Chapter 2518

2518 - An Incomprehensible Friendship

"…." The All-seeing God opened his eyes to look into the eyes of the newcomer, a small, captivating smile appearing on his face. "You look beautiful as always, O Giver."

The woman standing before him seemed as though she had stepped out of a painting that the people of the sanctuary had gathered to create.

She was a young human with a calm and awe-inspiring beauty, her features soft yet with a clear measure of pride and confidence visible in them. Her face was very fair and clear, slightly thin, with a delicate jaw, a straight nose, and small lips whose color brimmed with vitality. Her eyes were slightly narrow with a relaxed gaze.

Perhaps what distinguished her most was her orange hair, close to copper—very long and thick with interwoven strands and luminous tips, adorned with a precise arrangement of stunning metallic leaves and irregular branches that blended through her hair as though it were their ground… As for her dress, it was long and magnificent, its colors alternating between ivory, orange, and black, its patterns shifting slowly and visibly as though the dress itself were alive.

That girl tilted her head just slightly. "Not more beautiful than you."

The person seated before her was no less beautiful than she—and that was no mere compliment.

He was a young man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with extremely pale, clear skin and delicate features free of coarseness, as though he had never seen a single bad day in his life. His jaw was defined without being broad, and a faint curve rested on his lips—unclear whether it was a smile or simply their natural shape.

He wore luxurious clothes that seemed made from the finest silk, their color shifting between gold, white, and black. The layers of fabric were loose and overlapping, and the collar sat relatively high, giving him a formal air even in his relaxed posture. His hair was a pale blond closer to silver than gold, soft and relatively long.

His eyes were his most distinctive feature—narrow and calm, naturally golden, with a heavy, languid gaze, as though whoever stood before him possessed nothing that could surprise him, as though he saw them stripped bare as the day they were born. They burned with intelligence, calm, and danger all at once.

The first impression of anyone who saw him would not be that he was evil or good, but everything about him—especially his gaze and the slight lift of his chin—gave the impression of extreme arrogance and confidence, with it being impossible to guess what was going on in his head.

"This is kind of you." The All-seeing God's smile widened slightly and gestured for her to sit. "Regarding your question about the right time to rest… is your visit about the session?" Then he returned to resting his hand on his thigh. "There is still some time before the Arbiters convene."

"Not that," the Giver sat directly on the ground.

Beneath this beautiful grass and flowers there is no soil to pollute them, nor small insects walking upon them or fearing being crushed. One who sits upon them has nothing but comfort and the pleasant sensation from the edges of that grass and those flowers that pump soothing Energy throughout the day.

After leaning her body on her left arm, she turned over her shoulder toward the All-seeing God. "It's about what's happening in B-14 at the moment."

"And what exactly is happening in B-14?" the All-seeing God asked heavily while contemplating the infinite ground before him.

"Don't treat me this way, All-seeing God," the Giver furrowed her brows slightly. "I'm nearly your only friend at the moment."

"Hehe~" The All-seeing God let a small laugh escape. "A very late friendship, but I'm grateful."

The Giver, founder of Soul Society through which she invades all the universes participating in The cycles.

Openly, she takes the permission of the owners of the universes at the beginning of every cycle before entering the universe and beginning to expand. For the Transcendents, the existence of the Soul Society will expand trade and innovation, accelerate and contribute to moving their cycles for the better.

As for the Transcendents whom the Giver cannot trifle with, she takes a certain rent from them in exchange for her services. The rent comes in the form of one Transcendence Seal every ten cycles of the Soul Society's contributions… meaning one Seal per billion years of work.

As for those who cannot pay, or those of lower standing than the Giver, she takes no rent from them for her services, but she also enters their universes and begins to work.

You want my Soul Society's services? Fine, but don't ask me what my subordinates will do, since you're not paying the rent anyway.

This is exactly what has been happening in B-14 since the beginning of the cycle, and what happened in the previous cycle and the one before it.

The Soul Society was carrying out its usual overt duties, while in secret it executed assassinations, resource restrictions, and other underground operations that contributed to the universe's fall into ruin.

Only recently, after the appearance of two Unbound in Universe B-14, did the Giver begin communicating with him in short, long-range sentences between one contract and the next. Especially when she heard of his request to convene The Court due to the bullying of Universe B-14 and the dispatch of a new Executioner to impose new sanctions on top of those already enforced!

So talk of *friendship* was extremely strange.

"A late friendship is better than one that never comes at all, and I trust there are few you might want by your side more than me." The Giver raised her head slightly. "When the Warden was sealed and you began your journey of finding friends and allies for yourself, you didn't even try to contact me then, because you knew the difference between us well enough even as a new Transcendent."

"Hmm," the All-seeing God did not turn toward her. "And what has changed?"

"…" The Giver stared at the All-seeing God's eyes from the side. "You've started making big moves recently, bold moves… and I like the bold."