He didn't wait to argue; he dove into the list. As he scrolled, his eyes widened.
The document wasn't just a list; it was tens of pages long, a comprehensive catalogue that spanned everything from high-tier manufacturing plants to forbidden genetic templates.
