"Exhausted? No, Lord Demon King. It seems that during your studies in the Academic State, you didn't come into contact with the core secrets of the Soul School."
Upon hearing this concern filled with "small-time mentality," Marinus couldn't help but smile gently, though his affable demeanor didn't change much.
"If souls truly were unchanging things, all races would have birthed as many children as they could in the past millennium, leaving no room for us to waste."
He wasn't surprised that Mr. Colin would think this way, as it was the most classic myth from the First Epoch—that souls are eternal and unchanging.
In reality, it's not so.
It is inexhaustible.
Without waiting for the Demon King to ask, Marinus raised his hand, his withered fingers pointing towards the brilliant night sky, as if to grasp all the stars scattered across it.
"Souls have never been crops grown from the earth, but projections from billions of stars, a gift from the vast Star Sea!"
