Daughter Fostered in the Palm of My Hand

The logic was sound.

But the reaction Ian's words provoked was honestly hard to describe.

Strange stood there with his mouth open, looking blank.

Thor scratched the back of his head, his face full of confusion.

Steve frowned, struggling to understand.

Peter Parker had completely frozen, with only one thought left in his head: So gods think about commercial monetization too? He felt as if his worldview had been twisted out of shape.

"Oh, right, right, one more thing." Ian suddenly remembered something. "Every figure has to come with a faith instruction card. It should introduce the Angel's origins, duties, legends, and how to obtain blessings by enshrining the figure—of course, the blessing won't necessarily happen, but the value of faith needs packaging."

As a capitalist of the new era, Ian understood very well that if someone wanted something, they had to give something in return. And this lottery-style return could minimize costs while also increasing the number of times people placed their hopes in him.

It was practically a guaranteed win.

As expected of a genius's world-shaking wisdom.

Unfortunately, because no one was quite sure what Ian was made of, everyone present failed to keep up with his train of thought.

Everyone went numb.

"As for licensing, let me think." Ian was still going. He looked at Strange. "I'm not too familiar with intellectual property law in this universe. Can you recommend a lawyer?"

Strange nodded mechanically. "I—I know someone—named Matt Murdock—

"He's Daredevil, and also a lawyer—"

"Good," Ian said. "Have him contact Obadiah."

Obadiah was already grinning from ear to ear.

He could already feel that he was going to get a share of the pie. Though he was a superhero, the scent of a businessman was still very strong on him. After Ian finished saying all