"Control a part of the universe?" Shaddad scratched his head slowly, confusion clearly written across his face. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Heh~" Robin shook his head with visible disappointment, as though the answer should have been obvious from the start.
Despite Shaddad being hundreds of thousands of years old, he had spent the overwhelming majority of that vast lifespan buried in libraries and research halls, his mind occupied with nothing except refining and expanding the Body Cultivation Path.
Politics, authority, governance, the rise and fall of empires—none of these had ever crossed his mind in any meaningful way. Not once, in all his long years, had he bothered to learn how rulers think or how power spreads across a realm.
Robin cast a brief glance toward Jabba. "Explain it to him," he said before turning his glowing eyes back toward the volunteers and the changes spreading through their bodies.
