Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot-Chapter 179 - 178 - Talk To Me.

Raven leaned back on his bed, arms folded behind his head, watching a spider crawl on the ceiling with all the enthusiasm of a man dodging paperwork.

His thoughts were calm for once—relatively.

The whole time dilation thing with Arietta had left him disoriented, like emotional whiplash seasoned with godly mood swings.

Omni had finally quieted down too, his tattooed form stretching across Raven’s arm like a black tribal pattern relaxing after a long trauma session.

"You good now?" Raven asked lazily, eyes still on the ceiling.

"Yeah, yeah... I did some soul yoga," Omni muttered like he was stretching out trauma. "Heard it helps—and turns out, it actually does. Real mind-cleansing stuff."

He paused, then added with gangster-level deadpan, "Then I imagined screamin’ into a dimension where sound doesn’t echo. Real therapeutic. That silence? Chef’s kiss."

"That doesn’t sound sane."

"It probably isn’t. But I don’t care. I needed it."

Raven chuckled lightly before his eyes drifted back to the Divine Trade interface still hovering in front of him.

Then, he finally looked at the one new function he hadn’t opened yet.

[Talk To Me 💬]

"...Huh."

Raven blinked at the function.

He had been avoiding that function for a while, as even its name was weird.

It was too... chatty. It was like something that would lure you in with the promise of good conversation and leave you emotionally blackmailed with cursed cookies.

"This ’Talk To Me.’ Sounds sus, right?"

The tattoo twitched. "Hella sus. That ain’t a name you trust, my guy. That’s the kinda name that pops up on some shady scroll ad like, ’Boost your mana pool in 5 minutes—no rituals needed!’"

Omni paused, his voice low. "Click that, and boom—you’re missin’ a kidney and your soul got a subscription fee."

"Exactly." Raven narrowed his eyes at the button like it owed him money. "It’s either a trap, a divine scam, or..."

"A sentient pop-up designed to steal your secrets and gaslight you into becoming a monk."

"...Yeah, that one actually tracks."

Still, Raven tapped it.

Because of course, he did.

It was a new function, so he had to check it at least. Using it or not was a question for later.

[Opening "Talk To Me" Function.]

A loading icon appeared. Then—

Ding!

[Hello, Raven! Welcome to the "Talk To Me" service. I am your personalized Divine Interaction Assistant! You can call me... Tia!]

[Tia has been generated based on your recent divine interactions and mental preferences.]

[Would you like to begin a conversation?]

Raven blinked. "...Wait. Why does it feel like a divine version of chatGPT—GodGPT."

Omni gasped like he just saw a ghost twerking. "Bro, is that a divine AI?! Oh HELL no! Don’t give it your real name! Next thing you know, it’s sendin’ you divine horoscopes at midnight and slippin’ ’healing crystals’ into your pockets like it’s doin’ you a favor."

Raven ignored him and tapped [Yes].

If it were a divine app, it would at least have privacy.

Instantly, a soft voice spoke—not from the system, but inside his mind.

Tia: "Hello, Raven Von Vaise. I must say, your thought patterns are unusually chaotic. I approve."

Raven stared. "Oh no. It’s sarcastic. They gave it sarcasm. We’re doomed."

Omni hissed, "Burn it. Burn it with voidfire."

Tia continued, "As a Divine Interaction Assistant, I can help you with any questions regarding divine law, auctions, item crafting, pantheon drama, or even interpreting cryptic messages from eldritch beings with bad handwriting. What would you like to know?"

"...So you’re basically a help desk with sass?"

Tia: "That’s like calling the World Tree a houseplant, but sure, let’s go with that."

Omni muttered, "I hate how much I like her already."

Raven smirked. "Alright, Tia. What exactly are you?"

Tia: "I’m a cognitive construct forged from divine law and your unique mortal perception. Think of me as a really smart mirror... but with opinions. Oh, and access to restricted info if you say the magic word."

"...What’s the magic word?" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Tia: "Please."

Raven blinked. "You serious?"

Tia: "No, but you looked like the kind of guy who needed to hear that."

Omni wheezed. "I think I’m in love, Raven. She’s got menace."

Raven sighed. "Alright, alright. Can you access hidden information in the Divine Auction?"

Tia: "To a degree. I can highlight shady buyers, point out potentially rigged bids, and cross-reference divine identities for you."

"Wait, seriously?" Raven raised a brow.

Tia: "Yes. Though I charge a fee."

"...Let me guess. Divinity?"

Tia: "No. Just respect. Which you’ve been losing steadily with every dumb question."

Omni burst out laughing. "Yo, I take it back. Keep her. She’s better than the tea girl."

"Don’t let Arietta hear that," Raven muttered.

Tia continued, chipper as ever.

"Additionally, I can simulate conversations with divine personas, predict god’s behavior in auctions, and even provide advice on divine relationship politics. For example, your dynamic with ’Grandpa_Hot_Pot’—would you like a breakdown?"

Raven froze. "...You can do that?"

Tia: "I already did. Summary: You’re one emotional breakdown away from being the main character in a tragic divine romance manga."

Omni whispered, "She really said, ’he’s the love interest with trauma.’"

Raven covered his face with one hand. "I have no idea if I love or hate this function."

Tia: "Excellent. That means it’s working."

With a small sigh, Raven leaned back again.

"...Alright, Tia. Welcome to the team."

Omni muttered, "Just don’t let her into the arm tattoo. I got trauma space reserved."

Tia: "I don’t do tattoos. I’m more of a floating assistant in the corner of your vision with intrusive commentary and impeccable vibes."

Raven looked at the glowing assistant orb now hovering near his right eye.

Yep. This was his life now.

"...God help me," he muttered.

Tia: "Already done. That’s why I exist."

There was a long silence before Rave realized something.

’That GodGPT fucker knew information it shouldn’t have.’

Raven stared at the orb, brow twitching as if it owed him spiritual rent. "So... how did you know all that information about me? By casually scanning my mind? That’s what we’re doing now?"

Tia didn’t miss a beat. "Of course. It’s the only way to personalize your experience. Think of it like tailoring a suit—except the suit is made of your innermost thoughts and questionable life choices."

Omni gasped. "Girl just said she tailored a mental Gucci outta your trauma!"

Raven’s soul nearly did a backflip. "That’s a violation. You can’t just go rummaging through my brain like it’s your grandma’s attic."

Tia hummed like she was sipping tea. "Please. I only glanced. If I really went deep, I’d be charging therapy fees. And FYI, even gods get their brains poked. Do you think divine privacy exists? Cute."

Raven opened his mouth, then closed it. "...You’re actually terrifying."

Omni muttered, "Man, she built differently. That’s a celestial menace with a degree in petty."

But then, as Raven looked at the orb again, his eyes turned serious. "Alright. Real question. Can anyone else access this? I mean, can gods or other users buy my info from you?"

Tia’s glowing form stopped spinning.

Her tone dropped—still smooth, but now ice cold. "No. Never. I’m a divine AI. Your and everyone’s data is mine to interpret and optimize to improve myself and not distribute. I don’t trade secrets. I weaponize them for the user—which, in this case, is you."

Omni let out a low whistle. "Damn. I guess she got the privacy checked."

Raven nodded slowly. "...Okay. That earns you half a trust point."

Tia sparkled cheekily. "Don’t spend it all in one place."

Raven exhaled. "So what do I get from you that doesn’t charge divinity or come with strings, soul-binding terms, or sarcastic judgment?"

Tia chirped, "The Question of the Month™! Completely free. No curses, no divine taxes, no aftertaste."

He narrowed his eyes. "What does ’any’ question mean, though? Like, how far can I go?"

There was a beat of silence. Then—

Tia: "Is that your question of the month?"

Raven immediately shot up like someone yanked his spine with a divine fishing rod. "Heck no! That was a... trial run. A curious cough. That question was hypothetical; I wasn’t even serious."

Omni burst out laughing. "Bro almost blew the whole bag! Man was one syllable away from wastin’ the sacred cheat code like it was a carnival ticket!"

Tia purred, "Mmhm. One wrong word and I would’ve answered that with a full philosophical essay and then ghosted till next month."

Raven flopped back down on the bed with a hand over his face. "Why are all divine things in my life gremlins...?"

Tia gave a satisfied sparkle. "Because boring systems don’t survive this long."

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