Chapter 2390

2390 - Eat

"...Examine me with your eye, tell me what you see." Robin opened his arms.

"What?!" Jabba jolted to his feet and took two steps back. "Forget it, have you forgotten what happened last time?!"

When Jabba first obtained the Eye of Truth in Greenland, he was thrilled with it and kept it permanently activated. Then, unintentionally, he raised his head and his eyes met Robin's golden ones.

At that moment, he felt a pain he still remembered to this day... He felt a hundred needles pierce his eye and then burrow into his brain to wreak havoc!

"Don't be a coward!" Robin shouted forcefully. "This time I won't activate the Golden Eye of Truth."

"...." Jabba looked down, grinding his teeth, then gathered his courage and raised his head to face Robin—this time staring at his stomach, not daring to lift his gaze any higher.

Then his eyes began to spin, and a torrent of numbers and letters started appearing in a bottomless vortex.

A small window then materialized beside Robin:

Name: Robin Peter Burton

Race: Mixed

Pure Humanity Ratio: 99.9999999995%

Ratio of—

*THUD*

Jabba collapsed, unconscious.

"....." Robin started scratching his hair at the sight, but he didn't rush to help.

Perhaps Jabba didn't see himself, but he saw everything... From the moment of activation, his body began to sweat and tremble, even his lips started losing moisture, until he finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

Robin, after a few seconds, gestured toward him and turned to Sakaar, "Did that little wretch try to tamper with something in my identity or what?"

"My lord, he begged you to leave him be." Sakaar shook his head, "Dealing with anything related to you always ends up this way."

"....." Robin sighed, then carried Jabba and seated him back in his chair, passing regular energy and life energy through his body, then left him there with his head tilted back and mouth open.

"Let him take his time; rushing to wake him will only harm him." Robin sat down as well and smiled toward Sakaar, "How are things?"

"...Excellent." Sakaar stopped paying attention to Jabba entirely, "Ready to receive your new orders."

"They will come." Robin smiled, "The orders will come without a doubt." Then he gestured toward him, "Tell me a little about the young Sector 101."

"There is not much to say, my lord. We did what you wanted, and we reached the result you desired." Sakaar spoke calmly, "We have forces spread across every star field in the young Sector 101. Of course, we don't have soldiers on every planet—they are too numerous to count—but there is no longer any major Planetary Empire there other than us, and no star field remains beyond our control."

Then he continued, "In doing so, our forces became an overwhelming power, gaining a vast number of experts. A mere World Calamity is no longer a measure for the Demon Emperors. Moreover, our organic vehicles began to evolve rapidly after the Shadow Swords obtained ideas and images from the ancient era of what the Abyss of Doom used to employ."

Then he added, "Brother Amon and the rest of the emperors cannot expand in the same way in my absence. I understand this, and I understand that you wanted to feed us well by granting us that sector, so I did my utmost to fulfill the orders. Now the army is ready for the next step—I even redeployed large numbers of them to Nihari to help protect it. Now you have two demon armies nearly equal in strength between the Galaxy and Sector 101."

Then he showed an ugly smile beneath the mask, "Any one of them can bring down any Millennium Empire you point at, and if you wish, point at any galaxy, and we will devour it for you."

"Great confidence, but you've said nothing and done nothing before, so I'll choose to trust your words as well." Robin smiled, and his eyes began to glow with gold, he started to see clearly what was beneath the armor.

There were several purple-black lines in several places on Sakaar's body, but there were three parallel lines on his chest, larger than the rest, looking at first glance like a claw strike.

When Robin saw this appearance, he asked seriously, "What's new with you physically?"

"There isn't much to say." Sakaar looked at his claws, "The blood of space beasts didn't make us stronger directly, it didn't raise our level, but it did other things... like giving us those strange scars whose purpose we don't know, and it makes us feel more satiated after each meal."

Then he looked at Robin, "There is... something else, I don't know if I can describe it well."

"Try." Robin nodded.

"Blood of Space Beasts doesn't increase our levels as I mentioned, but it gives me energy and strength during daily life and during combat. If one Demon takes a drop of Space Beast blood and another doesn't and only relies on human blood... the Demon who consumed Space Beast blood will undoubtedly win in a fight between the two."

"Hmm, so it gives you endurance and satiety—you can survive on it forever, but it won't make you stronger. Only human blood makes you stronger, right?" Robin asked.

"Correct." Sakaar nodded. "If we ignore the changes happening in our bodies, that explanation is perfect."

"Let's set aside the changes happening in your bodies for now—we'll talk about them shortly." Robin smiled. "I want to try just one thing. It'll be a bit painful, but you, Sakaar, will certainly survive."

"...At your command." Sakaar nodded. It was rare to hear such encouraging words, which made the level of difficulty clear.

"Good." Robin thrust his hand into the space beside him, and his arm vanished. Then he began pulling it back, drawing something out with it.

A black hand, complete up to the elbow.

Then, without any warning, Robin tossed it toward Sakaar with a smile: "Eat."