2351 - Live Broadcast
Middle Sector 500—
*Step* *Step*
A mature woman dressed in a light-colored, open-bellied gown hurried through long, sprawling corridors. Each step she took covered miles, yet it took her minutes to move from one point to another.
When she finally stopped, she stood before a massive gate—ancient in style but new in appearance.
The woman let out a breath, then raised her hand and began knocking nervously, *Bam* *Bam*.
At last, a voice came from within, making her swallow her saliva. "Enter."
"Phew~" The woman sighed in relief, then pushed the door and entered quickly. "First Brother, there's a new emergency."
"Oh?" Morval was browsing a glowing book at that moment. "What emergency can't Third Sister handle on her own?"
"They brought the case to me, but I had to pass it to you." The mature woman spoke rapidly. "It concerns the Shadow Swords."
"...?" Morval stopped browsing, closed the book, and returned it to its place on the table. Then he turned toward his sister. "Continue."
"Several Shadow Swords in Sectors 98-Mid and 102-Mid opened live broadcasts using the Soul Seedling as a medium. At this moment, everything their eyes see is transmitted by the Soul Seedling to the Live Broadcast Hall. They are now there, amidst the billions of broadcasts flying around every moment." The Third Sister spoke.
"...The Soul Society ignored this unusual phenomenon from the Shadow Swords, even though our Automatic Scanners detected violence and death in the broadcasts. But this is normal—many powers try to use this method as a deterrent or to gain fame." Then she furrowed her brows, "But the Shadow Swords' broadcasts surpassed everything. They garnered numerous views in an extremely short time. As of now, millions are watching what's happening, and the numbers are increasing."
"This is good for us." Morval nodded, "What's the problem with that?"
The Third Sister replied quickly, "The problem is that Theo, the Boss of the Shadow Swords, submitted an official request for promotion with an Open Budget for those broadcasts and to display them to everyone. He also submitted an official request not to stop them no matter what happens."
"...." Morval began rubbing his chin, "Promotion in all halls and no stopping no matter what happens—this is a privilege granted to very few individuals. Money alone cannot buy this kind of treatment."
In truth, perhaps three or four people can do something like this without permission. The moment the broadcast is opened or a promotion push is applied, they will show what they want to show to the entire universe without stopping.
This was something Interas requested tens of millions of years ago. During a specific war, he destroyed a great empire in Middle Sector 34 and executed their lord that day in a live broadcast on the Soul Society. A major problem arose when the Soul Society at the time tried to disrupt the broadcast.
It is said that this incident was the reason behind the expulsion of the previous Director of the Society and the appointment of the one who followed.
The Next Director established a law of non-interference in broadcasts of this level, stating that the broadcaster is fully responsible for their own broadcast. Then he placed a few names on the List, which has now reached five names: Interas, Marlik, the Cosmic Elder, the Archon, and Qarun.
Only these. Everyone below them must obtain Permits, and their actions are closely monitored. The Society has the right to shut down the broadcast at any time.
"..." Morval tapped his knee for a few seconds. "We cannot lose Lord Robin. Even if we must respect those five due to their status and power, Lord Robin is the most important to us among them. Our profits have doubled thanks to the Spirit Legacy Array."
He then nodded after a few seconds, "Allow them, and I will place Lord Robin's name as the sixth. The position of Head of the Cosmic Academies grants him sufficient status to receive this privilege..." Then he smiled, "I think he will like such a gesture."
He had indeed begun to think about Robin's next innovation and how it would nourish society.
Just because Timari had treated him well, his response was generous enough to spread all those enormous things, even giving up several advantages and profits for their sake. So what if he gave him this special treatment in front of everyone?
"I absolutely do not advise this!"
The Third Sister's shout snapped him out of his daydreams.
"Hmm?" Morval furrowed his brows, "Is there something else?"
"Look at the broadcasts yourself!!" The Third Sister quickly brought out several discs, and dozens of scenes appeared side by side before Morval.
At first, Morval frowned deeply at what he saw...
It was a massive space battle, but nothing unusual compared to the news coming from behind Lord Robin. Everyone in the Upper Layers now knows that Lord Robin is the one behind The Cradle and The Grave, so it's natural for them to attack regions in 98 and 102, targeting followers and sites affiliated with the two Behemoths, the Sorcerer and the Cursed.
Perhaps the Shadow Swords want to anger the Behemoth with those broadcasts, or—
"Hmm?" Morval narrowed his eyes slightly. "Those adjacent planets... is this the Sorcery Galaxy?" Then he raised his voice. "This attack is on the Sorcery Galaxy itself?!"
"Look over there!" The Third Sister pointed to the side. "This phenomenon in the images is also the Curse Galaxy."
"A simultaneous attack on two galaxies?!" Morval stood up slowly. "What are Lord Robin's followers trying to do? Has he gone mad? This attack will end in failure and retreat in both cases. Do they understand that this will anger Darvion and Zargul? But what's the point in the end if defeat is inevitable?"
Then he waved his hand. "Stop the promotion until I send Timari to contact Lord Robin and tell him about this farce. His adopted son intends to tarnish his reputation!"
"Big Brother," the woman waved her hand, and most of the broadcasts taken from all angles disappeared, leaving only two. "Focus here."
"....?!" Morval furrowed his brows tightly. "...Hedrick has come out of seclusion? And that girl... Renara from the Wing of Nine Tails? What are these two doing in the... oh... eh?"
Morval's eyes widened to their fullest. ".....No."
"Big Brother, what do you want to do?"
"..." Morval stared at the broadcasts for a full extra minute with his eyes wide open. "...Their limits removed."
"Excuse me?" the Third Sister asked.
"..." Morval pressed his head forcefully with both hands. "...Allow unconditional promotion and broadcasting for now, until I receive new orders regarding them."
*Bam* He then kicked his chair in anger, destroying it, before quickly leaving the room.
"....?" The Third Sister furrowed her brows as she watched her brother disappear into the distance. "That direction... Is he going to the Father?"