The task of moving a world the size of millions of stars was, as Sunny was quickly discovering, easier said than done.
The portal alone would cost a trillion faith points, a sum he did not currently possess. He looked at his faith reserves, a number that would have made any other God in the multiverse weep with envy, and sighed.
"Only a few hundred billion left," he murmured to the quiet of his God space. "I'm practically broke."
A few hours ago, he had held more than hundred trillion, a fortune so vast it felt infinite.
But the cost of his actions in the realm of advancement was immense.
"But it was well spent," he consoled himself. Every point had been an used to save his creations from Floro.
He could have created a thousand more demigods with that faith, but he had chosen to save the ones he already had. He was a creator, an emperor, not a heartless profiteer.
