The entire city had turned into an ocean of bodies. Hundreds of thousands crowded the streets around the main temple, while millions more gathered in the churches erected in every region under Jax's domain. Not a single soul remained at home, not a single business was open, no field was worked, no animal grazed untended. On that day, everything had stopped, because the God of Dreams had announced that something great would happen.

The silence was almost absolute, broken only by the restrained breathing of the crowd. The reverence was so deep because, in just one month, the world had changed in a radical way. Thieves had vanished like a plague exterminated; murderers were found decapitated, their heads impaled on spikes outside the city; rapists, castrated and with their own severed cocks stuffed into their mouths, were left impaled through their asses in the middle of the squares.

No one dared to challenge the will of the God of Dreams. No one wanted to test the patience of the shadow that watched from above. And for the first time in generations, peace reigned in absolute form.

Merchants traded at fair prices, and in just days almost the entire population had escaped poverty. Streets once filled with misery were now alive with families who ate without hunger and dressed without rags. Missionaries preached on every corner, proclaiming that the reward would soon come, that those who gave would receive multiplied, that faith would be paid in abundance.

And on that day… everyone believed the time had arrived.

A trembling murmur rippled through the crowd as the gigantic golden statues began to shine. Their eyes lit up like burning suns, and before everyone's stunned gaze, the colossal figures moved. Rigid arms of metal extended, heads slowly turned, and the ground shook under their impossible steps.

Panic swept through the streets like lightning. Mothers clutched their children, merchants fell to their knees, and many screamed believing the end of the world had come. But the priests and missionaries raised their hands to the sky, proclaiming in firm voices:

"Do not fear! It is the God of Dreams Himself who manifests!"

The chaos died instantly. One by one, all knelt until the entire city bowed before the living statues. Then, Jax's voice thundered in their minds, deep, dark, irresistible.

"I am pleased with your work… and with your faith. You have proven loyalty, and for that, all of you shall be rewarded."

The statues extended their hands. A golden glow descended over the crowd and over all the regions where temples had been raised. Within seconds, diseases vanished, wounds healed, the blind opened their eyes, and the lame walked. In the fields, the soil burst with unnatural vigor, trees bent under the weight of their fruit, and animals grew fat, strong, and powerful.

But the most shocking decree was the last one:

"Today I declare a new mandate from the heavens. All women shall be fertile, without exception. And by my word, you must surrender to desire, to frenzy, to pleasure. Your wombs shall be filled, and your children will no longer be of mortal men, but children of the God of Dreams."

The silence broke into hysterical cries. No one doubted, no one questioned. It was divine will. The priests and priestesses had been prepared for that moment, and they were the first to obey, stripping naked in front of everyone and surrendering in a carnal act that unleashed frenzy.

The orgy spread like fire in the forest. Thousands, then tens of thousands, and finally millions gave themselves to the divine command. Streets, plazas, temples, fields… every corner of Jax's dominion turned into an altar of flesh and pleasure.

For seven days and seven nights, every woman of childbearing age received seed, regardless of condition or complexion. There was no distinction between noble and commoner, rich or poor, young or mature. All became vessels of the God of Dreams.

Faith was a torrent. A tsunami that struck directly at Jax's core, who from his golden throne absorbed it all with a smile. Power flowed into him like never before. His stats skyrocketed, and before his eyes, his experience hit the very edge of the limit.

[Exp: 99.99% — Level 98 → Level 99 imminent.]

Just as he had planned. Faith and sex… the perfect combination to shatter all barriers.

Inside the cathedral, Jax sat upon his golden throne. The radiance of power bathed him completely, while Seraphina knelt before him, her face buried in his lap, devouring his cock with lust, her lips worshiping him with every movement.

Jax leaned his head back, letting out a deep, guttural laugh. The torrent of faith, multiplied by millions of believers surrendering to frenzy, coursed through him like a river of fire. Every second, his experience climbed higher, brushing against the limit of the unimaginable.

Around him, the 120 women of the council watched in silence. None averted their gaze; all of them desired him, all of them longed to feel what Seraphina received at that moment. But they knew their place. They were the hands and voice of Jax in the world, and their duty was to administer the glory he poured out.

One of them stepped forward, bowing her head.

"My lord… the reports are clear. The region has exceeded all expectations. The people have prospered, and now every believer has become a warrior."

Another added, her voice trembling:

"The greater their fervor in faith, the more power they receive from you, my lord. The people know it, and they crave it. They want to fight in your name. They want war."

Jax opened his eyes and smiled cruelly. Seraphina's tongue still licked, her throat swallowed each thrust of his cock, and yet, he could hear every word of the council with perfect clarity.

The region pulsed not only with power, but also with hatred.

Hatred for the marine tribes, who had massacred them during the war.

Hatred for the Soaring Dragon Kingdom, who had sealed their borders and retreated a hundred kilometers during the treaty, abandoning their people like cattle.

Hatred for every race that had despised them.

And beyond, at the borders, greater enemies awaited.

The Lion King of Beasts, with his savage armies.

The Titan King of Stone, colossal and relentless.

And the Demon King of the Abyss, whose very name was enough to freeze the blood of mortals.

Jax clenched his jaw as a burst of power surged through him, and Seraphina gagged, choking on his cock. Her hands clutched his thighs as she received the divine essence that marked her both as slave and high priestess.

He smiled, his eyes burning with power.

"Millions of believers… millions of soldiers," he whispered. "The board is ready. And I am the only one who can move the pieces."

The cathedral shook with the roar of the crowd outside, and Jax's dark laughter echoed, proclaiming that war was not far away.

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