This was the power of connections.
Although being powerful yourself was certainly the best option, occasionally tending to your relationships as you grew, picking up a few more godfathers, godmothers, brothers, and sisters, and finding a few girlfriends was absolutely worth doing too.
Because life couldn't go smoothly forever. You would always run into problems you couldn't solve on your own.
And at times like those...
Good relationships proved their worth.
After all, you wouldn't want to kill the young ones only for a whole pack of their elders to show up and kill you.
You weren't the protagonist, after all.
If Lynn hadn't felt he was still young enough to spend a few more years fooling around, he wouldn't have minded producing a few hundred litters of all kinds of offspring. With endless generations of descendants, anyone who came after him would have to worry not just about his elders, but about his youngsters too.
For a moment...
The Underground Cavern once again fell into the silence of that terrifying equilibrium.
The Mother Tree of Desire stared deeply at him. In truth, she was already considering retreating. She had no bitter feud with this little fellow, and now that the God of Ten Thousand Machines had descended, her plan to control Silver Fantasy and use her to threaten the Mechanical Church had already fallen through.
Offending the whole bunch of Origins behind him just for that little bit of material in his hands...
Would absolutely cost her more than she gained.
But she still wanted to curse.
She really wanted to ask who the fuck had dumped such a dangerous handful into Curse City. With so many Origins behind him, couldn't even one of them come out and keep him in line?!
She shifted her gaze away from Lynn,