The dimly lit study was extremely quiet; Fat Orange sat squatting on the desk, completely silent, not even flicking its tail.
It was still thinking about the matter of the Blessing Power.
"Alright, you shouldn't worry too much, how many days have the gods just descended? Even a madman and a genius combined couldn't possibly develop a machine to store the Blessing Power immediately!"
Marvin comforted it, "We still have time, not much, but it should be enough."
"...How many unforeseen events have you planned for?" Fat Orange asked seriously, "Whenever I think you're only planning one step ahead, you always manage to pull out even more surprises."
"It's about anticipating a hundred steps for every one taken."
