Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 4: Ch 4 : Misfortune

Only half an hour had passed since Veridia's magnificent debut.

Within the world's own timeframe, this amounted to roughly 208 days, a considerable duration for emerging organisms.

Sunny frowned while pondering the difference. "I truly envy Kairos's ability," he whispered under his breath.

"In his realm, more than 2,000 days would have elapsed already.

Thanks to godly actions, the development and faith points are bound to skyrocket." The massive time edge seemed impossible to overcome.

Meanwhile, in Veridia, a subtle conflict brewed under the ocean surface.

Vast, lively algae groups encountered their initial survival threat.

Aggressive predatory algae drove their weaker relatives toward total wipeout.

However, evolution, always ingenious, ignited an amazing countermeasure.

Types of algae that captured light, those feeding on nutrients from dissolved earth, and varieties suited to the young sea's unique environment banded together.

In an epic advancement, they created Veridia's inaugural multicellular algae.

[Congratulations God Cosmos for the first multicellular life in your world!]

A broad smile crossed Sunny's face as the alert appeared, filling him with victory.

This marked real advancement, solid and important. "It won't be long before I get arthropods too," he laughed, recalling Kairos's bragging. "Maybe in an hour or so."

Based on his mental timer, still aligned with his personal sense of time, he figured when the next big change might occur.

Sunny glanced at his status screen. His faith points had evened out and reached a solid total of 10.

Eager to build on this momentum, Sunny performed two quick godly acts.

Spending 2 faith points, he gently reduced the sea's resources, heightening the pressure for the multicellular sea creatures to evolve further.

Next, investing more substantially, he directed 4 faith points to boost nutrients on the fresh land areas.

His aim was straightforward: to lure the tiny algae cells, and shortly the emerging multicellular ones, toward the shore to develop into primitive fungi or plants, paving the way for life on land.

Having launched his celestial efforts for the near term, Sunny stepped back from watching Veridia closely and accessed the God Chat.

"Sigh! I'm really bored now. Watching algae expand was exciting initially, but it's become repetitive," posted a God called 'Black Tongue', voicing a feeling shared by many once the excitement faded.

Right then, a terrifying System alert echoed across the globe, visible to every God at once.

[Global Notification]

[All Gods! Each day brings one major calamity to your world.]

[It might involve plagues, catastrophes, or various mystical woes.]

[Deaths from Misfortune yield no faith points.]

[Gods can spend Faith points to avert the calamity.]

[Prepare yourselves, Gods!]

The chat burst into a storm of angry posts.

"Blast you, Black Tongue!" one God wrote, with many more piling on, accusing the idle God of jinxing them.

"Ease up, everyone! I believe this feature stops lazy Gods without any creatures," suggested a level-headed participant.

"I side with the God above," another added, providing a thoughtful yet disturbing rationale. "By energy conservation laws, our transfer from Blue Star demands huge power.

Turning us into Gods, basically eternal beings, costs even more. This power gets recovered via misfortunes, whether through deaths or payments from us Gods."

"So we're basically farm animals? Just for harvesting faith or energy?" a hopeless voice asked.

"What were you on Blue Planet, upstairs? Likely a farm animal yourself. For me, this is fresh existence; better to reign as a God here than starve there." This harsh, stark honesty hushed the discussion. It hit hard, suggesting their old lives were equally like "livestock."

Yet the quiet didn't last, broken by a known, frantic call. "Big shots, don't overlook little old me. I was close to getting life forms just by waiting. But a day equals around 27 years (on my planet), and lacking godly help, that's too short for any evolution. How do I handle calamities?" The twist was biting; what harm could a calamity do to an empty world?

"What kind of calamity hits you anyway? No life means plagues and disasters do nothing," a God shot back, underscoring the bleak truth of having zero stakes. The chat fell silent once more, steeped in deep, philosophical hush.

Sunny let out a grim laugh, enjoying the twisted humor from afar. This calamity alert was a harsh curveball, injecting fresh tension and haste into their divine roles.

He spotted the active Gods count: around 300,000. "System, why only 300,000 here from Blue Planet's 8 billion?" he asked, puzzled by the gap.

[This Universe holds just 300,000 Gods. The rest exist in Separate Universes.]

Sunny's eyes grew wide, a icy realization gripping his godly mind. "So eventually, Gods will fight over space to dominate the entire universe?" he deduced, facing a dark truth.

He'd vaguely sensed this from the beginning, hinted in the "Multiverse of Gods" concept, but the pressing duty of fostering life had sidelined thoughts of vast, cosmic battles.

With the universe now revealed as limited and shared, the ultimate contest was underway.

Thriving meant more than advancing his realm; it required gearing up for unavoidable, heavenly wars.