"I… I can't believe it… they… they're real. All the Golden Rebirth Fruits are real," Reymon said as he confirmed with his senses.
His voice sounded like he had forgotten how to speak. "But… How did you get so many? Did you steal them from the Hall's vault?"
He narrowed his eyes, suspicion flashing in them. But within seconds, his expression changed again. He shook his head slowly, almost talking to himself.
"No… no, that's impossible. Even the Hall doesn't have this many. Including the ones I kept hidden, we don't even have eighty in total. There's no way anyone could produce this many in Sharang using normal means."
His breathing turned heavy, almost desperate, and his voice rose without him meaning to.
"How… How did you do this? Where did you get them?" he asked, stepping forward, eyes shaking like he was on the edge of losing control.
His gaze burned with a mixture of hope, greed, fear, and raw emotion — the kind seen in a dying man who suddenly glimpsed a cure.
