Two more years passed—
"Mmm~!" Robin stretched his arms wide to both sides, a look of pure satisfaction painting his face. He had just finished pleting yet another high-value order, this one worth 1.5 million pearls.
"Haah~ Alright... so, what’s still left ahead of me now?"
The fairy fluttered in a circle around Robin, watching him with wide, almost incredulous eyes.
Now that she had witnessed his efficiency and execution speed firsthand—how swiftly and precisely he pleted each task—it all seemed almost surreal, as if she were watching a dream unfold in front of her.
"Hmmm... this hall," Robin said, glancing around at the glowing walls and symbols carved into the air itself. "You mentioned it increases mental processing speed and sharpens concentration? It’s truly extraordinary. Honestly, it helped me more than I expected. Without it, I probably would’ve needed five and a half years, maybe more."
Robin nodded approvingly, then casually waved his hand. The work table in front of him shimmered for a moment—then vanished entirely.
"But I’m done here," he declared calmly.
The fairy tilted her head curiously, her wings flickering with a faint blue glow.
"I’m not postponing them," Robin said with a smirk. "I’m not doing them at all."
With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the thought entirely.
"I’ve already pleted all the high-tier missions—every one that paid over a million. Anything less than that is a waste of my time and energy. We’ll just let the others deal with those."
He laughed lightly, then opened his control panel—and smiled.
With the delivery of that last order, his account balance had finally updated, and now—at long last—it had jumped back up above 5 billion pearls!
In a strange twist of perception, Robin had begun to feel poor any time his wealth dipped below the five-billion mark—something that would’ve seemed ridiculous to his past self.
After all, when he first arrived in the Middle Belt with 50 million, he had felt like the richest man in the galaxy, as though the entire universe were at his fingertips.
"Any messages for me during these past few days?"
Robin navigated into his glowing message box, expecting to see a stream of updates and notices.
Instead, all he found were a handful of pending messages from some Lords.
"That’s... odd," he murmured.
Renara, Theo, and Hedrick... He sent messages to each—and that was five years ago. Since then, nothing.
No follow-ups. No new messages. No replies.
the fairy suggested gently, as if remembering something important.
"The news?"
Robin squinted suspiciously, then opened his eyes wide.
"What happened?"
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