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

“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.

“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?”

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

“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…”

“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.

“…?”

“…?!”

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.

“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.”

“…”

“…”

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?

“…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?”

“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.”

“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?”

“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.”

“Then what do you suggest?!” Freyja asked.

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

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.

“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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