Klein no longer had the energy to comment on what the hell Lin Chuan meant by calling him "Ol' Creator."
The pressing issue now was figuring out how Lin Chuan could deliver such earth-shattering news as casually as taking a sip of sweet iced tea.
Helping a God who had been mad for a thousand years regain his sanity, becoming his Blessed-no, treating him as an equal partner...
Whatever else might be going on, Klein was becoming increasingly certain that Lin Chuan's so-called "loss of characteristics" was something he had wanted, rather than an accident.
Honestly, if Lin Chuan suddenly told me one day that he was becoming a God and wanted my help writing his holy scriptures, I wouldn't be remotely surprised...
Klein calmly accepted it all. After all, it had already happened. What else could he do? It wasn't as though he could do anything about it.
He was still far too weak. If this was information only an Angel was qualified to learn, how high a Sequence would he have to reach to help?
A Sequence One Archangel? Or... would he have to become a God to have any hope of going home?
Home...
Klein sighed inwardly, silently making up his mind:
Tomorrow, I'll tell the captain I want to become a Seer, then work hard to advance!
At that thought, he looked at the few cups of sweet iced tea on the table that he had originally decided not to drink.
-Claiming that he loved sweet iced tea and wanted to take some back to the company to share with his colleagues, Lin Chuan had bought a full forty cups.
But once they reached the Moretti Family's home, Benson and Melissa had taken one cup each, while Klein, worried about his weight, had stopped after three.