CH903

“And another hundred done,” Ben muttered as more tiles of mana crystal were ensouled, making up the majority of his work for that day.

He’d started off by creating more rainbow mana crystal materializers, wanting to have more of the tools at the ready to keep up with his demand for all he’d needed to make. Not just wanting to create holders for souls designed to give faith to both Myriad and Helori, but himself as well. He was going to be a god one day after all, it would be better for him in the long run if he had some access to the power immediately rather than needing to win over believers and build up a church of his own.

With the result of that work being that one of his rings was nearly filled. With all of the power he held and his thought structure letting him improve his materializers, he wasn’t short in crystal in the end and connecting to the countless souls they held to teach them who to worship and how was even easier, taking only a fraction of his thoughts amidst the constant flow of creation that took place.

Which means from here, it’s tiling Myriad’s churches, Helori’s church when I go out to help her, and then either storing mine away or building a church for myself early and then filling it up but… Yeah, I’ll just store mine for now.

With how much he’d made meaning the first two goals wouldn’t be hard. He already had enough for Helori and as for his own god, he’d at least be able to get one branch covered that day and could likely get the Stonewall branch done too so long as it didn’t get too late. He’d still need to work on the Allfaith location in the future but despite it being the biggest one by far, he was confident it wouldn’t be too much work.

And with the day just about over, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get started.

“Abel, you mind walking Delair home?” He asked her through one of his clones, doing his best to guide as she and Delair finished up on making a sword together, barely getting a glance for his request.

“Can’t she do it herself?”

“Sure, but I’m more comfortable knowing there’s someone I can trust going with her,” Ben said, instantly brightening the girl for the display of faith. “She’s my apprentice so she’s my responsibility but I know I can count on you to look out for her.”

“You got it!”

“Ooh, in that case, stay to play a bit,” Delair told her. “You can wait with me till Ben picks you up!”

“I don’t need anyone to pick me up.”

“That’s what he and Thera do for Mora.”

“But unlike you two, I’m a respectable adult,” She said smugly, Delair politely not commenting and instead looking back at Ben while he held in his laughter.

“Abel, if you want to stay with Delair for a bit then feel free. I won’t be home for a few hours but Thera and Mora should both be back in maybe one so just come over whenever you’re done.”

“I could beat you in some games while you’re here.”

“You aren’t beating me in anything, short stuff. Just try and I’ll happily show you why I’m the best!”

“Have fun now,” Ben said as he waved the two off, watching Abel completely lose to Delair’s teasing as they went and leaving him to wait at the shop while the believers slowly made their way over.

With the demidemons looking like they had a secret, the news of Ben’s ascension was as exciting as it could be for a group that barely had the proper context to understand it while both Sachel and Toltho joined his side.

“It seems congratulations are in order,” Toltho laughed. “Never would I have suspected such a thing to even be possible yet here you stand before me. Would it be proper form to offer you a prayer?”

“Please don’t, I’m not actually a god yet so I can’t use the faith. More importantly, you think you guys will be able to actually keep it a secret?”

He hadn’t asked Myriad to place a covenant on them about it like he had to hide their race, such a thing would definitely be going too far but he still didn’t want word going around town to cause more chaos in their lives, with the other doing his best to reassure him.

“We’re good with our secrets, I don’t believe we’ll slip up but to be safe, we’ve made sure to keep the details for the children slimmer so there’d be less for them to say.”

“But does it even matter?” Sachel asked him. “Enough people in town already think you might be a god.”

“Yeah, but for unrelated reasons. I just don’t want to deal with the fallout of having it confirmed, too many expectations for my taste.”

“I feel like you already have a lot of expectations placed on you.”