Published at 8th of January 2026 7:37 am

Chapter 1896 New warning

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"Your Majesty, you must enter the Soul Society immediately!!"

"...?" Robin frowned deeply, a trace of unease flashing across his face. "What happened, Harper? Did something happen to the children? Did one of them get hurt?"

"Your Majesty, many things have happened-too many, in fact. Every empire and every force under your banner is experiencing disturbances. If you wish, I can explain everything in detail, but-" Harper's eyes widened even more, urgency practically spilling from his voice. "You must enter the Soul Society first. The Supreme Sword has personally sent for you an extremely urgent message and is waiting for a response. When he found you offline, he ordered me to rush to you at once. Please, Your Majesty, you must enter immediately!!" "Alright, alright, I get it." Robin waved him off impatiently and shut the door in Harper's face-slam.

With a faint scowl, he returned to his seat and turned toward Arkalon. "If you need to return to the soul domain, or if something unexpected comes up, speak to the second, third, or fourth consciousness. They're all busy, but if it's something minor, they'll deal with it." Without waiting for a response or even checking Arkalon's expression- Robin closed his eyes at once.

Inside Robin's Soul domain-

Whoosh

Robin opened his eyes to a world overflowing with color and vitality. His soul domain resembled a living city, vast and self-contained, as if an entire civilization had taken root within his soul. It was a place completely detached from reality and its countless troubles-a sanctuary beyond consequence. Here, children laughed as they played with dragons without a hint of fear. Here, there were streets, homes, even a mayor and elections, as absurd as that sounded.

Yet today, Robin had not come to observe the city.

His gaze locked onto something else entirely.

At the outer edge of the city stood a solitary circular plant, strange and dignified, with a mirror embedded at its very center. Around it rose numerous transparent barriers-layers upon layers of shimmering walls, a bubble within a bubble, within another bubble, sealing it away from everything else.

Robin immediately stepped toward it, his pace measured but intent.

"Hey!" Neri suddenly appeared beside him. She looked like a young woman in her early twenties, her features calm and refined, maturity evident in her steady eyes. "It's been a long time since you sent a free consciousness here- especially your first one. Don't you think it's about time you stayed with us for a while?"

"Not now, Neri." Robin didn't even slow down. "Something's wrong. I need to enter the Soul Society."

"Then take me with you!" Neri quickened her steps to keep up. She glanced sideways and mischievously stuck out her tongue at Evergreen, who was being chased around in tears by a group of children not far away.

Robin, however, was already passing through the first protective bubble. It sealed itself behind him instantly, repairing any disturbance. He moved on to the second, then the third-progressing slowly and deliberately, allowing each barrier behind him enough time to fully heal before advancing further.

Only after passing through seven of these layered barriers-each one isolating the sapling completely from the rest of the spiritual domain-did Robin finally stop. His brows knitted together as he raised a hand and waved gently.

Ooom

A soft glow spread through the space. For a brief moment, a woman's silhouette shimmered, then the fairy Timari appeared, smiling brightly against a pristine white backdrop. "Lord Human!" She spun playfully in midair. "Would you like to use the miniature icons here, or shall I have your permission to pull you into the Hall of Meditation and Focus, like every other time?"

"Here is fine," Robin answered quickly, impatience slipping into his tone. "Show me the messages."

"At once." The white background behind Timari began to shift and ripple. "...Is everything alright?" Neri asked quietly from his side. "You look tense." "It doesn't seem that way" Robin replied, his voice low and serious. "Theo sending urgent messages is already unusual. Asking others to force me into the Soul Society is even worse. Theo is no longer a small figure-he has authority, manpower, and wealth enough to overturn entire sectors if he wishes. There's no reason for him to need me this urgently." His expression darkened, a heavy thought settling in his mind. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Neri asked, a clear trace of concern surfacing in her voice.

"..." Robin shook his head slowly. "Nothing"

The only possibility he could think of one that might drive Theo to act with such reckless urgency despite the overwhelming power and authority he now commanded- was that either Theo himself, or one of his brothers, one of Robin's own children, was in grave danger. Aside from that single scenario, there was nothing in existence that Theo couldn't deal with on his own.

...Could it be that those dreams-

Before his thoughts could spiral any further, Timari's voice cut in gently but firmly: "Please proceed. This is the message list."

"Alright then... let's see what Theo wants-" Robin lifted his hand to select a

message, but the moment his eyes scanned the list, his body stiffened, his breath catching in his chest.

The list didn't contain only the familiar names -Theo, Sahir, and Damir- as it always did.

This time, there were others.

Far too many others.

Just a single glance was enough to recognize several infamous code names: Lady of the Covenant // Cradle of Death // The Great Horned King // Lady of Headquarters-7 // Boogeyman's Fist.

"Boogeyman's Fist?!" Robin exclaimed, genuine disbelief flashing across his face. "Lord Human," Timari explained swiftly, sensing his reaction, "all of these individuals are personal acquaintances of the Sword-Theo-2. When they sent you messages, I judged it inappropriate to discard them into the non-essential inbox, so I displayed them here instead." She paused briefly, then added, "They are all recent messages. Only a few days separate them, but frankly... I believe you need to read every single one of them, and without delay." "....." Robin stared at Timari in silence. His expression remained perfectly neutral, almost lifeless-but beneath that calm surface, a furious fire was igniting within his chest.

After all that hollow talk about privacy, there was only one message he truly

heard:

We know everyone connected to you, directly or indirectly-and we read what

they send.

This had always been a point of deep irritation for Robin, a suspicion that had lingered in his mind for a very long time. The Soul Society claimed that all communications and meetings were fully encrypted, accessible only to the sender and recipient... yet he had never truly believed that promise. Not for a single moment.

Yes, the platform would encrypt and ignore the vast majority of messages- those belonging to the countless trillions of insignificant beings scattered across existence. What happened to them was beneath notice; the Soul Society simply didn't care.

But messags exchanged between the true symbols of the universe? Between figures capable of reshaping sectors with a single decision?

Those messages would be laid bare before them. And to assume they would refrain from reading them out of respect for usage regulations was nothing short of a joke.

That was precisely why Behemoths and other supreme entities only ever used the Soul Society for matters of no real importance. Every major power required its own private channels of communication-channels beyond the reach of any overseer.

Robin, Hedrick, and others like them could only hope that they still weren't important enough.

Unfortunately, Timari's words made one thing painfully clear.

He was.

A new danger alert.

"Thank you, Timari. I'll read them," Robin replied coldly, his tone stripped of warmth. "But first... show me Theo's message."

"Understood!" Timari waved her hand lightly.

The image of a handsome young man appeared, his eyes drowned in endless black-but this time, the calm composure he was known for was completely absent:

<A catastrophe has occurred. We are now in a direct confrontation with THE

Syndicate.>

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