"I'm making it up to you. Don't you want it?" Marcus looked up at the woman straddling him. In an instant, a scorching fire flared to life in his silver-gray eyes. "I do." … Meanwhile, Silas stepped out of the shower and immediately noticed a new notification on his lightcore. It was a message from the same gullible guy from earlier. He skimmed the message and went speechless. After all this time, the guy still hadn't smoothed things over with his huntress' other mates. His emotional intelligence must have been subterranean. Silas hadn't planned on replying, but he couldn't accompany Emma right now, and he was bored anyway. He slipped into his pajamas, sprawled on his bed, and tapped out a quick message under the guise of Embrace of the Moon. 'Getting along with people is easy. You just have to be proactive. If you can toss out a Rank 11 beast core over something tiny, you're clearly powerful and you've got resources to spare. So, just give your brothers a few gifts.' In another room, after sending his previous message to Embrace of the Moon, Drake waited a long time with no reply. He just assumed the other party had lost interest. Ping! Another message had arrived. As he read the message, his brows knit. He had thought about giving Lucien and the others a few things. In truth, they didn't need any of it. He merely replied, 'They're all strong. They don't need these things.' Silas read the response and pressed his lips together. Since when did Central Planet have so many experts running around? After a moment of thought, he replied, 'Whether they need it is their business. You giving a gift shows sincerity. No one dislikes a thoughtful gift. If you want to build rapport, start by showing goodwill.'Then he sent another message. 'Sorry to pry, but what Rank are you?' Drake was about to respond when Corvin suddenly pushed open the door. "Drake!" Seeing Drake hunched over his lightcore, Corvin froze at the doorway. "Sorry. I didn't know you were busy. The door was open, so I came in. "Should I go back out and knock?" Embarrassment colored Corvin's expression. He really did have something urgent to ask for help with. He'd rushed over, saw the door open, and forgot to knock. "There's no need." Drake had been thinking about how to improve relations with them, so he wouldn't nitpick with Corvin, especially not someone who came to him of his own accord. "I'm not doing anything important anyway. Just chatting with someone I met through the lightcore." He added the explanation himself.Before he'd arrived here, Thero had lectured him endlessly not to talk to Emma's mates as if he were conducting an official interrogation. So, Drake made an effort. It was the first time he'd done something like that, and to his surprise, it wasn't as hard as he'd imagined. "A friend from the lightcore?" Corvin stared, shocked. He never expected someone like Drake to be chatting online. Corvin needed a favor, but because Drake and Malrik both had slightly scrambled brains these days, Corvin was worried the guy might get scammed. Out of genuine concern, he warned him. "Drake, there are all kinds of therians online. Don't tell them everything. If you run into someone shady and get tricked, that'd be bad." "I know. Thanks." Drake truly appreciated it. "You needed something?" Corvin scratched his head, embarrassed. "So, uh… do you have a Rank 11 beast core? An insect core works too. I really need one right now." He'd originally thought to ask Marcus, but Kieran said Marcus was with Emma. Therefore, he didn't disturb him.He didn't dare ask Lucien or Silas either. After thinking it through, the only person at home who could easily produce a Rank 11 core was Drake. "Yeah, I do." Drake retrieved two Rank 11 beast cores from his storage band and handed them over. "If it's not enough, just come back." "That's plenty." Corvin took only one. "One is enough." He didn't dare take more. "Thanks, Drake. Once I use the core, I'll pay you back." "Don't worry about paying me back. Just take it." Drake shoved the second Rank 11 core into Corvin's hand. "I don't need them anyway." Corvin was dumbfounded at his words. He really is the overlord of the three domains, alright. This guy is loaded. He stared at Drake like he was gazing at a walking treasure vault. Corvin pocketed the cores and clapped him on the shoulder. "Drake, you're solid. You're my brother now. If you ever need anything, come to me, I'll help you." Drake hadn't expected two Rank 11 beast cores to earn someone's brotherhood. That was… impressively simple. Embrace of the Moon was right all along. Gifts really are always effective.