The instant those words left his mouth, his handsome face nearly twisted into the savage expression of someone being strangled.
No.
I'm a Preservation Follower, so Preservation is supposed to bless me?
What kind of ridiculous logic is that?
"Unfortunately, that's completely impossible."
After falling silent for about five seconds as if he had choked to death, Aventurine finally spoke to Russell.
"The Amber King has always rarely turned Its gaze upon mortals. I don't think I'm lucky enough to earn Its favor."
"You're making the matter of blessings far too complicated."
Seeing Aventurine's twisted expression, Russell shook his head.
Aeons were actually quite logical. They were not merely collections of abstract concepts.
Russell had already met two of them.
The reasons those two had paid attention to him were far too human.
Elation hoped to see changes in him that would bring Him pleasure.
Equilibrium, meanwhile, hoped to interrupt Nous's lock-on and see whether He could create another binary opposition, so that He could release His longtime-slumbering friend.
Saying They possessed only divinity was rather absurd.
"Gods are not born as gods. They may be brimming with divinity and faint in humanity, but that does not mean They have no humanity at all."
"The key to seeking a blessing is to please the god."
"What does the god hate? What does the god protect? What sort of future does the god desire? Figure those things out, and winning Their favor is not actually that difficult."
Speaking like someone with experience, Russell explained it to Aventurine.
"If the universe were a village, He would be the old man in that village who had lived through war—tough, stubborn, fixated on disasters of the past, always building fortifications that might be needed someday."
"If you want to get one or two pieces