The thought behind forming an alliance, for Sunny, was purely pragmatic and highly profitable.
He wanted to connect with Gods from different worlds who could easily share precious items and knowledge with him for a mutually beneficial profit.
Zir was a pri example of this strategy.
He had given Sunny his only mana vein , which Sunny desperately needed for his own world.
It was a symbiotic exchange, a mutual benefit for both of them.
But the benefit Sunny ultimately got was much more substantial than Zir's.
Next ti, if Zir wanted more Mana Veins, Sunny could easily demand 15,000 Faith points or more for an S-Grade one.
Even with a 10% alliance discount, the profit margin would remain enormous.
Sunny began infusing his world, Veridia, with an SS-Grade mana vein.
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Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
In just a few seconds, Veridia now boasted five colossal SS-Grade mana veins, constantly pumping divine energy into its core.
"No world can compare to my Veridia," Sunny declared, a quiet, confident assertion, "even if there exists a world that can compare, I will surpass them with ease."
He spoke as a matter of fact, already picturing his world's glorious future.
Sunny then slowly descended to the outskirts of the elven forest, his Mask of Cosmos firmly in place.
He noticed the Faith consumption; it was currently at 10 Faith points per second.
"Affordable for now," Sunny murmured to himself, even as he considered the potential future price of descending, knowing it would only increase.
Sunny looked towards the largest tree, a magnificent elder of the forest, observing the many elegant tree houses nestled within its colossal branches.
"I was late, I guess," Sunny said, a hint of amusent in his tone, as he saw the elves who were already guarding their tribe.
These elves were holding rudintary bows and arrows, and so were even clutching knives crafted from sharply chipped stones.
Sunny, a figure of silent, cosmic majesty, walked directly towards the guards.
As the guards gazed into the impossible depths of his eyes, they instinctively bowed, their minds overwheld by the sheer, unyielding power.
Sunny walked directly to what he perceived as the leader's house, a grander tree-dwelling structure.
The leader's will was noticeably higher, stronger than that of the other elves.
He didn't imdiately bow but struggled valiantly, his entire being straining to break free from the invisible compulsion.
But an SS-Grade artifact, forged using the purest divine energy (Faith), was not sothing an ordinary mortal, even an elf leader, could endure for long.
So, in just a few seconds, the leader of the elves, his body trembling, eventually kneeled.
There was no complex concept of language in the elven tribe yet, only simple sounds and gestures.
But due to Sunny's previous subtle interventions, the human tribe had already begun to develop a rudintary language.
The elves, unlike humans, did not choose their leader according to talent or raw strength.
They chose their leader by their innate beauty, thus the leader of this elven tribe was a breathtakingly beautiful young male, still in his early twenties, possessing an ethereal charm that commanded attention.
Though he was chosen primarily for his striking looks, his underlying talent was nothing to scoff at.
His talent was a B-Grade 'Elentalist'.
Through this talent, he could learn any elental magic of B-grade or less with remarkable ease.
But this was not the main, most potent part of his talent.
The primary use of his talent was his innate ability to contract elental spirits, which would, in turn, significantly increase both his physical body and his spiritual power.
For now this talent was useless because of the lack of spirit.
Sunny walked to him, gently lifted him up, and presented him with the manifested bow and arrows.
Sunny also used two Tears of rmaid on the elven leader, directly elevating his talent to a formidable S-Grade.
Then, just as quickly as he had appeared, Sunny vanished.
The leader of the elves felt a profound, new found energy surge into his body, a divine essence that cleansed every fiber of his being.
He felt his body brimming with unprecedented power, his mind crystal clear and acutely aware.
Sunny then precisely teleported near the human settlent, he directly teleported inside Thorn's cave.
Thorn was currently holding his twenty-first child, a tiny, squalling bundle.
Sunny looked at the talent of this newborn and gasped in his mind, a rare display of surprise.
"S-Grade Super Strength?"
"Congratulations, Thorn," Sunny said, his gaze fixed on the infant cradled in Thorn's arms.
Thorn imdiately kneeled on the ground, his precious baby clutched safely.
"This child is blessed with Super Strength. Make sure to raise it well," Sunny instructed, his voice resonating with divine authority.
He didn't comnt further on the incredible S-Grade talent.
Instead, he directly gave Thorn nine more spears, ten swords, ten shields, and ten sets of bows and arrows.
To ensure understanding, he manifested a doll and carefully controlled it, demonstrating the basic use of swords and bows.
All nine of the additional spears, swords, shields, and sets of bows and arrows were of A-Grade, representing a significant upgrade for the tribe.
He also included one S-Grade sword, one S-Grade Shield, and one S-Grade bow.
He didn't simply give all ten S-grade weapons at once, as he didn't want to cause any internal strife or revolt within any of his tribes.
Thus, the leader should possess absolute, undeniable strength, especially in the earlier generations of the tribe, to maintain control and order.
Sunny still had more than 20,000 Faith points remaining, and he didn't want to just leave Veridia imdiately.
He started manifesting many more Tears of rmaid and nurous other weapons, taking advantage of the accelerated ti.
Because of the 10,000x ti flow on Veridia compared to the God Space, manifesting items here was 10,000 tis faster than when he manifested them in his tranquil God Space.
After using 10,000 more Faith points in a rapid flurry of creation and distribution, Sunny finally teleported back to his God Space.
Sunny now had approximately 10,000 Faith points left, which he carefully saved for unforeseen ergencies.
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