A wide array of glowing, dynamic options materialized before Robin’s eyes, cascading down like a waterfall of information drawn from the deepest vaults of Soul Society’s archives. After a few seconds of thoughtful consideration, he reached out and selected one: Comprehensive Analysis – Soul Society Experts’ Report. Immediately, the space before him shimmered and coalesced into a structured report—a vast, scrolling document that seemed to float in midair like a sacred scripture unfolding in real time. not a native force bred from within the Nine Paths Empire. Their armor is unlike anything documented in the empire’s extensive armory records. Their combat styles are highly unorthodox, and their commanding officers wield laws and techniques that have never been observed among traditional Nine Paths cultivators or soldiers. They are all Rune Knight using Epic Gear. And perhaps most notably—they are all human.> Robin raised his eyebrows and gave a small nod of approval. "Four planets secured already, huh? Last I checked, we only had two... that’s some impressive progress. Not bad at all." The report continued, now shifting toward the conflict that had gripped the attention of every strategist and war enthusiast across the star systems. Robin leaned back slightly, his eyes glittering with a blend of pride and amusement. "So, the Frost Permanence Law still hasn’t been officially recognized as a merged law? Nice." A low chuckle escaped him as he clapped his hands lightly, clearly entertained. "Ahh, that little demoness got me good... I let her take Frost Permanence off my hands for an absolute bargain!" Then, as if second-guessing himself, he tilted his head and raised a single brow, mumbling to no one in particular, "Hmm... I wonder if calling her a ’little’ fits though.’" Robin simply gave a casual shrug, showing no real interest, and was just about to press the exit button on the interface. But something held him back. His eyes lingered on the search bar, hovering above it for a few seconds longer, as if some internal hesitation was keeping his finger from moving. Finally, with a resigned sigh and a faint smirk, he made his decision. "Ah, why not," he muttered, half to himself, and began to type. "Tsk~ as if that impatient brat would ever understand that she has to find allies in a hellhole !" Robin chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head with a wry grin. But then his expression shifted. His laughter faded halfway, his smile faltering... Wasn’t that the same path he had chosen once? "Hmm... three minutes left, huh? Is there anyone else left who might be worth wasting those on?" Robin murmured, rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly. Then suddenly, as a thought sparked in his mind, he snapped his fingers and began typing again: ’The Maizer Human Family.’ "Hm?" Robin raised a brow in slight surprise. Unlike the previous searches, there weren’t many entries or detailed updates this time. The results were sparse. He found only a few outdated pieces of information, and a single formal intelligence report dated a full decade ago. "Even affinity now has rankings from E to S?" Robin muttered, raising a curious eyebrow. Still, he recalled that anything above 90% was considered ’excellent affinity.’ Of course, someone with exactly 90% affinity was still leagues apart from one with a perfect 100%.