"I know what kind of… God… you are, Cosmos," Adam said, dragging the word 'God' out with a teasing, cynical emphasis.

He had spent the last few centuries in Sunny's territory; first in Veridia, then the God space, then the Heaven realm; and he had been a active consumer of the services in Sunny's system.

He had played the games, read the novels, and watched the endless, chaotic chatter of the God Chat.

He had seen the system, the microtransactions, the tiered privileges, the non-stop, perfectly engineered streams of income.

"In the old era," Adam continued, a reminiscent smile on his face, "I had a friend. The God of Business and Wealth. A brilliant mind, truly. He forged empires on contracts and built palaces from the interest on his loans. He was, without a doubt, the most shamelessly opportunistic being in the multiverse." Adam leaned in, his smile widening. "But you, my friend… you would have made him weep with envy."

Sunny, his posture the very picture of indifference, simply inclined his head. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Of course you don't," Adam chuckled. "But your faith reserves just took a hit that would have killed a lesser god a thousand times over. Your wallet is empty. So, I must ask: what grand, fiendishly profitable plan are you concocting to resolve that? I know you are not the type to sit idly by."

Sunny's cosmic mask turned, the swirling galaxies of his eyes seeming to focus on Adam. "I haven't thought too much about it," he said, his voice casual, "I should have a few hundred trillion faith back in my reserves within the next half-hour or so."

Adam, who had just been taking a sip of his drink, choked. He sputtered, a nebula of divine energy erupting from his mouth as he coughed.

"A few hundred trillion?" he wheezed, his eyes wide. "In half an hour? The tournament is over, Cosmos! What in the name of the Void are you planning to do, sell your other kidney?"

Sunny's only reply was a mysterious, silent tilt of his head. He looked out into the vastness of his subspace, at the billions of worlds and the quadrillions of lifeforms now under his protection.

The current time flow in Veridia, the realm of advancement and the small universe was ten thousand times, which was given by Adam.

It was more like the God space was ten thousand times slower but it's the same thing in the end.

The time of all the territory under Sunny was synced, and it would have taken 3.5 days for the cooldown of his innate talent to end.

"It's time for an upgrade for the entire territory" Sunny murmured. He stood, his cosmic robe swirling, and raised his hand.

He was not just a God; he was the Emperor of this multiverse, and it was time to change the very laws of his domain.

He gathered his will, his divine power, and his mastery over the Laws of Time onto his world.

A wave of 5 trillion of faith, erupted from him. It was a silent, beautiful, and utterly profound wave that washed over his entire territory.

It passed over Veridia, over the new, small universe, and even over the colossal, million-world expanse of the Realm of Advancement.

The very heartbeat of his empire, the fundamental rhythm of its existence, skipped a beat… and then began to pulse at a new, impossibly fast tempo.

The time flow, which had been ten thousand times faster than the God's space, was now so fast that a century, the agonizingly long cooldown for his Skill-Resonance talent, would now pass in a mere eight godly hours like it used to be in Veridia, but now the whole territory of Sunny was under this effect.

But as he felt the new, accelerated flow of time settle, he also felt a new, immediate problem, a problem he had, of course, entirely anticipated.

A subtle, mischievous grin spread behind his mask.

Across his empire, six billion Gods suddenly found themselves… blind. Their divine senses, which could once perceive every leaf and every stone on their home worlds, were now hopelessly out of sync. To them, their planets, now moving at a speed which was blue to them.

"Oh dear," Sunny said to Adam, his voice dripping with false concern. "It seems my little upgrade has created an unforeseen side effect. My poor, subordinate Gods can no longer perceive their own worlds. How will they manage it now?"

Adam just stared at him, his mouth agape, as he watched Sunny's other hand already manipulating Thea's system.

"Thea," Sunny commanded, his voice now crisp and professional, "prepare a new, item for the Cosmic Shop. We will call it the 'Imperial Perception Filter.' A small, insignificant blessing of God's Eye, an item that will allow our valued customers to once again perceive their worlds at the new, accelerated speed. A bargain, really."

Adam just shook his head, a single, stunned laugh escaping his lips. "You are truly the most shameless God I have ever met, Cosmos."

"And Thea," Sunny added, completely ignoring him, "prepare a new live broadcast for the 'fun activity' I promised the mortals. It's time to give them a real show."

Far away, in another multiverse, in a reality that ran on the laws of cultivation, two figures of immense, oppressive power floated above a world of breathtaking beauty.

Tall mountains pierced a sky so clear it looked like polished jade, and wide rivers snaked through verdant, untouched plains.

But the two figures were not admiring the scenery. They were furious.

"I don't know where that newborn God is hiding, Ichor," Maledictus said, her voice a low, frustrated hiss. "We have searched this entire multiverse for years. He is not here."

"He has to be here!" Ichor, the Lord of Corrosion, snarled, his rage causing the beautiful rivers below to bubble and hiss, the water turning a sickly, acidic green.

"His father, with his dying, pathetic shriek, insisted he had left, that he had gone in search of someone stronger. He was lying!"

"He wasn't," Maledictus replied coolly. "He truly believed it. This Cai Zhen, this new God, has simply… vanished. He has left his home reality."

"So what now?!" Ichor roared, his anger making the very universe around them tremble. "We are to search the infinite multiverses for one small, cultivation-obsessed fry? When we don't even know which direction he went in?" He raised a hand, his corrosive power gathering, ready to melt the beautiful world below out of sheer, spiteful frustration.

"Contain your anger, you brute," Maledictus snapped. "Destroying this world is a waste of energy." She turned, her gaze already fixed on a new, distant reality. "We head to the Zerg multiverse. It is time we corrected an old, lingering mistake."

"The insects?" Ichor scoffed. "Why? They are annoying, yes, but they are contained. Send a few demon gods. That will be more than enough to crush those little bugs."

"That is where you are wrong," Maledictus said, her voice dropping, losing all its melodic quality, replaced by a cold chill. "Two new Gods have been born in the insect race."

Ichor's dismissive laughter died in his throat.

"And that," Maledictus continued, "is not all. These new Gods, they have done something that the old Zerg Emperor never could. They have found a way to break the barrier of their home multiverse. They are spreading. And they have already infested a new, neighboring reality."

"They are taking our territories?" Ichor's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "They are killing our farm animals?"

For the Demon Lords, all other races were just that; livestock, a crop to be farmed for fear, despair, and chaos.

"It gets worse," Maledictus said, her voice now barely a whisper. "The multiverse they have just invaded… it belongs to the God of Resources."

Ichor, the Lord of Corrosion, a being who had fought Void-born and laughed in the face of Adam, gulped.

The color drained from his horrifying face. His mind, against his will, flashed back to a memory from an age long past, a memory he had buried deep in his consciousness.

A memory of another insect God, an ancient, endlessly-evolving horror that had killed him. Not once. Not a dozen times.

But thousands of times, his Corrosion useless against a being that could adapt and evolve faster than he could destroy it. It was the only being in the multiverse that had ever made him feel fear, apart from Adam offcourse.

And now, a new generation of that same, crawling blight… had just found a mine of infinite resources.

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