"Do not get too excited just yet," Sunny said, a playful glint in his eyes as he watched the Gods stare hungrily at the projection of the Skill Stone.
"The cost of such instant mastery is… enormous. Astronomical, really. Perhaps you would prefer to learn the old-fashioned way, with sweat and tears, rather than emptying your treasuries for a single moment of enlightenment."
It was a joke, but it was also a challenge. And to the wealthiest Gods in the Pantheon, it was an invitation.
Joker threw his head back and laughed, a delightful sound that echoed through the garden.
His coffers were overflowing. His recent string of jests, roasting the ugliness of the Void Beast, mocking the cowardice of the gods who hid in their worlds, and live-commentating the execution of Edgar had earned him trillions in faith.
He was the wealthiest God under the Emperor, and he was ready to spend.
