[Age of Light · Day Seven]
"I've been this alien planet's sun for seven days. Every living thing here owes me a base salary of 3,000 × 7 = 21,000 points.
Yes, Saint Manifestation Points.
At the shop's exchange rate, one Saint Manifestation Point is worth 100,000 credits. Add the cost of simulating an Emanator and all the other miscellaneous expenses, and that means they now owe me...
I can't be bothered to calculate it. I hope they can afford to pay me back after I deal with the Starquake."
The scratching of his pen stopped.
After finishing today's diary entry, Su Lin sighed soundlessly.
Soon, a confident smile touched his face, and he turned to the people waiting for him.
"I thought you would come knocking a few days ago." Su Lin smiled at the dozen or so Divine Descendants before him—old and young, men, women, and everyone in between.
"Welcome to the Church of Destiny. Unfortunately, its startup phase is over. We no longer need founding shareholders or strategic investors."
"My saintess, please bring our guests something hot to drink. They must be exhausted after traveling so far in this bitter cold."
A ceramic teapot and several cups dropped through a spatial rift onto the black solid-wood table. They clattered and rocked back and forth.
"I'm busy. Pour it yourself!"
Elaina, hard at work investigating what had been left behind on Buyan Island, hurriedly closed the rift.
Without changing expression, Su Lin snapped his fingers. Giovanni appeared at the summons and began serving tea. "Is black tea all right?"
"Thank you," said Berna, the white-bearded son of the Moon God. "Belobog."
"I am Otto Apocalypse," Su Lin reiterated.
"Otto, I didn't expect you to welcome us after all," Berna said with a sigh.
"Why wouldn't I?"
Su Lin