After Author’s presence disappeared, Minx tilted her head as she spoke to them.

Minx tilted her head slightly as she looked at the two primordial beings standing on opposite sides of the neutral space.

Her small, childlike form seemed almost insignificant between them, yet her presence carried an undeniable weight.

She spoke first, her voice light and playful, yet carrying an ancient undertone.

"This is not the first time I’ve spoken to you," she said, swinging her legs gently as she sat at the table.

"Though I doubt you remember. I was there at the very beginning... when you were just starting to take shape."

The Mother and the Father both turned their attention fully toward her.

The Mother’s radiant form glimmered with curiosity, while the Father’s absence seemed to expand, the void around him growing denser and more oppressive.

"Who are you, child?" the Mother asked, her voice warm yet commanding, resonating like the birth of stars.

The Father spoke next, his tone cold and infinite, like the silence after the last breath.

"And why do we feel so drawn here?" Minx let out a soft giggle, a sound that carried both innocence and an air of knowing, as she lifted her teacup and took another unhurried sip.

"Hmmm, I’m Minx," she said casually.

"I live in that big Treasury not far from here. I’m the one who gave you the Golden Tickets... the ones that let you give your children a little extra edge."

The Mother and Father fixed their gaze on her, their presence bearing down with overwhelming weight.

The air — or what passed for air in the neutral void — grew thicker, as if reality itself was straining under their combined scrutiny.

"Why did we feel so drawn here?" the Mother repeated, her tone carrying a hint of genuine curiosity mixed with caution.

Minx shrugged, her small shoulders rising and falling in a carefree motion.

"I don’t know what you mean," she said innocently, though her red-and-black eyes sparkled with quiet amusement.

"I only came here to introduce myself before I journey through your creations. It seemed rude to explore someone’s home without letting them know first."

She paused for a moment, tilting her head as she looked at both of them with a bright, childlike smile.

Then, without another word, she vanished — disappearing from the neutral void as if she had never been there at all.

The Mother and the Father were left standing in silence, their vast presences facing each other across the divide, a rare moment of shared bewilderment hanging between them.

The Mother’s radiant form shimmered faintly, her voice soft yet carrying the weight of infinite creation.

"She is... not of our design. That Treasury itself, walking as a child. I did not foresee this."

The Father’s absence deepened, his voice a low, rumbling echo that seemed to erase sound itself as he replied.

"Nor did I. She gave us the Golden Tickets." He said, "Yet her power feels... neutral. Neither ours nor against us."

The Mother’s eyes, holding within them countless realities, narrowed just a touch.

"She claimed she would wander through what we have made." She muttered,

"We’ll keep an eye on her. If she throws the balance off, we’ll step in. But if she helps maintain it... well, maybe she’s just another piece on the board."

The Father’s silhouette remained motionless, his presence a void that swallowed even the idea of agreement.

"Agreed. The game continues."

With those words, both primordial beings vanished — the Mother dissolving into pure white light that faded into the white side, the Father melting into absolute darkness that merged with the black side.

And.... the neutral void was empty once more.

Ash and Elysia watched as the memory shifted again.

With that, the story of the Lord of Gifts truly began when Minx appeared across countless realms.

Starting in the lower frameworks, then moving through the middle, the high dimensions, and even into the True Realities on both sides of existence.

With a childlike curiosity, she wandered from bustling cities to quiet villages, slipped into hidden sects, and roamed ancient domains, offering gifts without a moment’s hesitation.

To a poor farmer, she handed a single seed that blossomed into an endless orchard heavy with golden fruit.

To a struggling cultivator, she gave a tiny pill that awakened his dormant talent, propelling him through the ranks in mere weeks.

She knelt beside a dying warrior, gifting him a single shimmering drop of liquid that granted one last, glorious battle before he drifted into a peaceful rest.

Again and again, she gave — fulfilling desires, granting hearts’ deepest wishes, never asking anything in return, and carrying no clear motive beyond the joy of giving.

And through it all, Minx seemed to enjoy it.

Her small smile never faded as she watched people’s faces light up, their lives changing in an instant.

She giggled at the chaos some wishes caused, tilted her head in curiosity at the gratitude of others, and simply moved on to the next soul in need.

Ash and Elysia watched the montage in silence, the weight of Minx’s actions settling over them.

Ash’s reddish-purple eyes remained focused, a faint, intrigued smile on his lips as he observed her.

"She’s been doing this since the beginning," he murmured. "Giving without asking for anything in return... yet every gift plants a seed. She’s been building influence across all of existence and nonexistence for trillions of years."

Elysia nodded, her golden eyes thoughtful.

"And now she’s in Pantheos. The question is... what will we do with her?"

Ash and Elysia reappeared in the peaceful oasis of the Velora kingdom.

The soft grass swayed gently beneath them, the silver-barked trees rustled with a calm breeze, and the floating lily pads on the crystal-clear water reflected the warm golden light filtering through the canopy.

Floating in front of them was the same black and green novel — The Primordial Exchange, Desire, Value — The First Transaction — hovering quietly in the air, waiting.

Ash looked at it for a long moment, then chuckled softly, the sound low and genuine as he leaned back against the tree.

"I will allow her to become one with the Records... the Akashic Records," he said, his reddish-purple eyes gleaming with quiet decision