CHAPTER 87: CH 87 : THE CONVERTOR

In Zir’s world, a world of ancient, vibrant magic, the demigod was not a creature of flesh and blood, but a being of immense, unmoving power.

It was the World Tree, a colossal, living monument whose roots burrowed deep into the planet’s core, and whose branches scraped the heavens.

Its consciousness was so vast that it felt less like a mind and more like the heartbeat of the world itself.

This demigod was a silent protector, its presence a shield that warded off any demonic incursion.

Any demon fool enough to attack Zir’s world would not face a sword or a spell, but the full, devastating force of a planet’s will.

"You never mentioned your world was this good," Sunny said, his voice a genuine whisper of awe.

He was not joking.

Zir’s world was a marvel of cosmic synergy, a perfect, self-sustaining ecosystem where every part worked in harmony.

The two races were a perfect example.

The elves, born from the very mana veins of the World Tree, were masters of magic.

Their understanding and use of mana were top-tier, a natural extension of their being.

The mermaids, born from the oceans, were their perfect complement.

A single tear from a mermaid could upgrade any magical talent by one grade, a priceless commodity that they traded with the elves.

It was a partnership of immense power, a symbiotic relationship that made Zir’s world a bastion of magical might.

"Thanks, boss," Zir said, his voice filled with a hint of coquettish pride.

After discussing many things about their worlds, Sunny came to the reason for his call.

"Do you want to implement the concept of heaven and hell into your world?"

Zir was momentarily stunned. He immediately understood why Sunny was questioning him about the evildoers in his world.

He thought for a second, the implications of such a system rippling through his consciousness.

"How so, boss?" he asked, his voice in a hushed tone.

He didn’t want to offend Sunny by questioning him, but this was a thing that would affect his entire world, and Zir, as a God, had every right to know this.

Sunny told Zir all about the demigods of life and death, Uranus, Gaia, and Cerberus.

He explained their roles in maintaining the balance of life and death, and how they would handle the souls of the righteous and the wicked.

"Okay, boss, I understand now. Is there a fee for such a wonderful privilege?" Zir said, a wide, playful grin on his face.

In their friends’ circle, Sunny was quite famous for his money-making skills.

He charged faith for everything he offered, so Zir was currently making a joke of Sunny.

"No, no, it was free initially, but not anymore for you, Zir. If you want this, you will have to pay a hundred thousand faith daily," Sunny said in a calm and authoritative voice, his face unreadable.

"Boss, I was just joking. Please, Boss!" Zir pleaded, his playful tone gone.

He knew a hundred thousand faith daily was a large sum for him.

After a few seconds, Sunny laughed aloud and looked at Zir smugly.

Zir immediately knew that Sunny was pulling his leg.

He sighed in relief and then said, "But how can the apostles of your demigods reach my world?"

"Don’t worry about it, just spread this news with the other Gods in the Alliance," Sunny ordered Zir, and then cut off the call after a few minutes of talk.

He asked Thea to connect heaven and hell to the worlds of the Gods who would agree to Sunny’s proposal.

The vision behind this project was simple: the more souls there were in heaven and hell, the more talents Sunny could find.

And at the same time, he could earn faith from the souls of these life forms.

Just as Sunny was giggling at the thought of his success, Thea’s melodious voice sounded in his ears, a new, exciting message.

[Master, I have found an overpowered talent among the life forms of a God]

"Oh, for you to praise it this much, I have high hopes for such a talent," Sunny said, his voice filled with anticipation.

Immediately, a system display opened in front of Sunny, showing a newborn child with his attributes.

[Name: unnamed

Profession: none

Talents: Convertor (A-Grade), Magic Affinity (C-Grade), mana Reservoir (C-Grade)]

Sunny’s eyes opened wide as he clicked on the talent of Convertor.

[Talent Name: Convertor

Grade: A

Description: Can convert any item below the grade of S to mana. The excessive mana will help you break through.]

On the surface, the talent seemed good but not amazing.

But for Sunny, who could evolve any talent he copied, the possibilities were endless.

A mundane A-Grade talent in the hands of a God was not a simple tool; it was a key.

With this talent, he was sure he could evolve it into a talent that can get faith from the items he converts.

"Truly a talent worthy of your praise," Sunny said, a genuine smile on his face.

"Bind System number 459 to him, and help him reach his potential as fast as possible, then create a portal to teleport him here," Sunny ordered Thea. "With me here, he will not have to worry about his limits." Sunny’s voice was filled with a full confidence that was palpable.

[You are truly great, Master. I was thinking of ways to earn faith from the other Gods, while you thought of recruiting such a talent]

"Earn faith!?" Sunny’s ears perked up, a thought so profound that it made his mind go blank for a second.

He knew he couldn’t ask Thea about the way to earn faith points, because Thea had just praised him for something he didn’t even know.

If he asked her, his image as a God would become a joke among the demigods.

He used a spell for enhancing his brain’s thinking process by a hundred times.

Immediately, his thoughts started wandering towards all the possibilities of earning faith from this talent.

In just two seconds, he placed his hand on the forehead of the projection of Thea, and with a thought and a flow of faith points, Thea gained a large amount of knowledge.

This knowledge was quickly digested by the countless particles and Omni-Cognition of Thea.

Sunny felt the loss of another eight billion faith points, a hit that would have crippled any other God.

He heaved a sigh. "I hope I recover these faith points soon," he said, the sentiment filled with a tired amusement.