Theoretically, the path Miku pointed out was sound.
The current Su Mo was a far cry from his former self. His true form existed in a chaotic state that transcended even the Root, an existence that no ordinary being could compare to.
A double-digit existence with a full domain of authority could perhaps be described as having a drop of blood heavier than a star cluster, a single hair capable of crushing the sun and moon, and a physical scale equivalent to the universe. But for Su Mo, these descriptions were all downgrades.
If he wished, a single strand of his hair could evolve into a universe with infinite parallel worlds. A single drop of his blood was enough to evolve into a Holy Grail or even the Root. If he were to truly bestow a blessing, he could directly confer upon someone the power of the multiverse, granting them the complete strength of a single-digit existence.
If Mashiro were to receive the full blessing of Su Mo's life source, she wouldn't even need to swallow it. Simply being immersed in it would be enough to make her an existence comparable to Madokami or Akuma Homura.
But Su Mo didn't do that.
Because, for Mashiro, too much power would be an unnecessary burden. If an ordinary person's mind suddenly gained immense power, it would adversely affect their personality, and she would no longer be Mashiro.
Therefore, after Mashiro had been hard at work for a while, Su Mo swept away the flowers he had used for demonstration on the table and placed the airheaded girl upon it. There was no need to inject any profound wisdom; just a small blessing from a god of beauty would be enough to completely transform her.
According to the rules of the Little Garden, when an acquired blessing and an innate one are of the same origin, it is possible to unleash a power that would astonish even those in the realm of omnipotence. Mashiro already possessed considerable artistic talent. With Su Mo's gift, she quickly obtained a talent that surpassed humanity, stepping onto the path of the Aeon of Beauty.
For Mashiro, this talent upgrade was a huge surprise. Other than her body being nearly exhausted and various parts feeling completely stuffed, she had paid practically no price... For her, even this experience itself wasn't a price, but a pure reward.
After the double reward, Mashiro initially didn't have the strength to get up. But her dedication to art gave her a divine revelation from the Path of Beauty. Even though she couldn't sit up straight, she insisted on getting up, her inspiration overflowing as she picked up a brush and began to paint.
Her usually dazed eyes would only become clear when she was creating.
Half an hour later, looking at the draft she had created, Mashiro was stunned.
"Is... is this really my work?"
Looking at the lines, which possessed an unparalleled tension, she could see an unparalleled vitality even before any color was applied. Her first intuition told her that this was a result that surpassed all her previous works, even surpassing the limits of her past imagination.
"Master's blessing is this terrifying..."
Even Hatsune Miku was completely shocked after seeing the finished product. It wasn't that she was incapable of drawing the same work—after all, humans can only distinguish a limited number of colors, and the canvas is only so large. By treating it like a coloring game, she could iterate through and create every possible painting on this planet. But being able to draw it was not the same as being able to pick this specific one out from trillions of possibilities.
This aesthetic system, unique to humans, was the very reason she had to use a high-level AI simulation to surpass Mashiro. Art was not something that could be conquered by pure computing power. She had to admit, Mashiro's current achievement surpassed her imagination.
"Master~"
Realizing her complete transformation, Mashiro licked the corner of her lips and crawled before Su Mo on all fours like a kitten, looking up at him from below.
She felt she could still go on.
As it turned out, Mashiro's thoughts were a complete illusion; she couldn't move from the very beginning. However, in terms of results, she did get her wish and received more blessings.
Thoroughly satisfied, this time she didn't fall asleep beside Su Mo as she used to. Instead, she dragged her wobbly body towards the door, still holding her latest work.
What is she going to do? Take a bath?
With Miku around, and the blessing he had just bestowed giving Mashiro some strength, Su Mo wasn't worried about the girl's safety.
Half a minute later, just as Su Mo was about to resume his research into the nature of the chat group, several girls burst into the doorway. Since Mashiro had forgotten to close the door, they saw Su Mo in the room directly. And looking at the girls' expressions, Su Mo immediately understood what Mashiro had done with the painting.
"Ma-Master! Miss Mashiro's painting... is it the result of your guidance?!"
After bowing, the blonde, twin-tailed girl's eyes widened as she asked with great excitement. Although she wasn't an elegant artist like Mashiro, she was also a creator. Even if the things she created were somewhat unrefined, she knew her stuff.
Eriri saw at a glance what a huge transformation Mashiro had undergone. It was no exaggeration to say that with this painting alone, Mashiro could surpass Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa" and Van Gogh's "Starry Night" to become a true, era-defining god of art.
She knew of Mashiro's talent and the quality of Su Mo's teaching. But she knew even more that Mashiro's current achievement could not be explained by these two factors alone. There had to be a more incredible reason.
Thus, she, who had been training a new maid, immediately rushed over.