Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 2008: The Avalonian Court

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"Hey, Oberon, are you going to address the elephant in the room already or what?" Ifrit, the King of Fire Spirits himself, spoke in a booming voice as he crossed his muscular, fiery arms.

"Haha, I was going to get to that. Please calm down, Ifrit," Oberon laughed calmly. "Yes, I am well aware that two Divine Weapons at the level of the Ancient Armaments were born today. They are capable of rivaling, if not surpassing, the power of the Ancient Armaments and are even comparable in growth and potential to the Divine World Tree Spear, Gungnir. And there is also—"

"I know about the Divine Weapons, but there is something even more insane!" one of the spirit queens interrupted. She was a beautiful giantess made of flowing crystalline water. "A Goddess! A goddess similar to Yggdrasil was born today! I saw her! She is up on Cloudia, for some reason... She is gigantic! She expands across the entire floating continent! She was born from an Eden Apple Tree. Can you believe it, everyone?"

Oberon facepalmed. "I was about to say that, but thank you, Queen of Water Spirits. Yes, that is correct... Freyr just sent her an invitation, right?"

"I did," a giant moth in the group nodded. "However, she has yet to respond."

"What is more important is that she is not acting alone. She, the Divine Weapons, and that other divine signature we felt all originated from elsewhere, from a source that made it possible," said the Queen of Spirits, Freyja, a gigantic butterfly. "I believe it is the girl you blessed, my husband."

"I know. Sylphy, right? The girl with endless mana," Freyr nodded. "Now I regret never inviting her to the court... I simply thought she was way too young. I was worried. I did not want to place that burden on her shoulders... I knew she was really strong and that she would one day grow up to be someone amazing. But I never imagined it would happen like this. She just created gods..."

"We have underestimated her power. Should we invite her as well?" Freyja asked.

"I believe the new goddess has already informed her master about it. It all depends on her response. We cannot exactly force her, you know," Freyr sighed.

"..."

Among the group of spirit gods stood a dark figure made of the darkness of the night, with two eyes resembling stars.

"Why not?"

"...?"

"...!"

"...?!"

All the other spirit kings and queens fell silent as they gazed at the dark figure, the mysterious spirit among the pantheon known as the Dark Spirit King.

Unlike the other kings and queens, he was usually silent and never said a single word in these meetings. Yet for the first time in years, he spoke.

"What are you suggesting, Erebus?" Oberon asked, raising an eyebrow. "That we force her? We are not like the Invaders, and you know it. We do not operate that way."

"Think about it," Erebus said. "That girl is their creation and was born with a ridiculous ability far beyond anyone’s expectations. What she possesses is exactly the power we need to finally turn the tables in our favor and defeat them... to free our world from their influence."

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Many of the spirit gods remained silent. They could not really refute his words. He was right. Sylphy was becoming increasingly dangerous and unpredictable. The powers she possessed and everything she wielded went beyond everyone’s wildest imaginations.

At the same time, she held the power to turn the tide of this endless war. Could they really just let her do as she pleased? Could they simply wait for an answer that might never come?

"I say we should go meet her, pressure her, and invite her here," Erebus continued nonchalantly. "We will train her and help her awaken her true potential. We can assist her in ascending into a true goddess and use her to defeat the gods once and for all. She has Endless Mana. Do you know what that means? It means infinite energy... There is nothing she cannot do."

"...Even then," Oberon sighed. "No, we cannot do that, Erebus. We must approach Sylphy carefully. If we do such a thing, she will grow to resent us and may eventually turn her power against us. Do you not realize that?"

"That is only if we do not play our cards well," Erebus replied. "We can perfectly parasitize her brain with Yggdrasil’s roots and replace her neurons with the divine tree, turning her into its vessel," he explained in gruesome detail, causing many of the spirit gods to wear bewildered expressions.

"You’re insane!" Ifrit shouted angrily. "That will not happen, Erebus! What are you even talking about?! She is the daughter of the Hero of Blazing Swords, my current master. I will not let you touch her."

"...It was just a suggestion," Erebus sighed, falling silent once more.

"Ahem! Well... noted," Oberon said, shaking his head. "We will not approach her this way. Understood? We are not like the Invaders, and we are not like the Evil Gods either. If we commit the same horrifying acts they do, then we are no better than them! Do you all agree?"

Everyone nodded, knowing Oberon spoke the truth.

"Very well. Freyr has sent a small invitation, but perhaps Sylphy may feel offended that we did not invite her in person through a dream or send her gifts," said Freyja. "Perhaps we do not have to do it forcefully. If we offer enough goods, the half-elf may end up accepting. Mortals tend to value material goods greatly, after all. A Spirit Treasure or two might do it."

"One or two?! Hah!" Ifrit laughed. "I know that girl. She is not going to fall for that! From what Allan has told me, Sylphy is a really smart girl—well, she is an adult now. But anyway, she will not fall for that, Freyja!"

"Then what do you suggest?!" Freyja asked.

"We should visit her, each one of us," Ifrit replied. "Over time, we have to let her get to know every one of us. She needs to know us well before making any decision. This may take years, but we have waited millions of years already, right? It is not the end of the world if we are patient. A few dozen, hundreds, or even a few thousand years mean nothing to us."

"...She is half-elf, so she will live a long life," Freyja nodded. "I guess we are playing the slow game then."

"There is no other option..." Oberon rubbed his chin.

But then everyone fell quiet once more as his eyes gleamed. A tall figure stepped into the court, made of glistening green and gold divine spiritual energy and emerging from the titanic tree behind him.

"Queen Yggdrasil?!"

"Be at ease, everyone," she spoke in a solemn and divine tone. "This is a meeting of great importance, so let me participate as well."

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