Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 363: Ch 363 : Exponential Expansion

"Boss," Zir whispered, his voice small against the backdrop of infinity. "Even with ten of us... even if we work until the stars burn out... wouldn’t it take us nearly billions of years to take control of this? This multiverse contains billions of universes. Billions! If we conquer one universe a year, which is an insane pace... we’ll still be at this and our DemiGods back on our planets would become Gods by then."

He began counting on his fingers, his lips moving as he struggled with the cosmic math. To a god who held only a few worlds under his control, the concept of a multiverse was a terrifying ocean.

Sunny, still floating before them in his partially translucent Nihilium form, tilted his head. A soft, humming laughter vibrated from his chest.

"You are thinking like a normal God, Zir. You are looking at the climb from the bottom of the mountain without realizing that the mountain itself is growing under your feet."

Sunny stepped closer, his eyes glowing with the secrets of the Cosmos, "When you take a single world, your Faith generation doubles. When you take a system, it quadruples. It is a geometric progression, a cascade."

"As the number of your followers increases, the speed at which you can influence the next world doesn’t just add up, it multiplies. One day, you will be generating millions of billions of Faith points every single hour. At that point, conquering a universe would become just a work of a single day."

Zir frowned, still unconvinced. "But we are still just ten entities, Emperor. No matter how much Faith we hoard in our coffers, we can’t be everywhere at once. We can’t physically descend into every tavern and temple across billions of light-years to prove our divinity. Power isn’t the same as presence."

Beside him, Strategist let out a light, dry cough. A thin, knowing smile played on his lips as he glanced at the other nine gods. "Zir, my friend... you are forgetting the beauty of the Divine Embryos."

Strategist’s voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial hum. "With the kind of Faith the Emperor is describing, we won’t need to be everywhere. We will have the resources to develop a Divine Embryo every single day."

"We will hatch Demigods by the hundreds, then the thousands. We will build an army of sub-deities, messengers, architects, and paladins.... who will act as our hands and eyes. We are the Kings; they are the pieces on the board. The rest... well, you can calculate the speed of a plague of light, can’t you?"

Zir’s eyes went wide. The mental image of a literal factory of Demigods, churning out demigods to sweep across the universes like a golden tide, finally broke through his confusion.

His jaw dropped, and a look of dazed, greedy wonder took over his face.

’Oh my god, you look like an idiot... close your mouth,’ Sunny’s voice rang directly inside Zir’s skull, sharp and amused.

Zir snapped his mouth shut with a click, blushing as he wiped a stray bit of drool from his chin. ’I am sorry, Boss! The numbers... they just got a bit too big for a second!’

Sunny sighed internally. ’Did I make a mistake putting this glutton in charge of a strategic expansion?’ he wondered.

But the thought was fleeting. Zir was his first true friend among the Gods of Endor, the one who had stood by him when he was nothing but a rising spark.

Loyalty was the one thing that Sunny expected the most from his subordinates, and Sunny would see his friend rise to the peak, even if he had to drag him there by the collar.

"I must depart," Sunny said aloud, his voice regaining its Sovereign weight.

"You ten are merely the first wave. As I find more multiverses, I will continue to seed them with groups of ten gods. You have your orders. Capture this multiverse, and i shall give you another one to conquer"

With a single, effortless Void Step, Sunny vanished. There was no ripple, no flash of light; he simply was no longer there.

The ten gods remained, bowing deeply to the empty void in a final gesture of gratitude before turning toward the glowing stars of the multiverse.

"So," one of the Gods asked, looking toward Zir with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "How do we start? Do we each pick a universe and split up? I’d like to find a world with a lot of oceans."

Zir straightened his back, the goofy daze replaced by a sharp focus. He remembered the private briefings Sunny had given him back in the City of Gods.

"No," Zir commanded. "We don’t split up. Not yet. We are strong, but we aren’t a match to the demon gods. What if a pack of Demon Gods comes out of nowhere? What if we hit a trap?"

He looked at Strategist, who nodded in approval. "We stay together for the first three universes," Zir continued, adding his own tactical layer to Sunny’s plan.

"We pool our Faith to hatch the first batch of Demigods, specialists in infiltration and propaganda. We work as a single fist until our foundation is unbreakable and our names are whispered in every corner of the nearby universes. Only then, when we have the backup, will we divide. Coordination is our greatest hack."

The other seven gods, who had initially doubted Zir’s fitness for leadership, exchanged surprised glances. Slowly, one by one, they nodded. The hierarchy was sealed.

Faraway from the gods and the multiverse they were in, Sunny drifted through the deep void, a faint smile touching his lips. Through Thea’s particles, He saw how Zir took the command over the party.

’He’ll do well,’ Sunny thought. ’The crybaby from old days is finally becoming a Leader of the Gods from Endor.’

He turned his attention back to the path ahead. The distances between multiverses were staggering, vast, empty deserts of Non-Existence, where even light seemed to lose its way.

Because Thea’s particles were only present in his captured territories, Sunny couldn’t simply open a portal to his destination; a portal required an anchor on both ends.

Instead, he relied on Void Steps. Even so, the journey was a test of patience. The only solace was the strange temporal mechanics of his existence.

Because the City of Gods within his soul operated on a time-dilation ten thousand times slower than the external world, his hours of travel were mere minutes for his subjects.

Suddenly, Sunny’s soul hummed. A massive, sudden influx of Faith energy slammed into him, causing him to stumble in mid-air. It wasn’t the usual steady stream; it was a tidal wave of desperate, excited devotion.

"What the hell?" Sunny muttered, steadying himself. He activated his Omniscience, peering back into the City of Gods.

The news of Zir’s Feast had spread like wildfire through the streets of the city of gods. The billions of Gods in the City had seen the golden portal; they had heard the rumors of an entire multiverse being handed over for colonization.

The envy was palpable. But instead of bitterness, it had transformed into a feverish, competitive piety.

Every God in the City was currently on their knees, praying to Sunny with everything they had, hoping to be noticed, hoping to be the next one chosen to lead an External Colony.

Sunny watched them for a moment, seeing the desperation of beings who had been safe for too long and now craved the glory of the frontier. He pretended not to notice the prayers, closing the mental window and continuing his flight.

’Let them stay hungry,’ he thought. ’Ambition is the best fuel for a God.’

Sunny’s plan was built on a cold truth: To truly capture a multiverse and turn it into his territory, more than 50% of its sentient inhabitants had to be his followers.

If Sunny attempted to do this alone, it would be a monumental waste of his time. He was a Emperor. He shouldn’t be spending years convincing a primitive king to change his religion.

By delegating the Faith-Mapping to the Gods, he was effectively outsourcing the most tedious part of his evolution.

There were risks, of course. A group of Demon Gods might stumble upon them. But Sunny was a gambler at heart. He believed Thea would save them before the demon gods could even reach them.

He knew that the 25% Tax he collected from his vassal gods would eventually outweigh any initial losses.

And more importantly, the Faith didn’t actually matter to him as much as the Mass. He only wanted to capture the multiverses, so that the assimilation of his cosmic bloodline could become faster.

’Just you wait, Demon Lords,’ Sunny whispered, his eyes locking onto a shimmering blue barrier in the distance.

’While you hunt for Lom in your dark corners, I am building a reality where your names are forgotten. My blades are being sharpened by the prayers of a billion worlds.’

He stopped before the new barrier. It was thick, pulsating with an energy very familiar to him.

"Multiverse number two," Sunny said, his cosmic hands reaching out to grasp the Law Threads of the barrier. "Let’s see who among the gods is suited for you."