The tournament of Gods, a spectacle that had captivated a universe for over a few years, was finally over.
It had not just been a good idea, it was something that surpassed even the expectations of Sunny.
The first and most obvious benefit was the faith. He had started the tournament because of this very reason.
He had spent, yes. He had burned through Adam's entire fortune and a sizable chunk of his own for scaring away the void beast.
But the profit… the sheer emotional surge of faith from trillions of souls watching their champions, their demigods fight and bleed for them… it had refilled his coffers a hundred times over.
And with Sunny dying thousands of time, for their protection, the gods were having more and more faith on him with each passing second.
He was now on a clear path to earning quadrillions of faith in a matter of hours, not just from his own worlds, but from the 25% tax of six billion other Gods whose own faith generation had just exploded.
