Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1315 1315: Soul Attire

”...Soul Creature Trading Hall?” Robin gasped in astonishment, his eyes widening as he swiftly opened that section from the interface. ”What is this...?”

Robinʼs brows knitted together tightly, eyes glowing with intrigue. His hands moved with feverish speed, navigating between the listings as if he were racing against time itself. Each new entry sent a jolt of excitement through his chest.

”Amazing...” he muttered, breath catching in his throat. ”Is Dreamer Morpheus the one behind all this? Is he the one selling these awesome soul creatures?”

the fairy replied with a proud smile.

She continued with a light, professional tone,

Robinʼs eyes suddenly flashed with intensity as he pointed at another listing.

”Wait... Thereʼs a Crocodile Lion Pride here! Seven hundred Soul Units in total?!”

He inhaled sharply, heart pounding. ”Damn it all... I want to buy every single one of these creatures!!”

For the first time in what felt like ages, a surge of raw, childlike excitement bloomed in his chest. Immediate reinforcement of his Soul Unit count — and a steady future stream from breeding or harvesting spiritual essence — what more could he possibly want? With the million pearls in his account, he could easily acquire everything needed to push himself to the mythical mark of one million Soul Units!

But then—

”Wait!” Neriʼs voice cut through the moment, and she came dashing toward him from behind. She gestured insistently toward the sprite. ”Why donʼt you ask her why everyone isnʼt doing this already?”

”Hmm?” Robin blinked, his enthusiasm pausing. Something clicked in his memory...

Even Renara — as reserved as she was — surely had access to immense wealth. A million pearls wouldnʼt be a stretch for someone like her. And yet, she had personally said that she only possessed 170,000 Soul Units. Why hadnʼt she just bought her way up like he was about to?

the sprite said with a warm smile, as if reading his thoughts.

She raised her index finger,

She then raised another finger,

Then, a third finger rose,

”Alright, alright — thatʼs enough.” Robin waved her off sharply, the tension showing clearly on his face. ”I donʼt need any more reasons.”

Sure, he could brush off the first issue. After all, with the Sun of Nihari by his side, she could empower even the weakest of creatures into formidable allies. But the second and third reasons... those were far more problematic.

Especially the third — the one that crushed his momentary dream. If these spirit creatures needed to be cultivated and refined slowly, then how were they any different from the fledgling soul orbs already floating behind him? What was the point?

If that was truly the case... then he might as well keep his pearls— and his hopes — to himself.

Robin exited the Soul Creature Exchange Hall without hesitation, his curiosity now piqued but far from satisfied. He continued to browse the remaining sections of the Soul Society slowly, savoring each discovery. ”Hmm? Life Partner Hall?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow as the name hovered in front of him.

The background of the mirror shifted, revealing a grand, radiant ballroom filled with elegantly dressed men and women. It looked like a wedding celebration in full bloom—gleaming chandeliers, floral arrangements, and flowing music. Every individual was dressed in their absolute best, flowers tucked into their lapels or pinned to their dresses. But what stood out most—none of them wore masks.

”Seriously? Weʼre doing this now?” Robin asked dryly, glancing toward the fairy floating beside the mirror.

she said with a radiant smile, her tone unshaken by Robinʼs skepticism.

Robin gave a short, dry laugh and shook his head. ”No thanks. Maybe in another life.”

He swiped the interface again, resuming his tour.

”Letʼs see… Simulation Hall... Challenge Hall... Meditation Hall... Shadow and Meditation Hall... Knowledge Archives... Soul Lineage Registry... Trade Exchange Hub... Hall of Seals and Techniques... Contract Chamber... Judiciary Hall... Grand Lobby... News Pavilion... Hall of—wait, How many are there?!”

The mirror unfurled row after row of names before his eyes—each hall with its own unique function, its own clientele, and its own mystery. The sheer size of it all was staggering.

”Heh... credit where itʼs due, nameless fairy,” Robin muttered with a smirk. ”This place really is enormous. No wonder itʼs said the Soul Society was woven together over tens of millions of years. A construct of such immense scale... thereʼs no way I could ever grasp all of it. Not in a lifetime. And time... thatʼs something I donʼt have much of.”

With a resigned shake of his head, Robin began to pull his hand away from the mirror, ready to close the interface and return to his tasks.

the sprite said, her voice soft yet insistent.

Before he could object, she quickly scrolled through the long list until the highlight settled on a hall titled: Soul Attire Hall.

Robinʼs brow rose slightly. ”Hmm? Whatʼs this? Something I need?” He tapped into the hallʼs options—and immediately understood.

Color. Fabric. Style. Armor. Cloaks. Light. Shadow.

The interface exploded with visual choices. Attire for soul avatars, fully customizable in both form and hue. Robes that sparkled with celestial patterns, cloaks of shadow that swallowed light, glowing armor sets that looked forged from dream essence itself.

the sprite explained with pride.

She pointed directly at Robin.

She motioned back toward the hall.

Robin was silent for several long seconds, eyes scanning the endless displays, until something caught his attention—a black-and-red cloak, sleek and ominous, with a deep hood that obscured the entire face, ”Ha! I know this one,” he chuckled, voice thick with nostalgia. ”Thatʼs the outfit of the Impatient Woman!”

He scrolled further and spotted another familiar design—this one radiated pure white light, encasing the projection in a brilliant, ethereal glow while preserving its shape. ”And this one too… Iʼve seen it before.”

He glanced down at the price.

”Two thousand energy pearls for the first purchase, and a hundred pearls per month? Thatʼs actually... pretty fair.” Robin scratched his chin in thought. ”Now... does the effect extend to my techniques and soul creatures too? Or is it just for manifestations?”

the sprite replied smoothly.

She motioned toward a corner of the hall.

With a grin slowly spreading across his face, Robin tilted his head left and right, cracking his neck.

”Ohhh... looks like Iʼm going to be here the rest of the night.”