Chapter 1388: Fish food
"...It is the law responsible for the end of the world."
"...."
Robin’s excitement, once ablaze with curiosity, was snuffed out in an instant. His momentum stalled. His feet froze as he started to look around again.
"...I just told you about the end of the world, and you’re already scanning the area looking for a way out?"
The blind old man tilted his head slightly, a hint of genuine offense in his tone.
"Is that how little my words mean to you? Does that phrase stir nothing in your heart?"
"I have things to do," Robin said, brushing past the moment with casual dismissal.
"Too many, actually—so many that even a full millennium feels like a lazy weekend. I don’t have time to stand here and entertain the dramatic prophecies of some lunatic in rags."
He waved his hand dismissively and turned, stepping further into the dense, untamed jungle of the island.
Maybe—just maybe—there was a village nearby. Someone who could tell him where the hell he was.
By his own estimation, he had spent several years in transit—precisely three years and eight months.
That certainly wasn’t a short trip... and it most definitely didn’t feel like a simple jump within Mid-Sector 100.