Chapter 44 (1/2)

Vremya rummaged through the bag Pravos had given him. The fast-time world had been open for one day, and according to the god of justice, things went pretty well. The results were satisfactory too. The items he obtained couldn’t be bought with money. He put the bag down by the foot of the couch, treating the sack like a bag of dirty laundry rather than a bag of priceless treasures. He leaned back and stretched his feet out, resting them on the coffee table in front of him.

Karta eyed the bag of treasures, but she didn’t make a move to get out of her spot on the couch. “Anything nice in there?”

Vremya grunted. “Pretty nice. They’ll be useful for my system.”

Karta smacked her lips. “You’ve been working on that thing all day,” she said. “You really think it’ll be better than the ones that already exist? Gods have been playing with systems for eons. Everything good has already been done. You should read the post the god of math created. Theoretically, Dvizhen’s leveling system is the most efficient one when it comes to creating immortals.”

“And before Dvizhen created his system, there was another system that was the most efficient,” Vremya said and snorted. “There’s always progress. I’ve read that post you were talking about, and new things have popped up since the god of math wrote it.”

Karta shrugged. “For an old man, you’re surprisingly progressive.”

Vremya scratched his head. Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult? He wasn’t sure. Before he could respond, there was a whirring sound, and a letter cut through the air. It stopped in front of Vremya, floating just within reach. A furrow appeared on Vremya’s brow. Although he had relaxed his barrier because Kosmos had given up, that didn’t mean all the defenses in his world was gone, but the letter had made it past regardless. “For me?”

“Who’s it from?” Karta asked. Even though she was curious, she still wasn’t motivated enough to sit up from her spot. It was too dang comfy, and she didn’t even have to hustle anymore. Without any worries about money, she found herself becoming just a tiny bit more lazy. Of course, she wouldn’t admit it if anyone asked.

Vremya took the letter, and the furrow in his brow deepened even further. He had seen the wax symbol holding the paper shut once before. Dvizhen had worn a badge with the same exact image. Vremya created a small barrier around the envelope. Then, he put a barrier around his hands. After taking all the necessary precautions, he tore the paper open. A letter with formal-looking handwriting slid out. Vremya glanced at it. It wasn’t that long, only half a page at most. His eyes narrowed as he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash. “The council of primordial gods wants me to shut down my new business.”

Karta tilted her head. “Did they give a reason?”

“It breaks the balance of our current society,” Vremya said and rolled his eyes. “As if society was balanced in the first place.”

“Breaks the balance?” Karta snorted. “All primordial gods are broken.” She cleared her throat upon seeing Vremya stare at her. “I mean, look! Compare a primordial god to a snack god. The things they can do compared to the things we can do, it’s not even a comparison!”