".........?!?"
A crushing silence fell over the grand hall, so heavy that even the faintest movents seed to echo unnaturally within the vast space.
"Hahaha this is incredible, now my path in the first cultivation path will-!!" one of the excited attendees suddenly shouted, his voice filled with uncontrollable anticipation, but he abruptly cut himself off as realization struck him like a blow, his expression freezing into pure shock.
The excitent in his eyes flickered, replaced by sothing deeper... calculation, doubt, and disbelief.
Sowhere up within the Soul Society-
Whoosh
Morval made a simple, almost lazy gesture with his hand, and the glowing sphere before him instantly dimd before disappearing entirely, as if it had never existed. He remained still, his gaze lowered toward the grand hall below, his expression unreadable.
"Hmm, is that all for the announcent? You've wasted rare opportunity..." Timari stepped forward with calm, asured steps until she stood beside him, her eyes also drifting downward. "You could have spoken for another hour about the full benefits of this technique, detailed its applications, and at the very least ntioned the availability of personal arrays."
Her tone was casual, but her words carried a subtle pressure.
Timari's statent was not rely a suggestion, but a reminder.
Lord Morval was not the first to grasp control of the Soul Society, and he certainly would not be the last.
The duration of his authority was tied, in its entirety, to two fragile pillars... his major administrative achievents, and the general acceptance of the countless beings across the universe. And announcents of grand, influential products like this one fulfilled both conditions in a single stroke.
Thus, soone in Lord Morval's position, especially in such a precarious mont where the selection that occurred once every hundred thousand years was drawing near, a mont where another brother could easily replace him and take control of the Soul Society... soone like him needed to extract every possible advantage from an announcent of this magnitude, ensuring that his na, his image, and his presence beca inseparably tied to the product itself.
That association alone could anchor his position and reinforce his legitimacy in the eyes of the universe.
"It is a matter of prestige that everyone listens when I speak, my little sister," Morval said quietly, his tone steady and serious, devoid of any trace of hesitation. "If I continue speaking now, no one will truly hear . I would beco nothing more than a man speaking to himself... and that is beneath ."
"Why wouldn't they listen?" Timari raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze sharpening. "I can already imagine an extended speech, one that breaks down every single advantage of this project, one that ensures no one leaves without understanding its true value.""
"Do you truly believe they don't already understand?" Morval shook his head slowly, then gestured toward the grand hall below. "At this very mont, each of them is clinging to a single benefit, turning it over and over in their minds. The mont excitent begins to rise, another thought interrupts it... a consequence, a cost, a hidden implication. They fall silent, retreating into themselves, calculating gains and losses once more... their minds have already left us."
He paused briefly before placing his hands behind his back, his posture straight yet relaxed.
"And I cannot bla them," he continued. "What Lord Robin has done this ti is truly... dangerous in ways they have yet to fully grasp." A faint smile appeared on his lips. "He was not exaggerating when he said he would support the path of lone cultivators... he has delivered a decisive, irreversible blow to every major power structure in the universe."
His voice lowered slightly as he added, almost to himself, "Every single one of them... without exception."
He returned his gaze downward, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if even he was still dissecting the consequences of the very announcent he had just delivered.
In truth, Morval had felt sothing he rarely experienced when he first examined the technique and the array... fear.
Not hesitation, not rejection... but genuine, unmistakable fear.
For a brief mont, he had seen two futures overlapping before him.
One was radiant, filled with limitless potential, a universe where individuals could rise through their own efforts without reliance on ancient forces or inherited structures.
The other was far darker, a future where balance shattered, where countless unpredictable variables collided, where disasters erged faster than they could be contained.
He saw a future that defied prediction entirely.
He saw power slipping out of the control of established forces, spreading into the hands of individuals who might not be bound by any order or restraint.
He saw opportunities beyond imagination... and catastrophes beyond calculation.
A genius of calculations and administration, for the first ti, he found himself standing helpless before a decision, his thoughts colliding in ways he had never experienced before.
But that mont of hesitation did not last long. In the end, the overwhelming weight of the benefits in his eyes crushed any fear of potential consequences
that might follow.
The greatest benefit, from the perspective of the Soul Society, was undeniably the massive increase in the quantity of soul eralds. And that ant a direct expansion of the primary currency circulating within the Soul Society alongside pearls, strengthening its economic backbone.
This, in turn, ant a sharp rise in purchasing power, and an explosion in trade volu that could multiply overall sales to levels never seen before in the
history of the Society.
Would this inevitably lead to inflation? If everyone beca capable of compressing their own personal soul erald, and all of them sought to purchase the sa valuable resources, wouldn't that gradually erode the value of the soul erald itself?
Not in this case, and for several critical reasons.
The first was that today's announcent would elevate the soul path to an entirely new level. The number of individuals aspiring to beco soul masters would increase at an alarming rate, and each of them would require enormous quantities of soul eralds just to sustain their advancent.
The eralds they produced through the array would rarely enter open circulation. Most would use them for personal cultivation, others would trade them directly with fellow soul masters in exchange for pearls or rare resources,
while many would simply store them, waiting patiently for the mont they could afford sothing truly valuable... aning that, at least in the early stages, the actual flow of soul eralds across the broader market would
remain extrely limited.
And then ca the next crucial factor... the array and the technique themselves required significant ti to produce even a modest amount of erald. Upon activating the array for the very first ti and beginning the process of gathering units from the surrounding environnt, it would take an entire week just to form a basic, solid soul erald... and after that, a full day would be required to add a single additional unit to it.
Which ant that after ten full days of uninterrupted operation, one would only possess a solid erald containing three units.
If the practitioner maintained complete seclusion for an entire year, allowing the array to operate continuously without pause, the result would be an erald containing 358 soul units.
Extend that effort to ten full years of relentless activation, and the total would
surpass 3500 units.
"...."
Morval allowed a faint smile to appear as he contemplated the figure, shaking his head slightly as if amused by the contrast.
For the great powers, such a number was insignificant, barely worth attention.
But for the common masses, it was a dream beyond imagination... most who stepped onto the first training path failed to gather even a thousand units throughout their entire lives, dying before ever reaching the rank of soul
master.
Thus, obtaining more than 3000 units, already condensed and ready for forceful refinent within ten years, represented a nearly guaranteed path toward becoming a soul master and achieving the coveted silver soul. Yet the price was equally clear. Those ten years would not be lived freely, but
spent in silent servitude to the array, day after day, night after night, bound to that small disc, pouring ti, focus, and existence into it in exchange for strength. And once strength was gained, the cycle would not end... it would deepen, pulling the user further into dependence.
"The soul eralds production of that disc... no, the production of the Soul Inheritance Array, is not large enough to destabilize the eralds prices or disrupt the balance of power to a level that would alarm the Drear Galaxy,
yet it is not so limited that people would reject it or abandon it as impractical," Morval murmured quietly, his voice steady as his thoughts sharpened, "...it is perfectly balanced, engineered to bind its user to it, to beco an eternal addiction that no one would willingly abandon."
He paused for a brief mont, his eyes narrowing slightly as a deeper thought crossed his mind, then continued in a quieter tone,
"..I wonder whether Lord Robin truly calculated all of this from the very
beginning, shaping every detail with intention, or if this flawless balance is nothing more than an extraordinary coincidence?"
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