Middle Sector 99 — Inside the Hall of Meditation and Focus
"W– what…?" Robin abruptly cut himself off mid-sentence. The aggressive, irritated expression he had been wearing—born from his lingering frustration with the Soul Society—froze in place, then slowly melted into unmistakable shock.
<91,487,263,914>
"Wh… what is this number?" His voice dropped into a whisper, as if speaking louder might somehow make it more unreal. "What's happening? It hasn't— it hasn't even been five minutes since the announcement!!"
Robin pointed toward the profits field with trembling disbelief. "Could there be an error? A miscalculation? This can't possibly be happening—"
<92,842,176,509>
"Ahh…" Robin's mouth fell open completely. He could only stare, eyes fixed on the counter as it continued to climb at a terrifying, almost absurd speed. The numbers surged upward like a launched missile, and for once, he didn't even attempt to comment.
