Chapter 119: Ch 119 : Daddy is Rich
"So?" Sunny’s voice echoed in the silent, cosmic expanse of his God space, addressing the twenty-three demigods assembled before his throne. "Any wishes? Any modifications to your talents?" ’Your Daddy is loaded’, he thought, a flicker of human amusement hidden behind the inscrutable mask. He had a reputation to maintain, after all.
An absolute silence answered him. The demigods stood motionless, their heads bowed. It wasn’t fear that kept them quiet, but a profound, unwavering respect. To them, whatever their creator gave was a fortune, a gift to be cherished. They held no complaints, and their humility prevented them from being the first to ask for more.
Seeing their hesitation, Sunny let out a soft chuckle, the sound echoing in the vast hall. "You guys don’t like speaking? Should I take away your tongues then?" The joke, delivered with a lighthearted tone, finally broke the tension. A few of the demigods shifted, their stiff postures relaxing slightly.
In the end, it was Loki who broke the silence. With skin as thick as a dragon’s hide and a shamelessness that could reach the stars, he swaggered forward. "Master," he began with a dramatic flourish, "since you’re offering... could I perhaps get a talent for assassination?"
"Sure," Sunny replied instantly, relieved. He had been wondering how he was going to convince them to speak their minds. With Loki leading the charge, he knew the others would surely follow.
"You can learn it on your own, so why waste master’s resources?" a calm, firm voice interjected. It was Nova, the eldest, her tone that of a responsible older sister.
Loki turned to her with a theatrical pout. "Sister Nova, it’s not like I didn’t try! I practiced for years and only got a talent for using knives. It’s not the same as the art of assassination, like that elf Rina had. I liked her style of fighting." He then grinned mischievously and pointed a thumb toward the stoic guardian of the Netherworld. "I even asked her soul to teach me, but she outright refused. Brother Cerberus, you are not doing your job properly! Your prisoners are far too defiant."
"Master told me not to torture her soul," Cerberus rumbled, his voice like grinding stones, defending himself from Loki’s accusation. "It wouldn’t matter anyway. She is loyal to Kairos."
"Alright, alright, stop it," Sunny said, raising a hand. He gestured in the air, and as he willed it, a sliver of his colossal power, a thread of pure faith, detached from his being. It shimmered for a moment before sinking into Loki’s form, etching the art of the assassin directly into his soul.
Loki bowed deeply. "Thank you, Master!" He then immediately asked Thea to check the description of his new talent.
[Talent Name: Assassination Master]
[Grade: SS]
[Description: You are a master in the art of assassination. You know all the techniques related to stealth and hidden weapons.]
"Hehe, now my apostles can cause even more havoc in the demonic realm," Loki said to himself. He then turned back to Sunny, his face a mask of shameless hope. "Master, will you only be giving one talent per demigod today?"
Sunny facepalmed internally. With a sigh, he replied, "Wait in line, Loki. If you have anything else in mind, you can ask for it today."
The next to step forward was Umbra. She moved like a whisper, her request practical and direct. She asked for a modification to her buffing talent; the restriction of only two buffs at a time was a huge drawback. She wanted to increase the count to five, or perhaps more.
"Your thinking is good," Sunny said, considering her request. "But let me modify it a bit more." With a snap of his fingers and a small pulse of faith from his grand reserves, Umbra’s talent was rewritten.
[Talent Name: Buffer]
[Grade: SS]
[Description: You can buff anyone with any number of buffs. Each new buff will cost slightly more.]
The improvement was immense. The arbitrary limit was gone, replaced only by the cost of energy. Umbra bowed, her gratitude silent but deeply felt, and retreated back into the shadows.
Then came the Demigods of Life, Uranus and Gaia. "Master, can I ask for a talent for fighting? I am so bored of just sitting around, my soul aches for a good fight!" Uranus said, rubbing his hands together in excitement.
"That’s why you created those Valkyries!" Gaia scolded him, her expression like a disappointed wife. "Master, don’t listen to him. Please bestow upon us the talent to create new life." In her eyes, as demigods of life, their path should be one of peace and creation, not conflict.
"Well, as I said, one for everyone at a time," Sunny declared, an indulgent tone in his voice. His faith reserves ran deep enough to spoil his "children." "Since you are two... I will give you both a new talent."
With a flicker of his hands, two distinct streams of faith flowed forth, etching new powers into their shared souls. For Uranus, Sunny blessed him with his own Combat Master talent.
For Gaia, he granted a new ability called Aura of Life, which created a field around her where no lifeform could die of disease or old age. With a thought, she could even create new life like animals, plants, even mythical beings, though it would cost a large amount of mana. Gaia was ecstatic, her mind already filled with creatures from the comics and novels she had been reading in her free time.
One by one, the others came forward. Shenlong asked for a direct attack talent, and Sunny gave him Dragon Words, a power where a single spoken word could unleash immense magical force.
Mammon asked for Talent-Synthesizer, an ability to combine the thousands of talents he had already collected into something new and grand.
When it was finally Isiah’s turn, the wise demigod of knowledge stepped forward, and the hall fell silent. "Master," he said, his voice calm and ancient. "I do not wish for any talent for myself. I only wish that more people could be summoned to the Divine Library to gain the knowledge they need."
A slow, proud smirk formed on Sunny’s face, hidden behind his cosmic mask. He had been waiting for this. "I have been thinking about this as well," he replied. "But the number of apostles under you is still small. I didn’t order it earlier because I feared the responsibility would be too great." He leaned forward on his throne. "But if you are ready to take this on, then there are 5.5 billion worlds waiting for you to share your knowledge."