It was the 17th hour of the 8th day since Sunny had ascended to godhood, and the world of Veridia was thriving in ways he had never imagined.
It wasn’t rely flourishing with one or two races, but a vibrant tapestry of many, each with their own unique benefits and inherent shortcomings.
With the addition of mana veins, countless new talents specifically for magic began to appear.
Concurrently, technological advancents spurred the ergence of talents rooted in technology.
The Divine Library, which held the collective knowledge of billions of worlds, was a wellspring of innovation.
Though it expanded day by day, Isiah and Thea managed its complexity with effortless efficiency.
Daily, one or two souls from Veridia were summoned to the subspace where the divine realm resided, where they absorbed vast amounts of knowledge useful for their world.
Through these new systems, talents in the fields of science also began to make a powerful appearance in Veridia.
As Veridia expanded and strengthened in both his ho world and the Realm of Advancent, the dangers increased in equal asure.
The ever-growing presence of Veridia in the Realm of Advancent had not gone unnoticed, and many demon empires had begun to launch attacks.
But this opposition only served to fuel the motivation to Sunny’s lifeforms.
The new life forms born in Veridia were increasingly endowed with innate fighting talents, turning every confrontation into a crucible of growth.
Veridia was now playing on a grand scale, excelling in both magical and technological fields, supported by many races, nurous demigods, and a powerful God they all called Cosmos.
Among all of Sunny’s demigods, the most unburdened was currently Cerberus.
He simply road Veridia and the Realm of Advancent, a silent, nacing shadow.
At present, none of Sunny’s life forms were truly wicked; the population was still small, and the demigods kept a watchful eye on everyone.
But Sunny knew that as the population swelled in the future, the number of wicked and evil people would inevitably rise.
Perhaps then, Cerberus would finally have his hands full.
All the other demigods were occupied with their duties.
Nova was busy defending Veridia, her ti acceleration magic a constant hum in the background of their existence.
Umbra was stationed in the Realm of Advancent, a stealthy protector against any possible danger to the new life forms.
Shenlong, anwhile, was diligently working to save races scattered across the Realm of Advancent, leading them back to Veridia with the guidance of the Hope Butterfly.
Loki, on the other hand, was currently in a demonic empire.
He was working as the butler of a higher-tier demon demigod, a creature far beyond his current power.
Loki had used his formidable disguise talent to turn into the butler of this DemiGod, and had been stuck with this particular fiend for over a month.
"Oh, master, help ," Loki’s constant ntal ssages were filled with a mixture of exasperation and genuine despair.
Sunny’s reply was casual and amused. "Well, who told you to dive so deep into a demon empire? I already warned you, but you didn’t listen."
"Master, I was wrong! Please, send brother Shenlong or sister Nova!" Loki pleaded, desperately wanting to leave the hellhole he had gotten himself into.
"I believe in your disguise. Just stay there for a few more months as your punishnt. I will send Nova to help you after that," Sunny replied, cutting off the ntal connection.
He wasn’t worried about Loki.
As One of his clones was constantly watching over the mischievous demigod.
If anything truly happened, Nova could imdiately use her ti and space laws to teleport to the empire and help him.
Sunny then added a new item to the demigods’ System Shop, a masterstroke he had been conceptualizing for a while.
The item was:
[Talent Na: Blessings]
Grade: SS
Description: The demigods can bless their life forms. The blessings will be a talent of the demigod. It would require rit points to give blessings to the life forms.
Cost: 1 billion rits]
Note : if you don’t understand what it ans is, the talents of Demigods can be given to the lifeforms as blessings, but they need to first buy this talent and then further use their rit points to give their blessing to a lifeform.
Every demigod of a race felt an imdiate, primal need to acquire this talent.
They were constantly competing with the other races, and the ability to give a permanent version of their talent to a life form using rits was a powerful, practical tool.
And currently, earning rits was relatively easy for them.
Nova only needed to protect Veridia; the more demons she killed, the higher her bonus.
Umbra’s rits were tied to her success in protecting the life forms in the Realm of Advancent.
Shenlong’s rits were directly related to the amount of faith he generated and the number of life forms he brought to Veridia.
Loki, well... he was earning rits by infiltrating and gathering intelligence from the demonic empire.
Thea, as Sunny’s secretary and the system that kept her eyes on the entire multiverse, didn’t require rits; she had special privileges to ask for anything from Sunny.
Isiah earned rits by taking care of the library and summoning the souls of life forms every now and then.
Cerberus earned rits by confining and torturing the souls of evil and wicked life forms.
As for the demigods of the races, they earned rits if any of their race developed a new technology or magical technique, fueling an internal competition that benefited everyone.
Now, Sunny just needed to wait for a demigod to earn 1 billion faith points and buy this talent.
Until then, he decided to play so gas with Zir, Nyx, and Reflection.
Since the ti on Veridia was currently 10x accelerated, Sunny could copy his next talent at the end of the 8th day.
From then on, he could copy three talents a day at eight-hour intervals.
Playing gas with his friends was a way for him to feel like he was back on his old blue planet, a brief escape from the weight of godhood.
After playing for four hours, he decided to go through so books to get cool and overpowered ideas for his future demigods.
As Sunny opened the application for novels, he was astounded to find that most of the new novels currently had more than 100 Chapters.
That wasn’t the end of it, though.
Many gods who, like Sunny, enjoyed reading novels were now using their faith points to provide system points for the authors.
This, in turn, generated another wave of faith points for Sunny.
He smiled, realizing that his little side-project was not only entertaining bored gods but also creating a self-sustaining ecosystem of creative energy that directly translated into power for him.
The God Chat was a testant to his success, overflowing with discussions about the novels and the generosity of God Cosmos.
Sunny was not just a God of a world; he was becoming a God of entertainnt, and the multiverse was loving it.
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