Lord of the Truth - Chapter 2060 stubborn souls

Chapter 2060 stubborn souls

Inside the academic building apartment-

Robin stood beside the door, slowly letting his gaze wander around the room with a quiet trace of nostalgia. Even though he had been here only two hours ago, calmly trying to finish the very last panel of the six in peace, everything had suddenly flipped upside down in a single moment. Now he would be forced to move and live somewhere else, a completely different place, a place where humans fought space beasts on a daily basis, where survival itself was part of life.

“Heeey~” Robin released a long, heavy breath, as if trying to empty his chest of lingering emotions. With a light, casual wave of his hand toward the desk, all the papers and pens, broken and intact alike, vanished as if they had never existed. Then he began carefully searching for even the smallest scattered paper scraps, along with the panels he used to press like stones and throw at Arkalon’s head whenever she annoyed him, a habit born from frustration and familiarity rather than anger.

After that came the thousands of panels piled beside the desk like small hills reaching the ceiling, forming crooked stacks like miniature mountains. Panels filled with solutions to the sixth path and scattered fragments of truth runes, incomplete, experimental, and chaotic. Then, with a faint and quiet smile, he began pulling in the emerald fragments that carpeted the floor like sand and beach stones, shining softly under the room’s light.

“Hmmm.” After pulling everything into his space rings, he placed his hands above his waist and cast a long, lingering look around the apartment, as if engraving the scene into memory, then nodded slowly. “It seems a chapter of life will end today,” he said quietly. He moved to turn and leave, “….” but his body refused to follow his will, and his steps stopped before they even began.

“Hoooh~” Robin sighed again, deeper this time. “I guess it won’t hurt to enter the Soul Society one last time from here. That will give Leonid more time to build my new dwelling anyway.” He stepped forward, sat on his bed one last time with a calm, satisfied smile, feeling a strange sense of closure, and gently closed his eyes.

Inside Robin’s soul domain-

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“Hm?” Robin’s soul manifestation appeared and slowly turned in surprise toward a specific point in the distance.

In the vast, boundless expanse of his soul domain, there was one particular area overflowing with movement, noise, and violent energy.

There stood three enormous mountains, mountains the size of the world tree Hovinheim’s trunk or even larger, perfectly circular in shape and intensely black like colossal spheres of darkness.

Their aura was extremely dense, extremely foul, radiating a terrifying negative energy that flooded the surrounding space. If Robin’s soul domain were even slightly weaker, it would have been torn apart by them alone, shattered under their pressure, yet these entities were far beyond anything ordinary or natural. Eight royal soul stars were working relentlessly to coat the three spherical mountains with a thick layer of purple matter, layer after layer, while all of them had been fixed in place by several gigantic purple chains that pulsed with power. At the same time, the Greenland Star continuously repaired any damage surrounding the soul domain, restoring cracks, distortions, and ruptures the moment they appeared.

Besides that, there were large numbers of powerful soul creatures wielding soul weapons, striking again and again in an attempt to shatter them, as if villagers from a remote settlement had discovered gold hidden inside a mountain and attacked it with blind obsession.

Beside them were several massive drills operating side by side, vibrating the entire domain with their force. All of this was focused on a single goal: breaking the three mountains. Yet despite everything, nothing seemed to be working, and no visible progress could be seen.

“Hmmm,” Robin scratched his head as he watched the scene in silence. “It doesn’t look like they’ll be breaking anytime soon.” Then he turned toward a certain direction. “Eighth consciousness, is everything alright over there?”

There were seven other manifestations of Robin spread across the domain, but with clearly lesser presence, each responsible for a different function, system, or task.

None of them tried to seize control of the body, for the primal soul supports only the first consciousness. It could be said that the rest were merely auxiliary copies, created to assist with thinking, analysis, coordination, and problem-solving, nothing more than extensions of his will and mind.

“Everything is fine.” The eighth consciousness nodded calmly, his expression steady and composed. “There’s no immediate danger, but we’ll need some time to fully break down those initial souls. Their structure is far more complex than ordinary entities.”

Then he frowned slightly, his brows knitting together in thought. “What’s strange is that those three initial souls don’t actually contain many units inside them. Everything you see, those massive spheres, all of it is nothing but pure genetic and life data, condensed to an absurd degree. There’s barely any conventional structure. I honestly can’t even imagine the capacity of that soul creature once we succeed in extracting and stabilizing it. Its potential would be… terrifying.”

Then the eighth consciousness turned toward Robin, his tone growing more serious. “Hey, why don’t you try searching for records about the use of initial souls from space beasts as soul creatures? Old archives, forbidden registries, black-market knowledge, anything. I really feel like we’re walking in complete darkness like this, relying only on instinct and theory.”

“Do you really think something like that exists?” Robin chuckled softly, shaking his head. “If anyone ever did it, they’d keep the information to themselves. No one would openly share knowledge that valuable.”

“Who knows.” The eighth consciousness turned his gaze back toward the colossal spheres. “It already reached the point where the Heat Behemoth sold the law he had dominated up to the sixth stage. With all these recent upheavals, chaos, and shifts in power, selling critical information might not be that strange anymore. Even secrets that were once untouchable are being traded.”

“….” Robin nodded slowly. “I’ll see if there’s anything like that,” he said thoughtfully, then laughed lightly and let out a short whistle. “But at the very least, let’s make proper use of what’s already in our hands. Wasting resources

like these would be a sin.”

He raised his hand and called out clearly, “Arkalon, be useful and help the eighth consciousness. You can put the development of absorption technology aside for now. This takes priority”

“…” Arkalon, who was sitting under a strange, twisted tree far away, lifted his head in visible annoyance. His expression darkened, he snapped the pen over his knee with a sharp crack, then stood up and headed toward the nearest primal soul while muttering angrily under his breath.

“…I think he’s happy about the change of atmosphere.” Robin chuckled to himself, amused, then waved toward the eighth consciousness. “Good luck to both of you Try not to blow up my domain.”

“Where are you going?” the eighth consciousness asked, glancing back.

“I’m going to deliver that recording to the Soul Society, of course.” Robin replied as he moved toward the sapling. “It’s true the cosmic elder was a scoundrel and added words from his own head, twisting a few details, but what we actually agreed on is still in the recording. The core content is intact. It’ll be

enough.”

“…..” The eighth consciousness stared at the back of Robin’s manifestation until

he reached the soul sapling, then lifted his shoulders in a small shrug and returned his focus to observing what was happening with the three souls. The release of that recording to the public would overturn the world even more than it already was, shaking structures, powers, and balances across countless domains. But that was a problem for the core, first consciousness to deal with, not him.

Hooom Soul units began to stream into the sapling to activate it, flowing like luminous currents through its structure. Then Robin called out clearly,

“Temari~”

“Here.” A soft light flared, and the fairy appeared within it with a formal, perfectly controlled smile. “How may I assist you today, Lord Human?”

“….” Robin formed a small soul sphere in his hand, its light pulsing gently. “This recording, I want to publish it through the Soul Society as paid content. Full access, controlled distribution.”

“Of course, Lord Human.” The fairy nodded with her formal smile, her posture flawless. “Please push the recording toward the mirror.”

“….” Robin stared at the fairy for a long moment, studying her expression and

tone. Then he extinguished the soul sphere, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Where is the Temari I know?”