"The young Lord seems lost again in the branches of the Chaos Tree."
"It appears the young Lord is grappling with feelings of inferiority, seeking solace in that tree."
"Why must Lady Astasia endure such unfo—"
"Spare us the details, we understand."
"I can hear all of you!"
Sitting in this colossal tree, casually chilling, and being labeled as sulking due to inferiority? Quite the imaginative bunch!
How can these Angels, working under my Mother, gossip telepathically? Aren't they loyal to her?
Turns out, many Angels in my Mother's quarters work neutrally, not pledging allegiance.
Aside from the option for Angels to submit to Higher Gods for a comfortable existence while still searching for the Lord they wish to serve, they can also join guilds or companies. Higher Gods then offer them roles as servants in their residences without requiring allegiance. Compensation comes in the form of Divine Currency—a golden coin containing a condensed tear of precious divinity produced by the Higher Gods in their respective worlds.
Consuming this tear enhances their divine powers and lifespan. Angels receive Divine Currency monthly, ensuring their survival in this arrangement.
The Divine Currency, a single condensed drop of divinity, holds little significance for higher gods, given that each world produces hundreds, if not thousands, of drops daily based on its followers and their devotion.
Established long ago by the old Gods, this golden coin, incorporating a single condensed drop of divinity from a world, was introduced by the God of an unknown name, the King of Kings, a mysterious and legendary figure in the realm. According to my Mother Astasia, this God of Gods with authority over all Kingdoms in the Heavenly Realm initiated the Divine Currency.
Upon its establishment, the Kingdom began taxing gods on their earned condensed drops of divinity. The Divine Currency's purpose is to enable gods or Angel Authorities to survive in the Heavenly Realm and provide angels with the time and choice to decide whether to serve a higher god. Angels can make ends meet with Divine Currency without submitting to a higher god.
With this purpose, higher gods find themselves obliged to pay angels for their services. Given that the Heavenly Realm is more solid and powerful than the mortal realm, a mason company consisting of angels is still needed to construct mansions.
At times, even higher gods must pay when staying in a city hotel. Moreover, the Divine Currency plays a crucial role in facilitating trade in the Heavenly Realm, involving the exchange of divine items, artifacts, divine fruits, divine beasts, and more.
Upon learning this information from my Mother Astasia, I couldn't help but ponder: even gods aren't exempt from tax payments, and angels have to cover their rent.
As I delved deeper into this world through my Mother's teachings, I realized that, despite being the realm of gods, it functions similarly to the mortal realm. Economic systems, trade, labor, and the existence of companies or guilds providing services, labor, and products are all part of this divine reality.
The information dump I received at the age of two shattered my expectations for the Heavenly Realm. I had envisioned a primitive way of living, where gods could claim any land they liked, but instead, they must purchase land and submit requests to the Kingdom management.
Sigh... My expectations crumbled. I once dreamed of growing up to collect goddesses like Zeus and living a carefree life. However, it turns out that in this world, one must go through the Kingdom's processes, and collecting "Pokemons" isn't as feasible when rejected by Kingdom management.
Anyway, I've spent two years in this world, and I believe it's time to inquire with my Mother about the development of my so-called Spirit.
Leaping from the tree, I walked toward the mansion, sensing the angels giving me narrowed glances.
'What have I done to you all, bastards?' I thought, maintaining a smile directed at those Angels with narrowed eyes.
Quickening my pace in the hall, I realized the mansion was extensive, and moving slowly would take a while to reach the other large section where my Mother resides.
As a grown boy, I have a separate section within my mother's mansion in this quarters.
After a while, I arrived where my Mother awaited. Upon entering, I found her with expectant eyes fixed on me.
Unsurprised by her anticipation, considering she was a higher deity, I smiled charmingly as she addressed me.
"My Son, Matthew... Have you come to ask if your Spirit has already taken shape?" she inquired, her charming smile evident.
I nodded, stating, "Yes, I've been wanting to ask... I wish to establish a connection with a world of mortals!"
"You seem quite excited, Matthew," my Mother commented with a smile, ruffling my blonde hair.
Smiling with closed eyes, I indulged in acting cute, and predictably, my Mother couldn't resist pinching my cheeks.
"But, Matthew, I must tell you that your Spirit has yet to take shape."
"Wah— I haven't?" I exclaimed in disappointment, initially expecting a test with crystal balls to gauge my talent and confirm the awakening of my spirit.
"Yes, but don't be too discouraged, my Son. I believe you'll shape your Spirit soon," my Mother reassured.
Initially uplifted by her words, I overheard her internal thoughts, 'Sigh... I'm truly worried. He's already two, yet he hasn't shaped his spirit.'
Are you genuinely assisting me, Mother? I pondered silently, refraining from asking as I understood my Mother didn't mean to dishearten me with her unintentionally audible thoughts.
"Matthew, you'll immediately know if you've shaped your Spirit when one day, you subconsciously materialize this..." My Mother spoke, opening her hand to reveal a transparent, majestic, pure white bird with proudly outspread wings.
"Wow! What's this, Mother?" I inquired in awe.
"This? It was my Spirit..."