"I know. Once I have more funds, I'll concentrate on my research," Arthur said, smiling, aware of his creation's potential.
"Funds? How much do you need?" Nash asked.
Thinking of the quadrillion nova credits he'd soon have, he didn't mind investing in Arthur's research.
"Oh? Are you rich? If you have money, give me a hundred trillion nova credits to start with," Arthur joked, not believing Nash had that kind of wealth.
But suddenly, as if his ears had gone deaf or he was hallucinating, Arthur heard an unexpected response from Nash.
"Come again? What did you say?"
"I said I'll fund your research and invest a hundred trillion nova credits," Nash repeated.
"This—are you serious?!"
"Of course."
"Where did you even get that money? How could you be so rich?" Arthur asked in disbelief.
Even as a prestigious scientist, he didn't have a trillion in his account.
How could Nash have so much?
"I earned it in the Dark Plane. Well, I should also thank the battle weapon I created."
