Parker let out a long sigh, still staring out the window, he leaned his head back and muttered, "Alright, System, explain this to me. You're out here dropping knowledge bombs about, hidden secrets of Olympian Champions even gods don't know, and now Primordial spirits, shit that sounds way more profound than anything about these families you keep coming up blank on. How the fuck does that work?"
The System's response came as flat as ever:
[Host, these families are more than just families. Their secrets surpass my comprehension. However, the information I provided on Primordial spirits stems from knowledge since the beginning of time ingrained in me, thanks to my creator.]
"Creator, huh?" Parker chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're telling me you've got a creator. What, are they a god or something? And how does this so-called creator of yours have dirt even the gods might not know? What you told me in the beginning, it was an indication that it's a god who made you."
