Whoosh — the First Consciousness received the soul sphere, a clear flicker of surprise crossing his expression.
"Hm?"
He had originally assigned the Second, Third, and Fourth Consciousnesses a very specific task: to find ways to generate fast, immediate profit. By all reasonable expectations, the outcome should have been three solutions—no more, no less.
Yet here he was, holding a fourth soul sphere.
Had one of them gone beyond their assignment and produced something extra?
"Heh~"
After completing his inspection, Robin turned around at once, a strange, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He raised his voice and shouted toward the other Robins scattered throughout his soul domain, making sure every one of them could hear him clearly and unmistakably.
"Who thought of this?"
"Me!" The Third Consciousness raised a hand
"No it was me!" The Second Consciousness DIDN'T like this and felt like being roped
"I helped a little." The Fourth Consciousness said casually
