Sunny leaned back into the embrace of his throne, the silence of the palace was a stark contrast to the chaotic growth of his empire.
The holographic report of Veridia still lingered in his mind. The growth was exponential.
With the Miniature God-Maker Realm, the lifeforms under his banner were sprinting through evolution.
They were no longer primitives scraping for survival; they were a civilization of magic and technology.
But as Sunny stared up at the stars of the ceiling, a heavy weight settled in his chest.
"It's not enough," he murmured.
The entire multiverse was being connected by Thea. Interstellar travel was becoming commonplace.
Soon, the strongest mortals from across his territory would flock to Veridia, creating a world of power.
But against the Demon Lords? It was like building a sandcastle to stop a tsunami.
If a full-scale invasion happened, the mortals would be the first to burn. No God or Demigod would have the luxury of protecting them.
