Kannan returned to the Zevan family's house with determination. "I've secured a home for you, protected from enemies. Stay here. We don't know when they'll strike."
The siblings were overwhelmed by the interior. This is enough for us to live happily. Even if he fails, we can enjoy god-life here. They slept peacefully, hope rekindled.
Morning at the Qualifier Board
Kannan checked the board. Only 250 gods remained. The numbers are shrinking fast, he thought.
The God Father announced the next round: "Invention is Your Choice."
"You may gather intel from any source—even bad ones. You have one day to bring me the blueprint of your invention. The round begins in thirty seconds."
Seeking Help
The Holy Eye admitted, "I cannot help you. I dislike cultivators."
The Swift Sword added, "I can forge weapons, but I must possess someone. I cannot possess you—you are legend level. Find another."
Kannan turned to Dransart. "Please trust me. Swift Sword will possess you, but nothing harmful will happen."
Dransart agreed. "You've been kind to us, even changing names and giving d-coins. I trust you."
The Possession
Swift Sword possessed Dransart, requesting, "We have paper from the Zevan house, but no pen. Give me one."
Kannan smirked. "You are the pen now. Your body is the pen. I keep my promise."
Swift Sword transformed, guiding Dransart's hand to sketch the blueprint.
The Eavesdropper
Unbeknownst to them, a god eavesdropped, reporting to the Vivan family. "A man named Dransart is drawing a blueprint for Kannan. I could not see his face."
The Vivan head scoffed. "We have countless crafting gods, masters of civilization. I've never heard of Dransart. He must be fooling the Zevan family. He will lose as a fake god."
Servants whispered, "Spread the blueprints quietly. Many gods rob houses or streets during this round."
Completion
Dransart finished the blueprint. Swift Sword returned to his body, leaving Dransart conscious again. Olivia Zevan asked nervously, "How will we carry this blueprint tomorrow?"
Kannan's eyes gleamed. The blueprint is our weapon, but carrying it safely will be the true test.
Thus, the invention round begins.
Kannan has secured a blueprint through trust, possession, and cunning. The Vivan family plots against him, while the Zevan siblings cling to hope. Tomorrow, the blueprint must be delivered—through danger, deception, and divine rivalry.