Su Fu double-checked with a note of uncertainty, “What did you just call me?”
A fawning voice rang out, “Lady Su Fu! I sense the supreme aura of the Creator upon you. I am more than willing to serve you with the utmost loyalty!”
Su Fu’s gaze toward the feather pen shifted instantly.
‘The Paradise Pantheon… really has something going on with their artifacts.’
She recalled that fellow, the Tree of Life.
Originally, it had been covered in vibrant green leaves.
After seeing Lady Nuwa, it had insisted on turning its leaves into a kaleidoscope of colors, looking exactly like the Five-Colored Stones in Lady Nuwa’s hands.
Later, in order to catch a glimpse of Lady Nuwa’s Divine Manifestation, it had even struck a deal with her, selling off the holy relics of the Paradise Pantheon without the slightest hesitation.
It had absolutely no qualms about sabotaging its own home.
Now, this feather pen before her had felt Lady Nuwa’s aura and defected on the spot.
She couldn’t help but murmur, “Lady Nuwa, is your charm simply too great?”
Upon hearing this, the feather pen became excited, “You mentioned that great existence!”
“Indeed, the Founding God who molded humans from clay and refined stones to mend the heavens!”
“Back then, Lady Nuwa used Xirang to shape the mountains and rivers, Yellow Earth to create living beings, and refined the Five-Colored Stones to patch the firmament. With supreme power, she stabilized the Primordial World…”
“That Divine Manifestation is something I can never forget.”
Su Fu was speechless.
She arched an eyebrow and asked, “So you’re just going to defect like that?”
“Defect? No, no, no!” The feather pen retorted with righteous indignation, “This is called returning to one’s roots!”
“My birth was the result of the Word of Power, ‘God said let there be light, and there was light.’ I was born for the sake of creation. And as the Lord of Creation, Lady Nuwa is naturally my great master!”
“It is as natural as a drop of water returning to the ocean or a planet orbiting a star.”
Su Fu was amused by this theory.
Strictly speaking, it did seem to be the case.
This was a conceptual attraction.
As a Founding God, Lady Nuwa held a higher and more profound level of the concept of creation.
It wasn’t surprising that the feather pen was drawn to her.
She could only say that Lady Nuwa was truly incredible!
“Ahem,” Su Fu cleared her throat and asked, “You want to follow me?”
The feather pen answered almost impatiently, “Great Lady Su Fu, it is my greatest honor to follow you!”
“Actually, when you visited Eden last time, I felt the aura Lady Nuwa left on you from a distance… but I was locked up back then…”
Su Fu thought, ‘Good thing you were locked up.’
Otherwise, she might have been caught on the spot, charged with attempting to escape with the important Forbidden Object 009, the Angel Feather Pen.
“Now, let’s get down to business.”
Su Fu decided to play it safe first.
After all, although this sudden variable seemed logical, it was hard to say what its true purpose was.
“I need you to write a spiritual object that can foreshadow death—a White Butterfly. If a certain-death outcome is approaching, have it appear within my line of sight.”
Upon hearing this, the feather pen immediately replied in a flattering tone, “Great Lady Su Fu, what a wise concept! I shall fulfill it for you right away.”
As soon as the words left its mouth, the feather pen began writing in the air of its own accord.
Although there was no paper, golden traces emerged in the sky, displaying themselves before Su Fu’s eyes.
[All things depend on one another; fates are intertwined.]
[Since Black Crows exist to foreshadow calamity, why can there not be White Butterflies to warn of death? This is very logical!]
[As for the source of the White Butterflies? They exist at the boundary of life and death, serving as messengers between the two worlds.]
[They are not death itself, but the heralds of death, an inevitable existence within the long river of destiny.]
As the feather pen wrote, the golden traces in the air gradually solidified, as if pure white butterflies were truly being born from the void.
Su Fu noticed that the feather pen didn’t seem to be forcibly rewriting the rules.
Instead, it was more like it was applying a logical patch to the existing world.
Her heart shook.
The feather pen truly possessed the Authority of Genesis!
No wonder whatever it wrote was destined to come true.
Just then, the feather pen continued to write: [White Butterflies fly along the tracks of destiny. When they reach a dead end, they will manifest.]
[When there is no road left, one can only return. This is a fundamental law of the universe; it is very logical.]
[When the White Butterflies return, they will have their one and only encounter with the person of destiny.]
The golden words solidified once more, proving that the rule had taken effect and the key conditions were complete.
Having finished the task, the feather pen seemed to let itself go.
“Ah! Great Divine Summoner of Nuwa, Restorer of the Chinese Pantheon, the loyal servant of the Angel Feather Pen!”
“Your destiny is magnificent, your wisdom is unfathomable, and your power is enough to change the world’s structure!”
“You are more than enough to attract tens of thousands of White Butterflies to follow you!”
“And I, your most loyal Creation Feather Pen, shall forever—”
“Follow you!”
“Your humble servant swears to his respected master: the wish you have made shall certainly come true!”
As the last stroke fell, the creation was complete.
Su Fu thought, ‘You really are incredibly melodramatic.’
She didn’t pay much attention to the pen’s exaggerated praise.
Instead, she stared thoughtfully at the golden traces gradually disappearing in the air.
So, even for the feather pen—whose written words were destined to come true—there was actually a logical chain supporting it?
It wasn’t a simple ‘because I said so.’
Rather, it constructed a self-consistent system, patching the world with seamless precision.
Actually, looking at it this way, it did seem quite reasonable.
“Then,” she suddenly asked, “if my wish involved… a True God?”
The feather pen trembled almost imperceptibly and spoke with awe, “Respected master… Even if I did my best to help you, the price of a wish of that level… would likely drain your entire lifespan.”
“But if you achieve godhood, or—” The feather pen suddenly became excited, “Become a new Founding God, the result will be completely different!”
It suddenly realized something and hurriedly added, “Of course! Your servant definitely doesn’t mean you are weak right now! You are the Divine Summoner personally chosen by Lady Nuwa…”
As the feather pen went on and on with its flattery, Su Fu automatically tuned it out.
She thought to herself that it was indeed the case.
The feather pen was a creation of a True God, meant to be driven by a deity.
Anyone below that level would have to pay a price; this was the concept it relied on for its existence.
Even if it acknowledged her as its master, it couldn’t betray its own essence.
It could only try its best to minimize the price she paid.
But if the target was a True God, even that small price would be enough to kill her.
After all, the difference between a True God and a human was simply too vast.
It far exceeded the concept of orders of magnitude; it was a fundamental difference in the form of existence.
“And what about the price for this time?” Su Fu interrupted its non-stop praise.
The feather pen lowered its quill respectfully and said, “Your servant has paid it on your behalf!”
“My only tiny request is,” it said shyly, “that you call for me again~”
Su Fu stayed silent.
She remained quiet for a moment, knowing full well that behind this ‘tiny request’ was a thirst for Nuwa’s aura.
Like a desert traveler longing for an oasis, it craved contact with that supreme Genesis Authority, just like the Tree of Life.
“If there is a need, I will find you again,” she eventually gave an ambiguous answer.
The feather pen, however, was overjoyed by this response, “I await your next arrival!”
At that moment, its tone shifted, “Respected master, I must congratulate you in advance. In the near future, you will formally become the S-Class Divine Messenger of the Founding God.”
“Your servant is very happy for you! Your radiance will shine upon ten thousand worlds. You will take a great step forward and enter that broader heaven!”
‘Hmm?’ Su Fu suddenly realized—was the feather pen proactively reminding her in a roundabout way?
This cunning pen was using ‘congratulations’ as a guise to tell her that she was about to advance to an S-Class Divine Messenger.
‘Tsk, this little thing is quite considerate.’
Su Fu thought to herself that if this wasn’t her best friend’s pen from the Paradise Pantheon, she would have taken it with her no matter what.
But now, that was clearly not an option.
Given her deep cooperation with the Paradise Pantheon, it wouldn’t be hard to borrow the pen in the future, but directly abducting their cornerstone Divine Artifact would be crossing the line.
Even though, strictly speaking, it was this pen that was shamelessly begging to go with her.
“Not bad,” Su Fu snapped back to reality and praised it, “I am very satisfied with your performance this time. However, let’s stop here for today.”
The feather pen, which had been listening happily to the first half, visibly wilted upon hearing the second half.
“M-Master, are you not taking me with you?”
Su Fu asked, “…What else did you expect?”
“I… I can become smaller. I won’t take up any space on your collar at all… Or how about an earring? I can change into a new style every day!”
“Then a point of light would work, right? I promise not to be noisy. When you don’t need me, I’ll be completely invisible! When you do, I’ll be there at your beck and call!”
Su Fu’s tone softened as she practiced the art of making empty promises, “Don’t worry, we’ll see each other again soon.”
The feather pen realized it couldn’t follow its master for now.
“Fine then,” its voice sounded muffled, “No matter when it is, my respected master, I will wait for you! My summoning incantation is ‘My favorite feather pen’—”
“Just kidding… you can call me whatever you want!”
***
Outside, Emilia glanced at the closed door from time to time.
Hou Chu leaned against the wall, looking slightly dazed.
“I wonder what Su Fu is writing…” Emilia said worriedly, “Is the price high…?”
Hou Chu thought about the feather pen’s personality and replied, “It’s hard to say.”
One had to know that the pen usually ignored the bishops and elders.
Its attitude toward Su Fu probably wouldn’t be much better.
He only hoped it wouldn’t sabotage her.
Just then, the door opened.
Su Fu walked out, and the two looked at her nervously.
“How was it?” Emilia asked carefully.
Su Fu paused, “It went quite smoothly.”
“The price…”
Su Fu’s expression was a bit subtle as she chose her words, “It’s acceptable.”
She couldn’t exactly say she hadn’t paid anything, and the feather pen had even thrown in a piece of extra information.
Heck, it even wanted to run away with her, but she had strictly refused it.
“That’s good.” The two remained in the dark but let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing the sincere worry on their faces, Su Fu felt a pang of guilt.
She felt like she was the Paradise Pantheon’s version of Satan.
First, she had seduced the Tree of Life, turning it into Lady Nuwa’s little fan-tree.
Now it was the Angel Feather Pen, which had defected and started fawning over her in an unseemly manner.
Oh, right, there was also Chesia.
Speaking of which, her status as a seducer was practically confirmed—Chesia had followed her and even brought along a massive amount of “child support.”
Su Fu thought, ‘…What am I, some kind of top-tier succubus?’
Her thoughts drifted.
Weren’t those people from the Twilight Judgment always shouting about welcoming back their lord, Satan?
As someone who could abduct the holy relics of Paradise at any time, she looked more like the real deal than the actual Satan!
This secret identity… seemed pretty good?
‘That reminds me, the trend of defection in the Paradise Pantheon…’ Su Fu mused to herself, ‘…it’s practically becoming a tradition.’
The crumbling loyalty was almost unbelievable.
But on second thought, the Paradise Pantheon probably had to take the blame themselves.
It must be because their requirements were too strict, demanding everyone match the perfect standards of the Holy Father and Holy Mother.