Chapter 290: Ch 290 : Unexpected Luck

"What?"Sunny’s exclamation echoed through the vastness of the Throne Room, bouncing off the pillars.

He sat up straight, his hands gripping the armrests of his throne, his eyes wide behind his mask.

He was waiting for the drain of 110 Quadrillion faith. An amount so big that would make any God explode with envy.

He had braced himself for emptying most of his faith reserves, to create the two new clones with this new talent of Soul-Cloning.

But nothing happened.

Well, not nothing. There were changes, certainly.

The first sensation was disorienting but familiar. His vision was cracked and divided, or rather we should say it multiplied.

Suddenly, he wasn’t just seeing the throne room from his Throne. He was also seeing it from two other distinct points standing directly in front of his throne.

He could see himself sitting on the throne, confused from this strange event happening.

This was Split Vision.

He was used to this. With his other three clones; Creator, War, and Destroyer. He had grown accustomed to processing four visions simultaneously.

With a simple mental command, he could change his focus on any vision he wants, bringing one view to the forefront while hiding the others to the background, like minimizing windows on a computer screen.

He can also control these clones the same way. He can control any clone he wants, be it distinctly or at the same time.

But no, the disorientation or control wasn’t the issue. The issue was the Faith consumption.

He could feel it, the faith that was being used was no where near 110 Quadrillion.

He tried to feel his body again, to sense if what he was sensing was correct or not.

"The cost..." Sunny whispered, his voice rising in disbelief. "It wasn’t 110 Quadrillion."

"One Million" Sunny laughed, a sound that made the entire palace shake with joy. "I just created two god-tier clones for the price of one million and one hundred thousand faith?"

He quickly deduced the logic behind this phenomenon. The laws had categorized Soul-Cloning as an entirely new talent.

The cost counter from his old Cloning talent had been discarded. Because this was a new SSS-Grade ability born from resonance, the pricing structure had reset.

It was a loophole. A glitch in the laws, that only someone with Skill-Resonance like Sunny could exploit. And Sunny was going to exploit it more and more, he needed to chose the next talent such that it resonates with his existing talents.

"If the price is now back to a million..." Sunny’s grin widened, looking like a shark that had scented blood in the water. "Doesn’t that mean I can buy in bulk?"

He did the mental math instantly.....10 Million, 100 Million, 1 Billion..... 10 quadrillion and then 100 quadrillion.

Meaning he could create 11 new clones with souls.

"Let’s do it," Sunny said, his voice booming with authority and his hands raised once again to process the huge amount of faith.

He didn’t hesitate. He poured his faith into the Soul-Cloning talent, opening the floodgates.

WHOOSH. WHOOSH. WHOOSH.

The air in the Throne Room twisted. Space folded in on itself, weaving Sunny’s faith into physical matter.

One by one, figures materialized on the obsidian floor.

They were tall, shrouded in the same cosmic mystery as Sunny. They all looked like Sunny, but naked.

They stood perfectly still, their eyes locking onto the main body on the throne.

Suddenly, Sunny’s mind exploded, as his is vision was multipled into 11 new points.

These 11 new viewpoints flooded his consciousness. He saw the ceiling, the floor, the throne, and his own face from these different angles simultaneously.

For any other God, this overload would have resulted in insanity. But Sunny possessed Divine Intuition and Divine Comprehension. His mind expanded, effortlessly, taking care of all the new inputs.

He took a deep breath. The sensation was intoxicating. He felt... omnipresent.

"Sixteen," Sunny whispered, his voice echoed by the thirteen new figures standing before him.

He now possessed 16 Soul Clones (The 3 Originals + 13 New Ones). These were his Avatars, beings capable of independent thought, growth, and most importantly, Revival. If they died in the outer multiverse, they could be revived back in city of Gods.

And apart from these 16 Clones with souls, there were 11 clones without soul too. Though they were currently busy in the God-Maker realm learning the law of manifestation.

"Perfect," Sunny declared, standing up.

He looked at his new army.

The Soulless Clones will be handling the inner workings of Sunny’s Territory, like inspecting worlds or learning new laws.

They would be kept forever in the safety of the Sunny’s god’s domain, as they are not immortal, if they die they will be dead forever and Sunny would be losing a large amount of faith.

On the other hand, the clones with souls will be the conquerors. They will be the explorer.

The Multiverse is vast, and Thea cannot reach everywhere until she becomes a God, this is where these Clones will be used.

He began to assign tasks mentally, he decided to use 8 Clones to conquer the multiverse of Gods, and the remaining 8 to spread faith in outer multiverses, expanding Sunny’s Territory both on the inside and the outside.

"Go," Sunny commanded.

The thirteen clones turned towards the exit in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, as they vanished into the vastness of the palace.

They were him, and he was them. There was no need for farewells.

Alone again on the Throne. Sunny sat back down, the silence returning. But his mood was too good, thus he wasn’t able to just sit on his throne.

"This... this calls for a celebration," Sunny murmured, tapping his chin. "I just multiplied my influence by thriteen-fold. I feel generous."

He looked at his reserves. Still 43 Quadrillion faith was left. The expenditure was costly but his faith reserves were still filled to spend some of it.

He thought about his Children, the millions of Demigods, living in Veridia, fighting in the arenas, researching in the labs, and governing the conquered worlds.

They were the future gods of his empire, thus they need something to help them reach that goal faster.

"Thea," Sunny called out, his voice light and happy.

[Yes, Master?]

"It’s Santa time" Sunny thought, and immediately ordered "Transfer 1 Billion Merits to every single Demigod created by me."

Thea paused. Calculating the amount of faith it will require to do so.

[Master, do you mean only the Demigods of Veridia?]

"No," Sunny laughed. "I mean everyone. Every Demigod created by me or the Creator. And also the Demigod like Light, Ragnok, and Medusa. Every single one."

[Master, there are currently over 100 Million Demigods, both created by you and Master Creator. A transfer of 1 Billion Merits to each would result in a total of 100 Quadrillion Merits.]

Thea’s voice carried a rare note of concern. She was Sunny’s accountant and assistant, and hearing "100 Quadrillion" was a lot of faith.

She knew her master do possess this much faith, but she also saw him create 13 clonesns out of nowhere, thus she knew that he had just spent so much faith.

"Do it," Sunny dismissed her worry with a wave.

He understood the economics better than the she did.

To the Demigods, Merits were currency. They used them to buy skills, artifacts and bless the lifeforms.

But to Sunny? Merits were just imaginary numbers he controlled.

When a Demigod spent 1 Billion Merits to buy a Divine Sword from the System shop, what did it cost Sunny?

Did it cost him Faith? No.

It costed mana, from the world itself.

Thea would simply use the Manifestation Affinity to create the sword out of thin air using ambient mana.

If any demigod wanted a new talent, will it cost him any faith? No, because that can also be done with the help of mana.

He was printing money that he was producing by himself, and the goods he was selling cost him nothing to produce. It was the ultimate closed-loop economy.

[Yes Master]

Across the Multiverse.

In the bustling market of the Eastern District, Ragnok, the half-Orc was haggling over the price of a demon-God bone.

"Too expensive!" Ragnok grunted. "I only have 500 thousand merits saved up!"

Suddenly, a golden screen popped up in front of his face. It popped up in front of the merchant too. It popped up in front of every single DemiGod created by Sunny.

[System Alert!]

[To celebrate the expansion of the Territory, Master has issued a Grand Gift.]

[Transaction Complete: +1,000,000,000 Merits.]

Silence descended on the market.

Then, chaos.

"Long live Master!" Ragnok roared, smashing the stall in his excitement. "I’ll take the whole demon God!"

"I can finally afford the SS-Grade Meditation Technique!" a mage screamed nearby.

Joyous voices erupted from the City of Gods like a volcano, shooting straight up into the space of the city of Gods.

But the other 6 billion Gods and the demigods under these Gods were the oblivious to this gift from Sunny to his children, thus they began to pass weird looks at these demigods of Sunny, yet no one said anything.

Back in the Throne Room.

Sunny leaned back, feeling the waves of adoration wash over him. His empire was secure. His army was expanding. His economy was booming.

He glanced at the countdown timer on his system panel.

[End of Next Century: 07 Hours 39 Minutes]

His smile sharpened.

"Just seven hours until the 11th day ends," Sunny whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Seven hours until I claim the next talent."