Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 363: Ch 363 : Exponential Expansion

"Boss," Zir murmured, his voice sounding fragile against the vastness of the void. "Even if all ten of us put in the effort until the stars finally fade, it would take billions of years to gain control over this place. We are looking at a multiverse filled with billions of individual universes. Even if we miraculously subdued one universe annually—which is an impossible speed—we would still be occupied by the time our own DemiGods on our home worlds evolved into full Gods."

He began ticking off numbers on his fingers, his lips murmuring silently as he grappled with astronomical calculations. For any deity accustomed to governing only a handful of planets, the sheer scale of a multiverse felt like a drowning abyss.

Sunny, who remained suspended before them in his partially semi-transparent Nihilium form, tilted his head. A gentle, resonant laugh emanated from his chest.

"You are viewing this like an average God, Zir. You are observing the ascent from the base of the peak without realizing that the peak itself is expanding beneath your feet."

Stepping closer, Sunny revealed eyes that sparkled with the mysteries of the Cosmos, "When you capture a single world, your Faith output doubles. Once you claim an entire system, that yield quadruples. It is a geometric progression; a cascade of growth."

"As your following grows, the speed at which you infiltrate the next plane does not just append, it multiplies. Eventually, you will be harvesting millions of billions of Faith points every hour. At that stage, conquering an entire universe will be but a single day’s task."

Zir furrowed his brow, still harborning doubts. "But we are only ten entities, Emperor. Regardless of the Faith we amass in our vaults, we cannot exist everywhere simultaneously. We cannot personally descend into every tavern and sanctuary across billions of light-years to manifest our divinity. Influence is hardly the same as presence."

Beside him, Strategist let out a light, dry cough. A thin, knowing smirk appeared on his face as he scanned the other nine gods. "Zir, my friend... you are failing to appreciate the genius of the Divine Embryos."

Strategist’s tone softened into a low, conspiratorial whisper. "With the level of Faith the Emperor is describing, we won't need to be everywhere at once. We will possess the resources to create a new Divine Embryo every single day."

"We will hatch Demigods by the hundreds, and eventually by the thousands. We will raise an army of sub-deities, messengers, architects, and paladins to act as our eyes and hands. We are the Kings; they are the pieces on our board. The rest... well, you can comprehend the speed of a spreading plague, can you not?"

Zir’s eyes widened. The mental image of a literal factory of Demigods, swarming across the universes like a golden tide, finally shattered his earlier confusion.

His jaw slackened, and his expression replaced by one of dazed, greedy fascination.

"Oh my god, you look like a fool... close your mouth," Sunny’s voice rang sharply and mockingly inside Zir’s skull.

Zir snapped his jaws shut with a click, flushing as he wiped a stray droplet of moisture from his chin. "I apologize, Boss! The figures… they just became a bit overwhelming for a moment!"

Sunny sighed internally. "Did I truly misjudge making this glutton responsible for strategic expansion?" he wondered.

The doubt lasted only a second. Zir was his first genuine friend among the Gods of Endor, standing by him back when he was nothing but a flickering spark.

Loyalty was the trait Sunny valued above all else in his subordinates, and he was determined to see his friend reach the pinnacle, even if he had to drag him there.

"I must take my leave," Sunny declared aloud, his voice regaining its Sovereign authority.

"You ten are merely the vanguard. As I discover further multiverses, I will seed them with additional groups of ten gods. You have your instructions. Subjugate this multiverse, and I shall provide another for you to tame."

With a singular, fluid Void Step, Sunny vanished. There was no disturbance, no flare of brilliance; he simply ceased to be present.

The ten gods remained, bowing deeply to the empty void in a final act of reverence before turning their gaze toward the shimmering stars of the multiverse.

"So," one of the Gods inquired, eyeing Zir with a blend of curiosity and doubt. "How do we begin? Must we each select a universe and isolate ourselves? I personally would prefer to locate a world with vast oceans."

Zir straightened his posture, his goofy demeanor replaced by intense focus. He recalled the private briefings Sunny had shared back in the City of Gods.

"Negative," Zir barked. "We do not split up. Not yet. We possess strength, but we are no match for Demon Gods. What if a pack arrives out of nowhere? What if we fall into a trap?"

He glanced at Strategist, who nodded in support. "We remain united for the first three universes," Zir continued, adding his own tactical layer to Sunny’s grand strategy.

"We pool our combined Faith to hatch the first wave of Demigods, those specialized in infiltration and propaganda. We function as a single fist until our foothold is insurmountable and our titles are whispered in every corner of the neighboring universes. Only then, once we have sufficient backup, will we divide. Coordination is our most potent tool."

The other seven gods, who had initially questioned Zir’s leadership, exchanged surprised glances. One by one, they nodded in agreement. The hierarchy was firmly established.

Far from the gods and the multiverse they occupied, Sunny drifted through the deep void, a faint smile gracing his lips. Through Thea’s particles, he witnessed Zir assuming command over the group.

"He will excel," Sunny mused. "The crybaby from the old days is finally evolving into a true Leader of the Gods from Endor."

He refocused on the path ahead. The gulf between multiverses was staggering— vast, hollow deserts of Non-Existence where even light seemed to lose its way.

Since Thea’s particles were restricted to his conquered territories, Sunny could not simply open a portal to his destination; portals required anchors on both sides.

Instead, he utilized Void Steps. Even so, the journey demanded immense patience. His only comfort was the peculiar temporal physics of his existence.

Because the City of Gods within his soul functioned at a time-dilation ten thousand times slower than the outer realm, his travel hours were but fleeting moments for his subjects.

Abruptly, Sunny’s soul pulsed. A massive, sudden surge of Faith energy slammed into him, nearly forcing him to stumble. It was no longer the steady stream of before; it was a tidal wave of desperate, frantic devotion.

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

The news regarding Zir’s progress had traveled like wildfire through the streets of the city. The billions of Gods dwelling there had witnessed the golden portal; they had heard whispers of an entire multiverse surrendered for colonization.

The envy was undeniable. Yet, rather than breeding bitterness, it had ignited a feverish, competitive piety.

Every God in the city was currently knelt, offering prayers to Sunny with all their might, vying to be noticed, praying to be the next chosen for an External Colony.

Sunny observed them briefly, noting the desperation of beings who had been safe for too long and now craved the glory of the frontier. He feigned ignorance of their prayers, closing the mental gateway and persisting in his flight.

"Let them hunger," he thought. "Ambition remains the finest fuel for a God."

Sunny’s grand scheme rested on a cold reality: To fully claim a multiverse as his territory, over 50% of its sentient population had to be his followers.

If Sunny attempted this solo, it would be a colossal misuse of his time. He was an Emperor. He should not spend years persuading primitive kings to alter their worship.

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

Risks existed, certainly. Demon Gods might stumble upon them. However, Sunny was a gambler at heart. He trusted that Thea would shield them long before the Demon Gods could close the distance.

He knew the 25% Tax he levied from his vassal gods would eventually dwarf any early losses.

Most importantly, the Faith held far less value to him than the actual Mass of the civilizations. He sought to capture these multiverses to accelerate the assimilation of his cosmic bloodline.

"Just you wait, Demon Lords," Sunny whispered, pinning his gaze on a shimmering blue barrier in the distance.

"While you hunt for Lom in your dark corners, I am forging a reality where your very names are erased. My blades are being tempered by the prayers of a billion worlds."

He came to a halt before the new barrier. It was thick, pulsating with an energy intimately familiar to him.

"Multiverse number two," Sunny declared, his cosmic hands reaching out to grasp the Law Threads of the barrier. "Let us see which of the gods is worthy of tempering you."