He didn't look up from his notes, busy scribbling with one hand and twisting and twirling magic about his other. "And I was told that one human male killing more than ten thousand orcs in a half decade was impossible. I was told that having a gold dragoness as my familiar was impossible. I was told that a mortal can never become a god with the assistance of another god, and even then it was a damn hard thing to do, as the least bit impurity in the mortal would make it impossible. Well, I killed more than fifteen thousand orcs in five years, the gold wyrmling that was my familiar then is now one of my consorts, and I along with seven others ascended due to a freak accident. Wait, if there was eight of us, does that mean it is still a freak accident?"<br/><br/>He paused in his notes for a moment, before shaking his head. "Nevermind, irrelevant at this point, though I need to look into that later. One is a statistical anomaly and can be safely ignored, eight is a viable sample, and should be observed and dealt with. Anyhoo, I prefer to think of ways that something is possible rather than why it is impossible. If you fail one thousand times and succeed on the thousand and first times, you have actually succeeded one thousand and one times, having found a thousand ways that didn't work. Besides, my energy, my resources, my problem. All you have to do is show up at the end, help select which of Suzuanne's memories we copy, bind the new champion to you, and then come back and have her be the doting, loving woman you need. Even if you don't avert your evolution, you get a powerful mate, a crazy ally, and the knowledge that somethings are only impossible because no one has been willing to risk finding however my ways don't work before finding the one that does."<br/><br/>He concentrated for a moment, getting a feel for Suzuanne's mental state, and if she was calming down, he politely asked if she would mind coming back, he needed her help as did the gnoll god.