Sunny sat upon his throne, the silence of his palace a stark contrast to the chaotic roaring of the Gods outside.
He closed his eyes, letting his consciousness drift over the recent shifts in his empire.
The decision of copying Adam's First-Born talent had been a resounding success. It wasn't just a title; it was a key.
It had unlocked the potential of his body, allowing him to break through the bottleneck of S-Grade and ascend to SS-Grade in both Magic and Body Refining which may have taken a few more minutes otherwise.
But more importantly, it had unlocked the economy of his entire Pantheon.
The Talent Bank; the union of Mire and Yggdrasil was already generating faith at a rate that made his previous earnings look like pocket change.
The Gods were ravenous. They were lining up, millions of faith points in hand, desperate to inherit the powerful talents of their own creations.
And it was all possible because of that single, copied talent.
