Chapter 2483

2483 - Forcing

Middle Sector 500 – Dreamer Galaxy

Today, like the entire past week, Lord Morval was not confined to his luminous domain where he spent most of his time, he was not at a colossal auction site, he was not at the soul training centers prepared for those above the Tenth Star.

He was not authoring soul books for his brothers and followers, or preparing schemes to destroy soul geniuses somewhere across the universe, or pinpointing the locations of Master Laws users…

Today, Morval was sitting amidst his followers, amidst the chaos.

He was in the live broadcast administration.

The place was fully illuminated as if they were at the heart of a star, but this time he was not alone as usual — he was surrounded by thousands of workers, all of them Soul Masters of four stars and above.

Before him were millions of pop-up windows, each one representing a specific live broadcast somewhere in the universe… There were those documenting their revenge by annihilating their wife's clan, and there were those broadcasting a potato stew recipe.

Dark and trivial matters happen here daily. Normally, there are hundreds of billions of Broadcasts, and people waste their time searching through them for something interesting, but today there were only a few million. Most of the sentient beings in the universe knew that no matter what they broadcast, they wouldn't be able to attract a single viewer to what they were doing.

Because of those ten massive floating screens in the center of the hall… they were the Footage transmitted by the Shadow Swords on the battlefield of Mid Sector 90.

Each one was broadcasting a different battle, each one had hundreds of billions of followers, unlike the rest.

Whoever was interested in the secrets of Note Vehicles would follow what was happening in the battle that would come to be known as the Ship Graveyard.

Whoever was interested in individual combat would follow the battles of the World Calamities and the extremely intense Nexus States.

Whoever was interested in soul affairs would follow the movements of the Burton Family's Soul Masters and their endless trump cards — and these in particular were being followed by the Soul Society itself.

Whoever was interested in the elite of the universe would follow the precise movements of the Behemoths and their followers among the other Law Dominators.

Whoever was interested in what the cosmic order would ultimately come to would watch all the screens while biting their fingers nervously.

And whoever wasn't interested in anything and just cheered for the sweet game, this place was for them too.

Everyone has their own remedy, and all tastes are available at the Shadow Swords for their seeker.

…His hands behind his back, Morval ignored the dense movements around him, the movements of thousands of Soul Masters and millions of screens in the background, and focused on those ten in particular.

"…Put a nomination on stream number seven, things are heating up there." Morval finally spoke.

"On it!!" A large number of his followers shouted and began working in various ways.

In a moment, notifications appeared to countless people, those already watching and those in other halls, to pay attention to stream number seven, and indeed most of them switched to it and watched.

In a moment, the views on the stream multiplied dozens of times.

"We're making massive profits… massive profits!!" One of Morval's brothers read the numbers and held his head.

The numbers were no longer countable or trackable by sight alone; there was a number composed of dozens of digits rising rapidly with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

The Soul Society was among the biggest winners in what was happening, if not the biggest of them all.

To watch the broadcast, all Soul Society headquarters are fully booked, so what does someone who wants to watch and is killed by curiosity do? Yes, they plant a Soul Seedling.

The number of seedlings planted in the heads of the universe's inhabitants reached an absurd number, each one paying a thousand pearls to get one, then paying again a fixed fee for every hour spent in the broadcast.

This is without mentioning any other profits being reaped from all those people through every other means available in the Society… the mere presence of the seedling in the heads of the unaware is a victory in itself.

"Hehe~" Morval showed a confident smile, "Lord Robin is undoubtedly our biggest business partner."

Even as he fights his sunless battle, even as he breathes his last breaths, he is still generating money for them!

"Lord Morval."

At that moment, a feminine voice came from behind him.

"Hmm?" Morval replied without turning around.

"There's another broadcast that started from someone tagged as a Shadow Sword, but we can't evaluate it."

"Can't evaluate it?" Morval finally turned around, "What is it missing?"

According to the protocol agreed upon between Soul Society and Theo, anything presented by the Shadow Swords is broadcast without review or restriction, promoted by all means, and then they are held accountable for it later.

Any broadcast of a Shadow Sword in a war like this is certainly something big…

Instead of ten screens, they would become eleven — that's a 10% additional gain!

"…First, Shadow Sword was only registered today and had a sapling planted in his head, and in the same hour he was branded by the other Shadow Swords and named one of them. The matter is extremely strange and surprising — it's not their habit to hand over broadcasts to a completely new individual like this." The woman explained.

"…." Morval furrowed his brow slightly. This was indeed strange — the Shadow Swords organization is far too conservative to make mistakes like this.

"Second…" The woman was puzzled, "The broadcast itself is strange and unimportant!"

"The Shadow Swords don't publish anything unimportant." Morval waved his tablet, "Show it."

"Understood." The mature woman nodded, then began writing codes in the air.

Then—

Kshhh

A small pop-up screen appeared in front of Morval.

And immediately his face paled…

It was the viewpoint of someone walking atop what appeared to be a peak surrounded by clouds — with every step he took, the clouds beneath him vanished in a fantastical scene.

In his line of sight was a Glass House crafted with care, and in front of that house sat a person whose head and golden hair were barely visible.

Morval had never seen him face to face before… but he immediately—

And the next word in the broadcast confirmed his deduction—

[…It has always been difficult to meet you, Your Excellency His Majesty Robin Burton, hehe~]

"Show this broadcast to everyone immediately and without offering any options!" Morval shouted, "Throw all the other broadcasts aside, all of them!!"