"I guess I know why we delivery men didn't get as much money as we deserved," Sunny muttered to himself, watching the digits of his faith points tick up at a snail's pace.
It was a joke, a tired analogy he often used to describe his current predicament.
He was the source, the wellspring of all demigodly power, but he was also the one constantly footing the bill.
His faith points, once a rapidly multiplying cascade, were now increasing with frustrating slowness.
The reason was simple: he had too many mouths to feed.
The merits system, while an incredible tool that made his demigods self-sufficient, was a curse for Sunny.
For every bit of merit his demigods earned, it consumed a piece of his divine faith.
And since Thea's Manifestation talent was designed to consume merit instead of faith for demigods , all of his demigods were currently feasting on his cosmic reserves.
He wasn't too worried about it, though.
