As Ash stood there with the Grand Cosmic Prodigy Convergence finally over, he couldn't help but smile.
How could he not?
He had come on a whim, invited by Layla—Lady Truth herself.
Yet that decision had brought countless rewards: system cores, physiques, new races, concepts—he'd copied them all.
It was also why his showcases during the events had been so over the top.
Without that flair, the affection he earned would've grown far too slowly for his taste.
Sure, his looks alone brought plenty, but acting decisively made it almost instant. Now, along with millions of aspects, he had gained millions of blank precept seeds… all waiting to be used.
His lovers and closest companions had shone brightest, their moments painted as literal portrait.
Nia devouring auras in waves of multicolored flames that shifted from obsidian black to euphoric crimson, consuming everything in obsessive hunger.
