It was evident it would take a while to grow, though depending on the nourishment Michael's soul provided it, that process could be shorter or longer.
For several moments, Michael simply stared at the miniature mausoleum resting on his palm. Then he laughed softly.
"Five hundred thousand points."
Michael shook his head. "It was definitely worth it."
Though he was pleased, Michael also understood that this was a treasure that should not see the light of day.
There was a saying that a poor man carrying a great treasure invites his own ruin.
Putting aside everything else, Michael felt that the World Seed the treasure contained could potentially drive Demigods to chase him to the ends of the universe.
Unless absolutely necessary, the only visible function of this treasure would be to serve as a storage item.
Michael drew the treasure back into his soul and turned his senses inward.
