Lord of the Truth Chapter 1303 1303: Human

Robin's eyes widened to their absolute limit—and stayed that way ever since he heard the phrase: "A hundred times the reward."

What did that even mean?

Instead of the reward being a modest one thousand pearls... it could be one hundred thousand?

There were people out there, somewhere, willing to pay such obscene amounts just to have their problem solved?

But his shock quickly gave way to recollection—his absurd registry number. That impossible sequence that branded him as user number 88,546,258,753,147,852. If even a single thousand among those 88 quadrillion users submitted just one request each to the so-called Chamber of Truth… it would remain flooded forever. The chamber would never be empty,

And as for the 10% mission instead of 25%? Was that supposed to make him feel honored? Respected?

Because 10% of a reward multiplied by a hundred was still much more than 25% of the usual rate. It was a genius move—efficient exploitation for the Chosens of Truth wrapped in a silk glove. At least they pretended to care.

Pretending, sometimes, was enough.

But Robin knew better.

That so-called "special treatment" wasn't merely out of respect for his title as a Truth Chosen—it was strategy.

He, and those like him, were tools of influence. Living lighthouses. Just by existing within the Soul Society, they added weight. Meaning. Intrigue.

Simply including the option to submit a problem directly to a Truth Chosen gave problems status and prestige. It sent a message:

This matter is worthy of higher judgment.

It was no different from a man seeking to locate someone—finding only amateur trackers—until he was suddenly offered a chance to employ a practitioner of the Master Law of Causality.

That alone would make most people forget the price. When Master Laws appeared, all discussions of currency became... irrelevant.

And yet... despite all that, they apparently still had to pay high entry fees like everyone else.

"Seems like the Dreamer Morpheus is a master when it es to business..." Robin muttered under his breath, a reluctant smile curling on his face—like a blade forced to bend.

the fairy replied with a mysterious glimmer in her crystalline eyes, her smile unnervingly serene.

"…Yeah, I bet it is," Robin exhaled, before shifting the subject. "Say… is there any way I can conceal my identity when I deal with others in this place?"

the sprite nodded, her four wings fluttering in unison.