"...?" Robin furrowed his brows, the lines deepening slightly across his forehead as confusion crept in, and he turned his face toward the quill pen, studying it closely before repeating the direct order while pointing ahead with quiet insistence, "Seraphim, use the principles within these four runes to solve that dilemma. Now."

Silence lingered in the air, heavy and unmoving...

"...?" Robin’s confusion deepened into genuine disbelief. He had personally drawn these four truth runes using Seraphim from the very beginning, and at times even relied on other epic pens, those fragile ones that kept vanishing or shattering under the strain. So why was Seraphim refusing to act using them now? It was not as if they were unfamiliar concepts or newly introduced patterns.

"Wait..." Robin’s eyes opened a little wider, a flicker of realization forming, "Now that I think about it, every time I drew these runes, I was holding the pen in my own hand, carving them directly with full focus. You never actually assisted me in constructing them. The only help you ever provided was not breaking apart midway through the process."

He paused, then slowly raised a brow in astonishment, "...Could it be that you do not remember the details of the runes at all?!"

"...." The pen rotated slightly, as if deliberately looking away in quiet embarrassment, a subtle motion that only intensified Robin’s confusion rather than easing it...

Seraphim was capable of diving into Robin’s memories with precision, extracting the smallest fragments of information about any rune or concept, and then utilizing that data with flawless accuracy to generate solutions and accelerate even the most complex processes... and yet now it failed to recall runes it had supposedly written itself? Worse, it could not even retrieve them from Robin’s own memory?

After a few seconds of silent contemplation, Robin extended his hand and firmly grasped Seraphim. "It is fine, come here. I suppose everything has limits, even you."

"....." The pen trembled faintly within his grip, a mixture of irritation and wounded pride evident in its subtle vibration before it gradually settled into stillness.

Robin paid no mind to that reaction. He lifted his hand, preparing to draw something over that problematic spot, sketching a few patterns drawn from one of the runes that hovered faintly around him. But midway through the motion, he stopped. His hand lowered slowly, almost reluctantly, and he chose instead to simply observe...

What lay before him was a map that appeared overwhelmingly chaotic and impossibly complex, as if a thousand chickens had dipped their claws into ink and fought across its surface for hours without pause. Yet despite that apparent madness, Robin’s gaze remained calm, focused, and certain, clearly indicating that he understood every line, every intersection, every hidden implication within it.

That specific spot he was studying was one among many flaws within the human body’s energy transfer system. This particular issue revolved around the exact moment energy exited the energy core, a critical transition point that stood as one of the most complicated, yet paradoxically one of the most visible, problems within the entire system.

Then, after several long minutes of uninterrupted silence, Robin raised Seraphim once more and began to act...

He used it to erase that entire section completely, methodically wiping away every trace of the previous structure until nothing remained.

Once he finished, Robin did not rush forward. Instead, he stood there, staring around the cleared area for a long stretch of time, his mind clearly working through countless possibilities. Minutes turned into hours as he remained motionless.

During that time, Pitsu quietly finished preparing the hot drink and placed it beside Robin with care, then departed without a word to retrieve the flesh of space beasts from the far side of the planet. He had already begun preparing the meal by the time he returned, yet Robin neither moved nor reacted, not even a single blink acknowledging any of it.

And then, at last, Robin lifted Seraphim again, his movements steady and deliberate, and began redrawing that very spot...

This time, with a structure that was completely different, fundamentally altered from its original form, as though he had discarded the old logic entirely and replaced it with something far deeper and far more refined.

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Mid Sector 100 — Planet Originus

Inside a completely sealed hall, so tightly constructed it felt as though even the smallest particles of air were forbidden from escaping, Jabba sat upon a low seat before a small, precisely positioned table, with only a single individual seated across from him in that silent, controlled space.

"...I am confident that if the integration process between the five World Cataclysms is completed, it will result in a War Sovereignty Array -AKA Warlords- of truly immense and overwhelming power," Jabba pointed toward the blueprint laid out before him one final time, his finger tracing over key intersections, before lifting his gaze toward the man across from him, "What do you think, Klein?"

"...." The man before Jabba maintained his silence for several long moments, neither rushing nor reacting prematurely.

He was dark-skinned, with light hair that carried a faint sky-blue tint. His eyes were white like milk, with a tiny dot forming each pupil. His overall facial structure gave off a natural handsomeness, while the thick mustache resting above his lips added a distinctly strong and masculine presence. In this moment, however, those tiny dots within the eyes of that mutated human burned faintly with a soft, glowing green light, pulsing with quiet intensity.

This was the first Truth Chosen to join the Sky Opening institutions after the announcement of the Cosmic Elder, a third-grade Truth Chosen whose specialization lay deeply within the domain of arrays.

Klein continued to observe the astonishing design before him in silence, his gaze moving methodically across each line and symbol, before finally nodding, "Impressive. As expected from a disciple of Lord Human, this preliminary design has the potential to completely rewrite everything wars understand about War Sovereignty Arrays. Truly remarkable, especially considering you are still only at the first stage of truth."

"...." The veins on Jabba’s forehead twisted slightly as he forced a restrained smile, "Yes, you have told me that many times already. Thank you."

"The initial concept is solid," Klein nodded again, his tone measured and analytical, "Reducing the burden placed on Combat Emperors by establishing multiple focal points, and allowing all of them to function freely instead of binding everything to a single core... this approach carries real potential." He paused briefly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction, "...but for now, it remains nothing more than ink on paper."

War Sovereignty Arrays across the entire universe had long stagnated at the level of a Martial Emperor. They stood as the most powerful tools available to smaller empires and those seeking to impose control over populations, yet they were even more commonly utilized within massive quarries and large industrial workshops, where wealthy factions used them to transport heavy materials with far greater efficiency.

Countless minds had, without a doubt, explored ways to push them further, to break past their limits and evolve them into something greater. Yet none of those ideas had ever successfully manifested into reality, leaving these arrays frozen in their current state across the ages.

"That is precisely why I am here," Jabba spoke with firm seriousness, his voice carrying weight, "The concept is in your hands, the framework is laid out before you, along with detailed suggestions drawn from my experience with the war arrays constructed by the Master... the rest depends entirely on you." Then he reached out and gave Klein’s shoulder a firm, confident pat, "As a third-stage Truth Chosen who specializes in arrays, I do not believe filling in the remaining gaps will pose any real challenge to you. What do you think?"

"....." Klein lowered his gaze to the designs once more, this time examining them with even greater precision, before lifting the stack and slowly flipping through the pages, one after another, his expression unreadable yet intensely focused.

After several minutes of careful inspection, he placed the designs back onto the table and raised his eyes to meet Jabba’s directly, "I will complete the remaining portions of the array... but I want an open budget."

"You shall have it." Jabba clapped once with a wide, satisfied smile, rising to his feet as he extended his hand forward, "Completing this array will undoubtedly mark a turning point in both of our histories."

"...." Klein nodded a few times, then stood and reached out to shake Jabba’s hand, his grip steady, "You have a sharp mind, even if you are—"

"Even if I am only a first-stage Truth Chosen, I know." Jabba cut him off, suppressing the irritation that flickered briefly within him, before gesturing calmly toward the door. "Very well. You may begin starting today. Any project you are currently involved in can be placed on hold for the time being."

Then he revealed a broad smile and tilted his head upward slightly, as if gazing upon the unseen presence of someone important, his voice lowering with a hint of anticipation, "...The War Sovereignty Array will be the next great surprise!"