The Soul Stone did not speak, but it was furious. It felt that it had been coerced—no one had ever dared to coerce it!
"Get to work."
Harry's urging made it feel even more aggrieved. This man appeared to have received help from those outer dimensions; he could even directly penetrate its interior and communicate with it.
Ever since the charge of "punitive forced labor after death" had been invented, Red Skull was the second person to be formally sentenced to this punishment.
That red-headed fellow had already been executed. His soul belonged to the Soul Stone, so he did not need to actually participate in the labor; only the right to dispose of his corpse had been handed over.
Yet the Stone could not be happy about it. It could control and shape every soul in the universe, and such a process devoid of drama simply could not please it.
It had no interest in such bland souls. What it wanted were suffering souls!
But there was no helping it; circumstances had forced its hand—damn free trade!
Red Skull's soul was completely dismantled, crushed, and absorbed into the miniature universe within the Stone. A brand-new soul was created and wholly bound to OIS's consciousness.
"...The transaction is complete."
As the Soul Stone's faint message announcing the task's completion arrived, the psychic equipment on OIS was fully activated—this AL now truly had a soul!
Psychic Energy began pumping through those previously empty pipelines. Even Leining cheered with delight—this hunk of metal could finally speak to him properly!
The creation of a soul was immensely profound, yet only profound—that was all. Harry discovered in astonishment that he truly could understand it.
Psychic Energy surged in his hands. Though he had only watched the process once, he was already on the verge