Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1800 The foundation of the True Beginning

”Could you clarify your thoughts a bit more, Your Majesty?” Morgana asked, her curiosity mixed with a hint of caution. She couldnʼt 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 development has been painfully slow, almost stagnant, which was somewhat expected. Our Soul cultivation path is incredibly weak in the Young Belt, and weʼve been limited by both resources and guidance.”

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in, then continued, ”However, I supplied them with the first and second Soul Atlas volumes, 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 development.”

”...and this is where the second level of support for the Soul Path comes in,” he continued, his gaze narrowing slightly as he considered her reaction. ”First, I want you to gather all the emeralds scattered across the forty-nine soul farms. These emeralds are not just ornaments-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 emeralds 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 methods that have already drawn attention across the sector, and the vast sea of emeralds 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. ”Donʼt you want to distribute the emeralds to the Soul forces? ...I can simply buy them from you if needed.”

Robin already possessed millions of emeralds. 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 replenishment 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 consume emeralds to recover at a remarkable speed. This method would provide an immense advantage during times 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. ”Itʼs just that...” She hesitated, biting her lip as she searched for the right words. ”... Could you assign a small army to assist me in collecting the emeralds? Theyʼre scattered across the planets like pebble. Gathering them on my own would be nearly impossible-I wouldnʼt even have enough time in the three centuries you mentioned if I worked alone!”

”...?” Robin chuckled softly and shook his head, his expression both amused and approving. ”Donʼt you already have an army at your disposal?”

”What do you mean?” Morgana asked, her curiosity piqued.

”Girl,” Robin said, his tone both teasing and instructive, ”you have cleansed your soul domain of all impurity, I didnʼt take away your soul trait. You still have the ability to control specters, why donʼt you use them for gathering?”

”...?!” Morganaʼs 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 emeralds. With this method, youʼll 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, remembering something crucial. ”...Your Majesty, earlier you said first regarding the plan for training and distributing the soul emeralds. Does this mean there are additional steps?”

”Iʼm almost finished,” Robin said, closing his eyes briefly to focus, the faint glow of his aura reflecting off the metallic tablet in his hands. He opened his eyes with a confident smile and handed it to her. ”Here. This is for you!”

”This...?” Morganaʼs hands trembled slightly as she reached for the tablet, her spiritual sense immediately flowing into it. The moment she made contact, she saw the title illuminated before her:

{The Arcilonic method for freely absorbing soul units}

”Huh?” Morgana looked back into Robinʼs eyes, her face a mixture of astonishment and lack of understanding.

”I know, I know, itʼs a strange name, 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. Itʼs fast, efficient, and precise-something no one else can do without it.”

”What?!” Morganaʼs voice cracked with surprise and excitement, 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 volumes, 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 method for Royal Star Compression-itʼs essential they master it properly.”

He rested his hands behind his back, standing tall with the quiet authority of someone used to making decisions that affect the fate of millions. ”Keep this in mind: I donʼt want you focusing only on increasing their numbers of soul units. Thatʼs expected and inevitable. Teach them the spells, share the wisdom youʼve gathered over nearly a million years, and invent ways for them to work as a cohesive force. If necessary, buy any volume, 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 time, I want to see an army of Soul Masters-an army unparalleled, a force unmatched even in the Dreamer Galaxy!”

Morganaʼs throat went dry. Her heart slammed against her ribcage like a war drum.

An army to rival the Dreamer Galaxy itself?

Moments 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, thatʼs fine. I can wait. Iʼll postpone this matter until I find someone more suitable.”

”I-Iʼm ready!” Morganaʼs voice rang out, sharp and unwavering, trembling only slightly from the mix of excitement and fear coursing through her. ”Three centuries...” she murmured under her breath, ”I will do it... I will make sure it happens!”

”Oh, thatʼs much better.” Robin patted her shoulder firmly, then turned his back and continued walking. ”Iʼll be waiting to hear the good news-nothing less.”

”..”

Morganaʼs 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 immense 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~ thereʼs a long, long road ahead, Morgana,” she muttered to herself, steeling her resolve.

Step step step

Ba-dum ba-dum

Robinʼs heart pounded with a rhythmic force that echoed in the air like a drum signaling the commencement 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 FUCKINGʼ 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 monumental 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” Volume T

omorrow we begin the next volume: Baring the Fangs.