"Could you clarify your thoughts a bit more, Your Majesty?" Morgana asked, her curiosity mixed with a hint of caution. She couldn't help but feel that every
word Robin spoke carried layers of strategy and expectation.
"Hmmm... I laid the foundation for soul forces in the empire centuries ago," Robin began, his tone calm but carrying undeniable authority. "But their developnt has been painfully slow, almost stagnant, which was sowhat expected. Our Soul cultivation path is incredibly weak in the Young Belt, and we've been limited by both resources and guidance."
He paused for a mont, letting the weight of his words sink in, then continued, "However, I supplied them with the first and second Soul Atlas volus, followed by the Soul Hunting technique. This strengthened the foundation for the soul cultivators and increased their numbers substantially, giving them a solid starting point for further developnt."
"...and this is where the second level of support for the Soul Path cos in," he continued, his gaze narrowing slightly as he considered her reaction. "First, I want you to gather all the eralds scattered across the forty-nine soul farms. These eralds are not just ornants-they are concentrated reservoirs of soul force. The first batch of students in your academy will be Soul Masters drawn from my three empires. You will select the most promising among them, those with true potential, and provide them with the eralds to enhance their abilities, making them stronger than ever before."
He lifted his head slightly, the sunlight reflecting faintly off his eyes as he emphasized the enormity of what he was proposing. "With the strong foundation of the academy that I will create, combined with your extraordinary educational thods that have already drawn attention across the sector, and the vast sea of eralds that you can access... I am confident that you could forge an army of soul masters capable of unimaginable feats over the next three centuries. You understand what this entails, correct?"
"Yes, but..." Morgana hesitated, her eyes reflecting both awe and a lingering worry. Her brow furrowed as she considered the magnitude of the task.
"What is it?" Robin asked, a faint smile curling his lips. "Don't you want to distribute the eralds to the Soul forces? ...I can simply buy them from you if needed."
Robin already possessed millions of eralds. Yet, if he distributed them all to an army, they would be depleted in an instant-like scattering a handful of sand across an endless desert. It was far more strategic to retain them, allowing for rapid replenishnt of his soul reserves like what he did when Seraphim exhausted him 2 hours ago.
For instance, Seraphim had just completely drained him earlier. Instead of spending weeks absorbing energy to restore more than four million units, he could now consu eralds to recover at a remarkable speed. This thod would provide an imnse advantage during tis of war, when every second of recovery counted.
"No, no, everything I have is yours!" Morgana interjected quickly, her voice firm yet tinged with urgency. "It's just that..." She hesitated, biting her lip as she searched for the right words. "... Could you assign a small army to assist in collecting the eralds? They're scattered across the planets like pebble. Gathering them on my own would be nearly impossible-I wouldn't even have enough ti in the three centuries you ntioned if I worked alone!"
"...?" Robin chuckled softly and shook his head, his expression both amused and approving. "Don't you already have an army at your disposal?"
"What do you an?" Morgana asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Girl," Robin said, his tone both teasing and instructive, "you have cleansed your soul domain of all impurity, I didn't take away your soul trait. You still have the ability to control specters, why don't you use them for gathering?"
"...?!" Morgana's eyes widened in shock. She had believed that connection-the ability to command the specters-was gone forever, lost to the annals of her past struggles.
"You can leave the seventeen planets that are already completely cleansed of specters for last," Robin explained, "and use the specters on the remaining planets to collect the eralds. With this thod, you'll be able to gather not just what you need, but a surplus as well, far more efficiently than by working alone."
"Understood," Morgana replied, a newfound confidence sparking in her voice. But then she paused, rembering sothing crucial. "...Your Majesty, earlier you said first regarding the plan for training and distributing the soul eralds. Does this an there are additional steps?"
"I'm almost finished," Robin said, closing his eyes briefly to focus, the faint glow of his aura reflecting off the tallic tablet in his hands. He opened his eyes with a confident smile and handed it to her. "Here. This is for you!"
"This...?" Morgana's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the tablet, her spiritual sense imdiately flowing into it. The mont she made contact, she saw the title illuminated before her:
{The Arcilonic thod for freely absorbing soul units}
"Huh?" Morgana looked back into Robin's eyes, her face a mixture of astonishnt and lack of understanding.
"I know, I know, it's a strange na, but he insisted on it," Robin said with a chuckle, the corners of his mouth twitching as though amused by the reaction. "With this technique, you can absorb units from the air at roughly twenty percent of the normal natural energy absorption speed. It's fast, efficient, and precise-sothing no one else can do without it."
"What?!" Morgana's voice cracked with surprise and excitent, ringing out louder than she intended. A few students nearby glanced over, curiosity piqued by the unexpected outburst.
"Shh!" Robin held up a hand, signaling her to calm down. "Use the technique yourself first, and then pass it on to those who have taken the oath and received the Soul Atlas volus, as well as the Soul Hunting technique. They need this to gain a fresh boost. And once they reach a certain level, guide them in the thod for Royal Star Compression-it's essential they master it properly."
He rested his hands behind his back, standing tall with the quiet authority of soone used to making decisions that affect the fate of millions. "Keep this in mind: I don't want you focusing only on increasing their numbers of soul units. That's expected and inevitable. Teach them the spells, share the wisdom you've gathered over nearly a million years, and invent ways for them to work as a cohesive force. If necessary, buy any volu, no matter how costly, to educate yourself further. The budget for this academy is entirely open to you. Nothing is off-limits."
Then he locked eyes with her, unwavering and intense. "Morgana... three centuries. That is your limit, and within that ti, I want to see an army of Soul Masters-an army unparalleled, a force unmatched even in the Drear Galaxy!"
Morgana's throat went dry. Her heart slamd against her ribcage like a war drum.
An army to rival the Drear Galaxy itself?
Monts ago, the thought of Robin establishing Fifth Path forces in two average sectors had made her stomach twist with apprehension. Now, the reality of this task pressed down on her chest with the weight of entire worlds. She had felt sympathy for Shaddad and Jabba, already burdened with heavy responsibility, but the truth was... she had now taken on a far greater burden, one that dwarfed theirs entirely.
"...Heh~" Robin waved his hand casually, as if brushing away the enormity of his command, but his words carried the weight of inevitability. "If I see that you cannot handle it, that's fine. I can wait. I'll postpone this matter until I find soone more suitable."
"I-I'm ready!" Morgana's voice rang out, sharp and unwavering, trembling only slightly from the mix of excitent and fear coursing through her. "Three centuries..." she murmured under her breath, "I will do it... I will make sure it happens!"
"Oh, that's much better." Robin patted her shoulder firmly, then turned his back and continued walking. "I'll be waiting to hear the good news-nothing less."
".."
Morgana's heart raced so fast she could feel the blood pumping in her temples. Her mind, operating with the force and precision of hundreds of thousands of people simultaneously, began to ache.
Should she feel pride that His Majesty entrusted her with such an imnse mission? Or despair that he had sent her far away from his presence?
No matter the choice... she would grow stronger, she would teach, and she would serve. There was no higher calling available to her.
The girl looked down at her trembling hands, gripping them tightly until her knuckles whitened. "Sigh~ there's a long, long road ahead, Morgana," she muttered to herself, steeling her resolve.
Step step step
Ba-dum ba-dum
Robin's heart pounded with a rhythmic force that echoed in the air like a drum signaling the comncent of war. Each step he took carried authority, each beat of his heart resonated as if declaring the arrival of a new era.
The tablets he sent to Zara, the Fifth Path spreading toward World Cataclysms, and the simultaneous creation of the stellar academy to forge Soul Masters-all unfolding together with precise timing.
If The All-Seeing god were present, they would likely shake their head in disbelief, muttering that Robin was FUCKING' the threads of fate, not just missing with them.
The threads of fate... delicate, intricate, yet undeniable.
Who else could sense them? Who could perceive this monuntal shift rippling through the universe?
Who had the power to sense... The True Beginning?
Ba-dum
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End of the " Stage Formation" Volu T
omorrow we begin the next volu: Baring the Fangs.
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