Garion leaned back on his bed and let out a slow breath.
"Atlas," he said.
A familiar presence responded at once.
[Host.]
Garion glanced at the ceiling. "Now that I've officially become a Grand Faction," he said, "don't tell me you're giving me nothing."
There was a short pause.
[What do you need?]
Garion snorted. "You already know. Rewards. Benefits. Something useful."
Another pause followed, longer this time.
[Sure, sure. Wait a minute.]
Garion raised an eyebrow. "That's it? You're really making me wait?"
No answer.
He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, drumming his fingers lightly against his forearm while staring at the ceiling.
"…You systems really love suspense," he muttered.
A moment later, Atlas spoke again.
[Congratulations. Reward received.]
Garion straightened slightly. "Alright. Let's hear it."
[Reward: God Archipelago Editor.]
Garion blinked.
"…Editor?" he repeated. "What kind of editor?"
[Of course an editor.]
