[Master, your judgnt was correct.]
"What happened?" Sunny asked, his focus snapping away from the exhilarating, ever-climbing number of his faith reserves.
[Master, Ragnok has broken through. He has ascended to the demigod realm. His breakthrough was tied to a concept he is calling the ’Law of the King’.]
"The Law of the King?" Sunny leaned forward, a current of genuine curiosity flowing through him. "Did he gain any new talents?"
[Yes, Master. A new innate talent with the potential to harm even a God, similar in concept to Sister Nova’s Charged Explosion.]
"Show ," Sunny commanded. ’Maybe I will copy this talent next ti,’ he thought, his gaze fixed on the description that materialized before him.
[Talent Na: King’s Authority]
[Grade: SS]
[Description: You can draw upon and wield the powers of any being under your rule, provided they have absolute loyalty in you. With a deeper understanding of the Law of the King, you can wield multiple powers simultaneously.]
"That’s... a truly aweso talent," Sunny breathed. The restrictions were imnse, requiring absolute loyalty, but the potential was boundless.
This wasn’t just a talent for fighting; it was the very definition of kingship; a power that grew not from one’s own strength, but from the collective will and loyalty of those who followed. His next choice for Skill-Resonance was decided.
"Give him full access to the demigod System Shop and the rits system," Sunny ordered. "But let him keep his lottery system as well. It has served him, and us, well."
With his champion’s ascension secured, Sunny turned his attention to his own operation. With a casual thought that would have bankrupted a lesser god for a thousand lifetis, he spent ten trillion faith points and brought his twelfth clone into existence.
The new being, a perfect copy of himself, bowed silently and was imdiately tasked with the most crucial long-term project: the comprehension of the Law of Manifestation.
Just as he settled back, another notification from Thea arrived.
[Master, Light Celestine is about to finish his teaching journey in Veridia. Should I open the portals for him to begin his work in the worlds of the other Gods?]
"Oh? Light," Sunny murmured. He focused his divine senses, his consciousness drifting down to Veridia, to a small, forgotten corner at the very edge of a continent, a place ti had seemingly left behind.
The village was nestled in a valley carved by a wide river, a place of wood, stone, and quiet strength.
Its buildings were sturdy huts made of dark, moss-covered timber and reinforced with smooth river rocks, smoke curling lazily from their thatched roofs.
In the center of the village stood a great long house, its entrance flanked by the skulls of massive, tusked beasts defeated by generations of hunters.
The air slled of woodsmoke, damp earth, and roasting at. This was a place of simple traditions and a deep, unshakable connection to the wild.
In a muddy pen near the village edge, a group of orc children were playing. Their laughter was a series of joyous grunts and squeals as they chased after a young, tusked boar-pup, a creature that looked like a furry, four-legged battering ram.
These boars were the village’s most prized companions; used for hauling lumber from the forest, guarding their hos, and, for the children, a source of endless, rough-and-tumble fun.
Watching over them was the village head, Tether. He was a mountain of an orc, his broad shoulders and powerful arms covered in faded tattoos of clan symbols.
But despite his intimidating size, his eyes were kind, and his movents were deliberate and gentle as he sharpened a hunting spear.
He was the village’s anchor, a leader whose strength was matched by his wisdom.
His daughter, a cute little girl nad Tiya, suddenly burst from their hut, her eyes wide. "Father! There’s a human outside the village! He said he wanted to talk to the village head!"
Tether’s brow furrowed in curiosity, not alarm. "Oh, really? Perhaps he is lost. I will go and help him." He set his spear aside and walked towards the village entrance. He imdiately saw it; a small, elegant wooden house that hadn’t been there that morning, standing in a clearing as if it had grown from the earth itself. He knew it belonged to the newcor and walked towards it.
He raised a heavy fist to knock, but before his knuckles could touch the wood, the door swung open on its own. Inside, a handso half-elf with a serene smile stood holding a tray with two steaming teacups.
"Welco to my humble abode, Village Head," Light said, placing the tray on a small table.
"Hello, young friend," Tether replied, his gaze warm and polite. In the unified and safe culture of Veridia, a stranger was not a threat, but a potential friend.
"Hello, Village Head," Light returned the greeting, getting straight to the point with the confidence he’d gained over eighty years. "I am a wandering teacher. I travel to the villages of Veridia that are disconnected from the great cities, helping them find their path."
He explained his mission: to check the talents of the youth and offer them the guidance needed to grow.
Tether’s kind eyes widened, a flicker of profound hope igniting within them. "Can you... can you really check the talents of our people?"
Thea’s system had connected their village to the wider world, but the ability to see one’s own status was a feature Sunny had deliberately withheld, a quiet act of grace to ensure that Light’s journey would be aningful.
For this isolated village, a teacher like Light was a miracle.
"Yes, I can," Light said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a smooth, glowing blue orb.
"A talent appraising ball?" Tether’s jaw dropped, his broad orcish mouth forming a perfect ’O’. This was a mythical object, a treasure he had only ever seen on the system’s news feeds.
He turned and bellowed, his voice echoing through the quiet village with a joy it hadn’t known in generations. "Everyone! Co to the square! A blessing has arrived!"
That day, the village of the quiet orcs beca a festival of joyous noise. The largest boars were roasted over a massive bonfire.
The sounds of children’s laughter mixed with the astonished gasps of their parents. Children who had only ever expected a life of hunting and gathering suddenly saw paths to becoming mages, blacksmiths, or alchemists laid out before them.
Elders, who had long resigned themselves to their village’s isolation, wept openly, their tears carving paths through the dust on their weathered faces.
In the center of it all, Light sat with the children, the blue ball glowing in his hands, a quiet, satisfied smile on his face as he unlocked the potential of a generation, his eighty-year journey in Veridia will finally be complete in a month.
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