Rahul looked over the reports and found that, because of his pharmaceutical materials company, the medical facilities of humanity had greatly improved. The birth rate this time had doubled compared to the last decade, and the total human population had increased by nearly fifty million, now reaching around five hundred and fifty million. Seeing this, Rahul was pleased. The stronger humanity became, the more he could advance himself — their progress was his progress.
In the last week, while Rahul was resting in the main world, the remaining Night Watchers had compiled a detailed report for him — a summary of what had happened in his absence while he was in the other world, conducting research and spreading carnage. From this report, Rahul learned many things: the rise in population, the sharp increase in birth rates, and the overall improvement in humanity's condition — all thanks to the medical advancements he had introduced to the human world.
Since Rahul had gained a vast amount of knowledge in the other realm, he decided to use that knowledge to improve the products of his company and completely monopolize the entire medical industry under his control. His goal was to create an unshakable foundation within the kingdom and secure a steady flow of resources for his future plans. Along with that, he aimed to further increase humanity's population, because to him, population itself was a form of resource — the more people there were, the stronger his foundation would become. Later, he went through the company's financial report for the two years he had been away in the other world. The total earnings were astronomical. However, there were also certain issues hidden within those numbers.
When Rahul went through the report, he immediately noticed the discrepancies. The numbers were huge — almost three times higher than what he had expected — but something didn't feel right. Some of the accounts from different territories were missing detailed expenditure records. The managers had written vague terms like "research cost," "equipment development," and "local compensation." Rahul's eyes narrowed as he went through the pages.
He knew this kind of report very well. Someone was trying to take advantage of his absence. He smiled faintly, not out of anger but out of curiosity. "Interesting," he murmured, tapping the table. "Even under my name, rats start growing when the cat is not around."
He didn't call anyone immediately. Instead, he noted down every irregular entry, cross-checked the trade records of his subsidiary labs, and compared the data from supply chains. Within a few hours, he had identified the main problem — one of the regional branches in the eastern sector was manipulating both the data and the flow of the special pharmaceutical compounds he had invented. Those compounds were unique — their formula was not even public, yet somehow, samples had leaked.
Rahul leaned back on his chair and stared at the glowing data board. "So someone sold what was not meant to exist," he said softly. His mind was calm, analytical. "Then let's see who dares to play scientist under my name."
That night, he didn't sleep. Instead, he began drafting a plan — not for punishment, but for observation. He wanted to see how deep this corruption had spread, who was involved, and how far they had gone in reverse-engineering his creations. To him, even betrayal was data, and data always had value.
By dawn, his decision was clear. He would visit the eastern sector personally — not as a prince, but as the silent scientist who once turned an entire realm into his testing ground.
When Rahul visited the eastern sector, he didn't go alone. Along with a few Night Watchers, he also took NW-14 as his silent protector. He knew well how far these capitalists could go to protect their profits—he had seen their kind before, in his previous world.
The journey took seven days. Rahul had already informed them of his arrival beforehand. He knew they would try to clean up, to erase every trace of their wrongdoing. But he also knew their limits. No matter how hard they tried, they could never erase everything.
After a week of travel, his convoy finally reached the gates of the eastern sector facility. Standing there, nervously waiting, was the branch manager—Alex.
Alex was completely flabbergasted. He had no idea why the supreme leader of the company himself had decided to come here. His throat went dry. The weight of his hidden dealings pressed on his mind. He had done a lot—things he hoped would never come to light—and now, seeing Rahul in person, he knew that hiding them would not be easy.
Alex stepped forward and bowed before Rahul. "Leader, we are ready for your inspection. Everything is fine under our watch. We have done our best to protect our profits here."
Rahul did not reply directly. He answered with a quiet sarcasm, "Yes — I can see that in your reports," and moved past Alex toward the company complex. His expression did not change, but the words were a blade.
He turned to the Night Watchers at his side. "Search every document. Check every ledger. Find every hidden place in this compound. Tonight, take one or two high-ranking individuals as hostages — quietly, without alarm. Bring them to me. I want to hear, from them, what you have been doing and how deep the corruption goes."
The Night Watchers bowed and melted into the shadows, already becoming the instruments of his will. Rahul walked on, calm and precise, knowing the truth could not be scrubbed away entirely — not from him.
After checking countless documents and poring over the data, he finally found the issues with the experimentation costs. The expenses were astronomical for what should have been simple experiments—what should have cost a cup of water was being billed two or three times over. Seeing all this, Rahul knew the corruption ran deep. He blamed himself in part: he had not scrutinized company affairs closely in the seven years since he founded it, and that neglect had given these leeches the chance to siphon resources.
But today he decided to make them pay. In his world there was no law to protect such thieves; discovery meant punishment. He resolved that he would eliminate anyone involved in this corruption.
After discovering the reason, Rahul returned to his cabin and sent others to comb the documents more thoroughly, while letting it appear that work continued as usual. The day ended. In a room, Alex sat surrounded by the high‑level members of the eastern sector of the pharmaceutical company. Everyone looked flushed and pale; they knew they were exposed and that they had done terrible things.
Alex, sitting at the table, said, "I think our only chance of survival is to kill Rahul. He has only a few men and this is our territory. We can take him."
Another replied, "No — they are Night Watchers. They are the backbone of humanity. You've heard those rumors."
Alex scoffed, "I don't believe those rumors. I don't think they are powerful enough to stop us."
"No, no — we don't want to die under the Night Watch," another voice urged.
Alex answered, "You will die if we do nothing."
After some discussion, they decided to send assassins to kill Rahul that very night. They immediately contacted the local goons and the assassins they had cultivated in the area.