Chapter 142: Ch 142 : True Beauty Pill
Zir’s announcement hit the Pantheon’s God Chat like a bolt of lightning. The digital space, usually a mix of strategic discussions and pleas for help, erupted into a wild, joyous festival.
"MAGIC AFFINITY?! FOR US?!"
"Is this real? I don’t have to rely on divine intervention for every little thing anymore?"
"105 million faith... I don’t have it now, but I will grind for it! This is the opportunity of a lifetime!"
While millions celebrated, one God in his private, isolated solar system was not celebrating. He was calculating.
Joker leaned back on his throne, a cynical but deeply impressed smirk on his face. He watched the registration numbers for the Magic Affinity blessing climb on his system panel, the count already soaring past ten million. He then pulled up the price Zir had announced: one hundred and five million faith points.
A slow whistle escaped his lips as his mind performed the breathtakingly large calculation. "Ten million registrations... at one hundred and five million a pop..." he murmured to the emptiness of his God space. "That’s... one quadrillion and fifty trillion... in gross revenue."
"Even if his profit margin is only one percent, he’s still clearing over a trillion faith from this single move." A genuine respect filled him. This wasn’t just a miracle; it was the single most successful product launch in the history of the multiverse.
"The man isn’t just a god," Joker mused, pulling up the registration page himself. "He’s a damn monopoly." He clicked the button to apply. Power was an investment, and today, God Cosmos was the only stock worth buying. He had his own methods for earning faith, but even he couldn’t pass up a guaranteed, permanent upgrade to his own potential..
Elsewhere, Strategist stood before a holographic map of the multiverse, his mind a whirlwind of possibilities. He saw a chessboard where every piece belonging to the Pantheon had just been granted the ability to move like a queen.
This wasn’t just a power-up for individual Gods; it was a fundamental strategic shift. A Pantheon where every member could cultivate their own mages, develop their own spells, and fuel their technology with mana was a civilization that would advance at an exponential rate.
Sunny hadn’t just given them a new weapon; he had fundamentally changed the rules of the game in their favor. With a calm, decisive click, he too registered.
And in his own quiet God space, Asura stood before the pulsating divine embryo he had recently purchased. He looked at his own hands, as if seeing them for the first time.
For a long time, they had been the hands of a God cursed to profit from evil. But now... now they could learn to weave spells of light, to create, to heal.
The Magic Affinity talent was more than just a new power; it was a path to redemption, a way to build his world on creation, not on the suffering his innate talent craved. With a heart full of profound, quiet gratitude, he registered, feeling like a pilgrim who had just been granted a sacred gift.
"Ten million registrations already," Sunny noted, the number displayed on Thea’s panel. His mind did the quick, thrilling math. "A five-million-point profit margin per God... that’s fifty trillion faith points right there." He thought of his other unique talents; Comprehension, Cloning, Intuition etc. The potential for profit was truly limitless.
He assigned the monumental task of bestowing the blessings to three of his clones. Then, with a wave of his hand and a surge of his Divine Command, he created a new subspace. "Let time in this realm be accelerated by ten thousand times," he decreed. The space, small as it was, warped to his will without a significant drain on his faith.
This would be the Realm of Blessings, a divine factory for mass-producing miracles. With three clones working around the clock in a realm where time flowed like a raging river, they could bless all ten million Gods in less than an hour.
"I am going to earn fifty trillion faith in a single hour?" Sunny mused. The income from selling Divine Embryos had been a temporary boom. This, however, was a sustainable, ever-growing enterprise.
While the Gods of the Pantheon celebrated, on the other side of the universe, a goddess seethed.
"That... Cosmos... is interesting," Kitsune purred, licking her lips with a predatory grace. She knew Thea’s system could be watching, so her words were deceptively calm, but her thoughts were a storm of jealous fury. ’Just you wait,’ she thought, her eyes burning with ambition. ’When I get my hands on all the SSS-Grade treasures, I will make you my personal slave.’
she was still jealous of the fact that he could have multiple DemiGods, while she can only have one.
Her patience had run out. She sent a sharp, mental command to her demigod. "Sparrow, do not wait any longer. Take the True Beauty Pill and deliver it to me. Then, go for the Pill of Life."
In the Realm of Advancement, Sparrow’s handsome face hardened with resolve. "Yes, Master." He shot from the shadows, a golden blur moving towards the glowing pill. But just as he was about to reach it, the very air around him solidified. A swirling vortex of wind trapped him, holding him suspended in place.
"Who are you?" a voice, like the whisper of a gale, echoed around him. From the wind itself, the formless demigod of ’Snatcher’ manifested.
"I am the demigod of the Goddess Kitsune," Sparrow declared. With a minor flex of his power, a wave of pure light erupted from his body, shattering the wind prison. The force of the blast sent the wind spirit demigod tumbling back through the air.
"Where do you think you are going?" Sparrow’s voice was cold. He raised a hand, and the very light of the realm bent to his will, forming a shimmering, inescapable cage around the spirit.
"Let go of me!" the wind spirit cried, sending a desperate prayer to its master. In his God space, Snatched sighed. He had known his demigod was outmatched. With a heavy heart, he initiated a video call to Kitsune.
"Snatcher, what do you need me for?" Kitsune’s voice was a mask of sweet, feigned innocence.
"Lady Kitsune," Snatcher began, forcing the humility into his voice. "Can you please ask your demigod to release my wind spirit?"
"Why should I?" she replied, her tone righteous. "I created him, but his life is his own. I do not command his every action."
Liar, Snatcher thought, but he kept his face calm. "Of course, Lady Kitsune. Your righteousness knows no bounds. Then, what does your demigod require for my demigod’s freedom?"
"Let me contact him," Kitsune said, pausing for a dramatic second before continuing. "He says he wants one billion cosmic points. And the help of your demigod in securing a few more SSS-Grade treasures."
I knew it, Snatcher thought, his heart sinking. He checked his reserves. "I only have one hundred million faith, which is one hundred million cosmic points. I cannot pay your demigod’s price," he said, his voice laced with desperation. "But I can accept the second request. My demigod will serve him."