Gen hummed. That would imply they were all children of actual gods. Or people who at least convincingly roleplayed as them, complete with dysfunctional family relationships and illegitimate children. “I’ll be quite the diplomat with all of them, I assure you.”

“And I’m almost four thousand years old!” Gen giggled, not giving away whether or not he believed Nico. That number would drive Senku up a wall - he always was a stickler for accuracy. But it’s close enough. “Age is but a number, my friend. Whatever ails you, however, I hope it has not followed you in this dream.”