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Chapter 1391: The truth about the All-Seeing throughout history · Oct 05, 2026

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1351 Chapter 1351: Ending of the grand auction 2026-10-05
1352 Chapter 1352: Among the elite 2026-10-05
1353 Chapter 1353: The real problem 2026-10-05
1354 Chapter 1354: Tension 2026-10-05
1355 Chapter 1355: The Maizer Family Tragedy 2026-10-05
1356 Chapter 1356: Human nature 2026-10-05
1357 Chapter 1357: Next period plan 2026-10-05
1358 Chapter 1358: The Face of Tyranny-1 2026-10-05
1359 Chapter 1359: The Face of Tyranny-2 2026-10-05
1360 Chapter 1360: The Crazed Prime Minister 2026-10-05
1361 Chapter 1361: Syndicate of the— 2026-10-05
1362 Chapter 1362: Slave trade 2026-10-05
1363 Chapter 1363: Ideas for making profits 2026-10-05
1364 Chapter 1364: Sectors 99 and 101 2026-10-05
1365 Chapter 1365: Cowardly Nexus State 2026-10-05
1366 Chapter 1366: Good news 2026-10-05
1367 Chapter 1367: The last 5 billion 2026-10-05
1368 Chapter 1368: Set the record straight one last time 2026-10-05
1369 Chapter 1369: Farewell to Zaroon 2026-10-05
1370 Chapter 1370: Forbidden Conversation-1 2026-10-05
1371 Chapter 1371: Forbidden Conversation-2 2026-10-05
1372 Chapter 1372: Tension between the Allies-1 2026-10-05
1373 Chapter 1373: Tension between the Allies-2 2026-10-05
1374 Chapter 1374: Tension between the Allies-3 2026-10-05
1375 Chapter 1375: Tension between the Allies-4 2026-10-05
1376 Chapter 1376: Sakaar’s power 2026-10-05
1377 Chapter 1377: The Third Army’s Dream 2026-10-05
1378 Chapter 1378: lucky slaves 2026-10-05
1379 Chapter 1379: The Best-Friends Banquet 2026-10-05
1380 Chapter 1380: Leaders of the three Squads 2026-10-05
1381 Chapter 1381: The Guard’s Covenant 2026-10-05
1382 Chapter 1382: Invasion 2026-10-05
1383 Chapter 1383: Imperial Guard Against World Cataclysm 2026-10-05
1384 Chapter 1384: The guards’ preparations 2026-10-05
1385 Chapter 1385: Battling a Nexus State 2026-10-05
1386 Chapter 1386: Fate of a Multi-Empire 2026-10-05
1387 Chapter 1387: End of the universe 2026-10-05
1388 Chapter 1388: Fish food 2026-10-05
1389 Chapter 1389: The eye and the truth 2026-10-05
1390 Chapter 1390: The Thing 2026-10-05
1391 Chapter 1391: The truth about the All-Seeing throughout history 2026-10-05
1392 Chapter 1392: Way out 2026-10-05
1393 Chapter 1393: The Hidden hand 2026-10-05
1394 Chapter 1394: Heir 2026-10-05
1395 Chapter 1395: The Cosmic Elder 2026-10-05
1396 Chapter 1396: Personal Truth 2026-10-05
1397 Chapter 1397: The Eighth 2026-10-05
1398 Chapter 1398: The hypothesis of truth 2026-10-05
1399 Chapter 1399: End of the world? 2026-10-05
1400 Chapter 1400: Taking the step 2026-10-05

Chapter 1391: The truth about the All-Seeing throughout history

”...Aren’t you the one who knows more about that thing...

Oh, golden eyed one?”

Step. Step. Step.

Robin stumbled backward, panic overtaking reason. His breath hitched. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum.

He took several quick steps back, until his spine struck the rough bark of a lone palm tree.

His eyes were wide open, trembling, darting.

He looked like a man who had just seen death with a smile.

”What’s the matter?” the blind old man asked with venomous amusement.

”Is it really that shocking that I know where your Eye comes from?

Did you truly believe you were walking through the universe alone?”

He let out a dry, cruel laugh that crackled with scorn.

”The worst kind of arrogance is the belief that you know something no one else does.”

”I-it’s not like that. I just...”

Robin tried to speak, tried to sound like himself again—the composed emperor, the stoic cultivator, the brilliant researcher who had sold a martial art for billions...

But the words collapsed before reaching his lips.

He couldn’t find his voice. Not here. Not in front of this old man.

Because the old man hadn’t just acknowledged the golden Eye.

He had hinted at the origin.

And more than that... he’d all but declared that he knew the true nature of the danger behind it.

That thing Robin had only dared to whisper about in the corners of his thoughts.

Did he mean him?

Did he mean The All-Seeing god?

”It looks like your buddy didn’t share very much with you.”

The old man’s smile twisted—ugly, knowing.

”But that’s to be expected.

He didn’t share much with his other victims, either.”

”Victims...? You mean the candida—”

Robin’s throat locked.

He froze mid-word.

He had almost said it.

Almost called them by the name they shared—the ones who came before. The ones who had worn the golden marks and followed the missions, just as he had.

But he couldn’t say it.

He physically couldn’t.

The All-Seeing god ’s warning came back like a cold blade at his throat.

Never say a word about him. Do not draw attention. Do not invoke me.

It wasn’t just fear anymore—it was conditioned. It had rooted itself into his soul, into his instincts.

Even saying candidate now felt like setting fire to his own lungs.

”Hmm?”

The blind old man furrowed his brow, intrigued.

”You know about the candidates... but you can’t bring yourself to say the word?

So he told you some things... and then threatened you afterward, huh?”

He took a slow breath, something between wonder and disgust in his voice.

”Fascinating. Truly fascinating. I’ve never seen a case like yours before.”

Step by step, he walked forward again, his presence heavy—like gravity itself.

Until he was standing less than a foot away from Robin.

”So... what makes you so different?”

Robin swallowed hard. His throat felt like it had turned to dust.

”...What do you know about him?”

His voice was barely a whisper.

The old man let out a breath.

”So the threat reached deep, did it?”

He chuckled again, turning away and walking a few steps, almost leisurely now.

”Very well. I won’t push. I’ve no intention of breaking my new disciple on day one.”

Then, just before stopping, he spoke again—more sharply.

”Let’s start with the basics.

What name did he give you?”

He tilted his head slightly.

”Let me guess...

The All-Seeing, wasn’t it?”

”...”

Robin didn’t respond.

But his silence was a response.

His breath quickened. His pupils dilated.

His eyes trembled like the leaves in a storm.

And in that stillness, the old man saw everything.

”I’ll take that as confirmation.”

He smiled again—but now, the smile was more... curious. Like a man turning over a long-forgotten puzzle piece.

”You’re not the first, you know.

There have been others before you—fake Chosen of Truth with golden eyes who also mentioned The All-Seeing.

That’s the name he gave them.”

He raised a hand and counted with his fingers as he spoke.

”To the candidates of Causality, he called himself The All-Capable.

To the chosen of Identity, he became The All-Knowing.

To those aligned with Balance, he was The Harmonizer... and so on.”

His voice turned bitter.

”He made every single one of them believe he was the absolute peak—the perfect embodiment—of their Law.

That he alone held the truths they were meant to seek.

He promised them guidance. Purpose.

And in the end...?

He used them.”

”...Then what’s the truth?”

Robin’s voice trembled—quiet, hesitant, but desperate.

”What is he?”

The old man waved a hand, almost dismissively.

”The truth?”

He sighed.

”They were all correct.

He is The All-Seeing, to the Truth-bearers.

He is The All-Capable, to the candidates of Causality.

He is the peak—of everything.”

He turned slowly, his face now hollow and solemn.

”He holds the keys to every Master Law.

He sits just beyond the summit of each path, waiting.

Watching.

Calling.

Recruiting.”

Then he lowered his voice.

”You remember when I told you... that unlike Truth, all the other Master Laws had more than five wielders?”

He looked directly into Robin’s golden eyes.

”More than half of them came from the golden-limbed.

From those marked by him.

Candidates—sent by him—to carry out his will.”

”Only two of the Master Laws,” the old man said quietly, his voice thin as the wind, ”have never managed to send out candidates for.”

”A Chosen of Truth—a real one—

They cannot be taught, or handed the Law like a weapon.

They must earn it. as you probably know.”

He paused, then gave a heavy exhale—one that carried decades, maybe centuries, of observation.

”And of course... no one was ever sent from the Eighth Master Law.”

Then his tone grew bitter, almost mournful.

”But when I saw your abilities...

when I saw your golden eyes shimmer like molten truth...

I knew.

He found a way to seal a loophole.

I knew that the coming sixth Chosen of Truth has become one of his candidates.”

He shook his head with disappointment.

”What a tragedy. What a waste.”

Robin stood silent, though his heart thundered in his chest.

”...Who is he, exactly?”

The words escaped Robin almost involuntarily.

It wasn’t a revelation, not an admission of guilt or allegiance.

Just a simple question.

But one that had devoured him inside for as long as he could remember.

The old man raised his head slightly, as if listening to the universe itself.

”He is... who he claims to be,” he answered at last.

”Nearly every force of significance in this universe—any power with a history that spans millennia—has scraps about him.

Clues.

Fragmented records.

Shadows of shadows... scattered across the last hundred million years.”

His expression darkened.

”But all they truly know about him... comes from his candidates.

Their lips... were never entirely sealed.

Not all of them made it to the end.

Some died.

Some broke.

Some... whispered.”

”Pieces of his image filtered through the ages.

And he even allowed it—told them things, gave them names. Seven names, all fabricated.

But never his real one.

Never his purpose.”

Robin lowered his head, lost in thought.

He had spoken of The All-Seeing to his generals in the aftermath of the Greenland War—unfiltered.

He had revealed almost everything to Jabba.

Mila had even seen him with her own eyes.

And The All-Seeing? He never seemed to mind.

He had only ever spoken of his name.

Of the mission in Nihari.

Nothing more.

And it fit.

It all fit what the old man was saying.

”...Maybe he’s more than one,” Robin muttered, half to himself.

”Maybe The All-Seeing isn’t The All-Knowing. Maybe they’re different... competing... forces.”

The old man simply raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

”I doubt that.

I may never have seen him personally, but everyone who matters—all the great powers—agree it’s the same entity.”

His voice was firm now, like steel.

”His goals are consistent.

His selection process is always the same.

Everything matches—across eons.

There’s no room left for chance.”

He narrowed his eyes.

”And even if you were right...

then they’re not enemies.

They’re allies—parts of a greater design.

Because never once in recorded history have they interfered with each other.

No sabotage. No contradiction.

Only perfect harmony.”

He took a deep breath.

”Every mission they discovered—all of them—ultimately served the same cause.

And the candidates?

They are separated by hundreds of thousands—even millions—of years.

Yet the script never changes.

Not even slightly.”

Robin felt something leave him.

As if a breath he’d been holding for a century had finally exhaled.

The tension in his body broke like glass under pressure.

His knees almost gave out, and he leaned heavily against the tree behind him, hands limp at his sides.

He had known most of this.

He had felt it in his bones.

But hearing it aloud—from someone with no golden eyes, no divine title, no mission—

hearing it as a human being...

It broke something inside him.

And then—

A sudden spark in his thoughts.

A connection.

”...Wait.”

Robin lifted his head sharply.

Eyes locked onto the old man.

”You keep saying they say, they believe, they discovered.

You’re speaking in the tongue of millennial empires—like you’re quoting them.

But what about you?

What’s your place in all this?”

The old man grinned.

Not kindly.

Not mockingly.

But knowingly.

”Heh heh heh...”

He chuckled with the tired laughter of someone who’d already outlived a dozen wars.

He slowly turned his head to the sea, letting the wind kiss his blind face.

”Maybe...”

He said softly.

”Maybe I know a thing or two... more than I should.”

He raised his chin slightly.

”Everyone who knows about the Ancient Belt...

has at least some idea of what that being is trying to do.”

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