Chapter 1328: Visiting old friends-2
Robin gave a slow series of nods, his gaze still unwavering, his tone contemplative.
"Hmmm... Hearing this, I don’t quite understand something." He folded his arms, pausing a moment for emphasis. "If you’re not here to complete many of the requests... then what is it that keeps you lingering in the Chamber of Truth day after day? This place isn’t some idle lounge for meditation—it demands a steep toll."
He took a slow step forward, as if the air itself had grown heavier.
"Every 300 hours you spend here burns through resources—resources few can afford. And that’s only the financial cost." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Remaining inside the Hall this long leaves your physical body unguarded, disconnected. Unless your soul is strong, too strong, you are left dependent on others to protect you in the material world. Others who could—at any moment—decide your death is worth more than your life."
Robin’s voice now carried a sharper undertone, not threatening, but cutting through the room like a scalpel.
"And even if you survive the betrayal... even if your consciousness doesn’t collapse somehow... the long-term cost? The slow erosion of coordination between your soul and flesh. Eventually, your grip falters. Your fingers tremble. And when you try to draw something on actual parchment with actual ink in the real world—your hand disobeys. It hesitates. It forgets."
The spiked-haired man sneered, raising his chin defiantly.
"Tch... I’m starting to believe that rumor going around." He leaned forward. "They say you stumbled upon the hidden legacy of an ancient Truth Chosen. Is that the source of your precious insight? Are you nothing more than a scavenger fattened off another man’s glory?"
His voice took on a bitter rhythm, each word sharpened like a knife.
"Is he the one whose techniques you’ve been peddling off as your own? Just another fool who found a relic and decided he was a genius."
Robin didn’t flinch. His expression remained still—too calm.