Chapter 2493

2493 - Imbalance

On the surface of a nearby planet—

Marlik observed Robin's calmness after those explosive declarations… and somehow, he himself appeared calm.

He did not burst out laughing like his master Sevar, nor explode in anger like Intiras… he simply continued staring at his face coldly.

With a coldness and accumulated killing intent that made the area around him uninhabitable.

As the executive in charge of all the Syndicate's operations, he knew the magnitude of the stake Robin had just driven into his business.

The Syndicate is simply a giant farm.

The farm's owner is Sevar, its manager is Marlik, then come the employees with their levels—they are the rest of the Syndicate's criminals, whether from management or the lowliest member.

And of course, the cows and chickens are the universe's inhabitants.

The Syndicate's system is built for two goals: the first is destroying the universe's structure and weakening it on behalf of The Weaver, and the second is collecting as much Sealed Ancient Equipment as possible from previous Cycles, along with the greatest number of resources that could be of any value when the event begins.

The system operates astonishingly well under the cover of being an underground organization. The employees think they are safe forever under the Syndicate's umbrella, and the livestock think they will remain fine as long as they deliver the eggs.

But Robin had just told the employees that they were working without insurance and that they were heading toward actual death and would be disposed of at a certain time, and he tells the chickens that they will be roasted no matter how many eggs they provide, and to the cows that they will be slaughtered no matter how much milk they provide.

This is where the problems will begin… Why would the employee work, and why would the livestock comply?

They are all dead anyway.

This is exactly what Robin Burton just did.

As a manager of the Syndicate, he doesn't care about any other nonsense except how to get the Syndicate's interests running again after this disaster.

He looked like a calm person gazing toward Robin with drowsy eyes, that's because his mind was working at double speed, trying to gather all the means by which he could later refute Robin and repair what had been corrupted.

"…All you have to do is shut up now and keep eating that damned cake…"

On the edges of the star field—

Asterion opened his mouth, "So this… is the person you serve."

Asterion's eyes were unreadable, his eyebrows slightly raised and his heart beating a little faster than usual, apart from that no changes appeared on him.

"It is him." Arkail replied, standing at a distance of a few kilometers watching the broadcast as well.

After the news of the broadcast and Robin Burton's appearance spread, the fighting stopped in all battlefields, and without any orders, whenever the news reached the captain of one of the fleets, he would try to withdraw slowly, and in return, his enemy would also retreat to listen.

The same went for all the Law Dominators, Nexus States, and others — they were either watching a broadcast inside a vehicle or hiding inside one of the planets to enter the Soul Society themselves.

"I didn't know…" Asterion spoke slowly, "that your Lord was this good at lying, I almost believed it."

"Is that what you concluded from his words?" Arkail chuckled.

He didn't know many of the things Robin had just said, especially the matter of survival and what would happen after 100 million years of annihilation, but he was relieved when Robin said he would try to save everyone he could of his followers.

Perhaps Lord Robin couldn't save every cat and dog in his vast sectors, but he would certainly take with him the powerful Behemoth of Time who had helped him in his conquests!!

"Believe what you want." Arkail waved confidently, "The Lord said it — he doesn't want anything from anyone, nor does he want recognition from anyone, and he certainly isn't saying this to make you believe him."

"Are you trying to convince me that he doesn't know his words are being broadcast?!" Asterion raised his voice, then waved his hand as well, "Fine, let me swallow it and say that he truly doesn't know he's being recorded and doesn't intend to broadcast that poison that will bring chaos to the universe."

Then he raised his finger and pointed toward Robin, "Does what he says match what he does?"

"What do you mean?" Arkail asked in a deep voice.

"He says the Day of Judgment is inevitably coming and that the great ones are trying to save themselves, and that he himself is trying to save his followers, but he spends his time in invasion and war?" Then he raised his voice slightly, "How could invading Mid Sector 89 be beneficial to his survival?"

"…You don't know either, do you?" A small laugh escaped Asterion's mouth, "I noticed your expressions shifting a moment ago… some of what was said you hadn't heard before either." Then he shook his head, "Tsk tsk~ Just how far has your status fallen exactly, oh… oh Your Excellency the Behemoth?"

"Can't I say the same about you?" Arkail began stroking his beard, "When you do your duties and confirm that Lord Robin's words are true, how will that make you look, when you're being used by the Syndicate as a spearhead to stop Lord Robin?"

Then he laughed, "According to Lord Robin's words, he seeks to save you, and you fight because you want to die like an ignorant puppy on that day, haha, don't you see how ridiculous this is? You defend people who see you as something inevitably fleeting?"

"….." Asterion's eyes widened slightly.

That look he receives from Marlik… the look of transcendence, as if he is always annoyed, as if he is always speaking to a stupid child, that incomprehensible look…

What kind of annoyance is it, because he sees that he must carry out orders silently because he is inevitably dead?

"Shut up!" Asterion gripped his Scepter tighter, "It's clear that devil taught you his magic words, but this won't work on me, I won't fight for anyone, all I want is to protect my sector, and anyone who approaches it I will annihilate!!"

Then he laughed, "We'll die after 2.2 million years? Fine, I'll keep my sector until then, and I'll see what gets thrown at me at that time, let your Lord say what he says, not a word will come out of his mouth that will be capable of changing anything!"

Asterion's confidence reached the sky.

2.2 million years? Perhaps, just perhaps, Robin Burton's words are true…

He spoke at exactly the right time, then. He will conduct his research and contact the rest of the Behemoths, and they will plot something together. The remaining time is enough to verify the claim and confront it!

Then…

Robin continued speaking—