Chapter 1704: Chapter 1704 An offer

"Once every thooooooooousand years? You have a deal!" Jabba's eyes flew wide open in utter disbelief, a smile stretching from ear to ear until his cheeks almost trembled with excitement. His bright naïveté even made Robin's lips tug upward into a faint smile. When Robin first met Jabba, the man was around sixty years old, and at that time there were roughly forty-eight years left before the cataclysmic Nihari War. Then the curse befell him, freezing his body and consciousness right after the war that lasted about two grueling, blood-soaked years, leaving him frozen or unconscious for hundreds of years-years that cannot truly be counted toward his age because he never lived them. so it is fair to say Jabba's real age is around one hundred years! When someone who is a hundred years old -someone who fought, ruled, created wonders, built legacies, and lived a legendary life filled with triumphs and scars- hears that he only needs to create one technique every thousand years, then to him this is the most joyful, least burdensome promise he has ever been forced to take in his long saga of a life. It is something that feels almost laughable, nearly too easy. But. once he begins studying those three terrifying laws, he will understand just how badly he trapped himself, how heavy the burden actually is, and how deep this promise runs. He still had his head buried in his palms, shoulders slightly trembling, his expression shifting from shock, to terror, to deep, biting shame. Shock that someone could casually hand down items and knowledge of such immense, priceless value to a disciple-most masters would never hand something like this down even to their own blood, their own children. Terror that Jabba was told to choose any of them freely, and that even more layers, levels, and mysteries would be provided if needed-what was with this overwhelming confidence? What was with this monstrous generosity and pampering? And shame. shame cutting into his heart, because he knew with absolute certainty that such treatment, such warmth, would never be his, no matter how hard he tried. One application from a MASTER law every thousand years? Jabba will almost certainly never manage to achieve this rate, and big brother Robin likely knows this all too well. It is simply a clever way to make him feel he's on a sacred mission so he will give everything he has, and when he inevitably fails, he will probably receive a firm smack to the back of his head-motivating him to push harder, to chase growth, that's all. At the moment, Shaddad's face had become utterly pale and lifeless, eyes empty, as though his soul had stepped out of his body.