Published at 19th of March 2026 6:32 am

Chapter 2064 Pathetic

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"Ugh~" Timari rubbed her cheek with visible irritation, her expression showing clear displeasure. "Fine, don't tell me anything. I suppose we'll all find out sooner or later, especially when Nihari's ascension happens anyway."

Then she lifted her hand and pointed toward the message list floating in the air. "So? Ready for the next one?"

"There are more messages?!" Robin ran his hand through his hair in disbelief, his eyes widening slightly. "...Who is it this time?"

He had already handed over the reins of power to his children and his followers. He had stepped away from direct rule, from management, from authority. So why did everyone in existence still keep coming to him as if he were the center of everything?!

"Hehe, I think you can guess who it is after your reply to Lord Damir."

Timari laughed softly, covering her mouth in a teasing gesture. Then she snapped her fingers, and a new translucent screen materialized before Robin's eyes:

<Greetings, Lord Human,>

The image showed a young man with silver-tinged human skin, elegant features, and two small horns rising from his head.

"Zaryon?"

Robin raised one eyebrow in mild surprise. This was the son of the Savage Behemoth Zavaros.

<We had a good beginning during that auction, Lord Human, when you humiliated Hedrick and his sister before the entire world. At that moment, I truly felt as if I had met an old friend.>

Zaryon spoke slowly, calmly, with measured confidence.

<To be honest, I still find the news that you are supporting them against us impossible to believe. I consider you far more intelligent than that, Lord Human.>

He paused briefly, then continued in the same composed tone:

<If the rumor is false, I ask that you confirm it directly. And if it is true... I sincerely ask you to reconsider. Hedrick does not deserve your support.> "Hehe.."

Robin let out a quiet, amused laugh and gestured toward the recording with two fingers.

"Look at them all. They speak gently, politely, calmly, as if we're old friends sitting at the same table. If they knew my location... if they knew they could kill me with a single strike... they wouldn't waste a second on diplomacy. They'd come immediately and attack without a word."

"Are you going to reply?"

Timari pointed toward the response button, her eyes shining with curiosity and excitement. It was obvious she was eager to hear what he would say this time.

Robin stared silently at the image of the silver-skinned young man for several long seconds, his expression unreadable. Then he spoke slowly: "...Do you have any information about his bloodline?"

"According to our sources," Timari replied calmly, folding her hands gently in front of her,

"and according to what the Savage Behemoth Zavaros himself has personally stated, this is the blood of a Young Space Beast."

She continued in a steady, informative tone:

"It is said that in the ancient past, Zavaros was still human, the son of a wealthy and influential family. One day, during his travels through distant systems aboard his private vessel, he discovered a massive mountain range on a remote planet. When he investigated it more closely, he realized that the enormous mountain chain was not natural at all."

"It was the remains of a Space Beast. A colossal corpse left behind from the battles of the Second Wave. A creature resembling a gigantic serpent, with two horns and multiple legs, vast beyond imagination."

"For some reason, the remains of the corpse had preserved its crystal core. And although that crystal had already exhausted all of its original energy, it was still radiating overwhelming power and a terrifying aura."

"Young Zavaros immediately thought of using it as a core energy stabilizer, a focal anchor for power. But he knew with absolute certainty that if he tried to use it directly, he would die without question. So he devised another method..." She paused slightly, then continued:

"He brought a race-upgrade device and injected himself with the blood of the Space Beast. His body transformed, becoming a hybrid between human and beast. After that, he used the crystal for the breakthrough process."

"It is said the process was extremely difficult. He failed many times in the trials of worthiness. He nearly died repeatedly from the pressure and aura of the crystal itself."

"But because of the blood affinity he had infused into himself, because of the transformation he underwent, he was finally able to endure it... And in the end, he succeeded - using the crystal to break through into a World Cataclysm." "Although the Savage Zavaros injected himself directly with the blood of the Space Beast, he astonishingly still retains a large portion of his human exterior," Timari explained in a calm, analytical tone, then gestured toward the image of Zaryon, her eyes narrowing as she emphasized the point. "However, his children as you can plainly see-are immediately recognizable as beings no longer human. The moment you look at them, it is clear they are not humans." "With each successive generation, they lose more and more of their human traits, drifting further from humanity, until some scholars and observers speculate that they might eventually evolve into an entirely separate race, something akin to the Treants or the Plague. Zavaros himself has not fathered children for some time, for precisely this reason. Rumor holds that the last girl he sired was massive in stature, and he personally killed her-he refused to risk producing more offspring that could carry these mutations."

Timari shifted her gaze toward Robin, her tone growing sterner. "He also monitors his lineage and his descendants with relentless scrutiny, eliminating any individual who exhibits non-human characteristics. Unfortunately, such incidents have become alarmingly frequent. Lord Zaryon himself had three children, each one malformed, monstrous, and ultimately executed..."

"The Savage Behemoth Zavaros lives in constant fear that his line will gradually degenerate into something entirely non-human, that his bloodline will end with him. Isn't it both tragic and ironic? A Behemoth, a figure of overwhelming power, unable to secure the survival of his own descendants."

"...I find it pathetic." Robin's eyes lingered on Zaryon's image for several long, contemplative seconds, his expression unchanging, almost cold.

Finally, he pressed the reply button:

<Yes, I support Hedrick.> Robin replied with decisive clarity. <But not against you; I harbor no personal grievance against your family. My opposition is reserved solely for the Cursed Behemoth, who stands as both my enemy and the enemy of my son's mother-in-law. It is regrettable that circumstances have positioned us on opposing sides, but such is the nature of life, complex, messy, and unyielding.>

He continued, <Personally, I have no desire to provoke a personal conflict with the Savage Behemoth's empire, and I highly doubt Lord Hedrick seeks such a dispute either. He is an enemy to his father, and your father despises the Destroyer Helmore just as fiercely-how does your anger with Hedrick factor into this? I believe this is something we can resolve diplomatically, through negotiation rather than confrontation.gt;

<And leaving that dilemma aside... why should we not expand trade between us anyway? I have many followers committed to the Second Cultivation Path, all of whom require high-quality beast blood, and no one is better positioned than you to supply it. I propose to purchase any quantity of blood you can produce at the prices you deem fair. This way, both sides gain profit, and we avoid unnecessary bloodshed.>

He gave a small, wry smile as he continued, <If you can identify any pathway for cooperation, where I can make full use of the blood from your beast gardens while you benefit from the innumerable Pearls I have, I am awaiting a response... A precise one.> He leaned forward slightly, voice firm and commanding: <Should you agree, I expect the first shipment to be a substantial batch of Kyumaji Nine-Tailed Fox blood, enough to fill a small lake if feasible- and a few bottles of Nine-Tailed Fox blood of Law Domination-level potency. One hundred bottles would make a suitable initial consignment. Set your price,

and I will pay it.>

Robin pressed -send-

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