An owner will die an owner.

Robin tilted his head back slightly, his face showing an expression of astonishment. He had asked that question to Pythor as a form of insult, never expecting him to take it seriously.

"You want a merged law technique that incorporates the minor Law of Corrosion? Do you even understand its value?" Robin chuckled, deliberately echoing Pythor's earlier words.

"Fine, I'll stand by my statement. I can create such a technique for you, but under one condition: dismantle the Great Serpent Empire and swear absolute loyalty to me for ten thousand years. Only then will I grant you the technique, and it will be yours alone, forbidden from being passed on to anyone else."

"....." Pythor stared into Robin's eyes for several long seconds. Finally, he leaned back against his throne and let out a deep sigh. "No deal. I'll hold onto what I have."