"The gods must help me grow as strong as possible, to the fullest extent they can, as long as it doesn't negatively affect me, my faction, or anyone I care about."
Damian looked at the gods.
They still seemed to be okay with his conditions.
He had hoped they would stop him midway and refuse his demands, so he could reject their offer and make them leave him alone.
"You know what, thinking more deeply about this, I want to add one more condition," Damian continued.
"A sixth condition, I want access to all the information the gods possess, whenever and wherever I want, without restriction. Whether it's divine secrets or mortal gossip, I want it all."
"You know," Freya said with a small sigh, "compared to getting a chance to save hundreds of races on the brink of extinction, the conditions you've laid out are nothing concerning."
