"R-Ryuk?" Nancy repeated slowly, trying to understand who he was and how he could threaten someone as powerful as General Albert, who had 79 power points.
If he were around her age, that would mean he was likely at a similar level to Tyson and maybe even Alex. Thirty power points at most? Even the world's most promising genius, Mark, was only at 43. So why did her mother and uncle look so shaken by the mention of his name?
Nancy's confusion grew as she turned to her mother. "Prime means...?"
Mrs. Winters stammered, her voice shaky. "That young man... he was selected by the Prime Meta-bot?"
Steve nodded gravely. "Yes, just as Edward predicted." He exhaled sharply. "We've all seen his progress. He's a monster—just as Victor calculated. He's already at 54 power points, nearly reaching General rank. And he was chosen just six years ago."
Nancy's breath hitched in her throat.
"Fifty-four power points?" she whispered in astonishment.
