The statement from Sunny hit the gathered Gods like a physical blow. A century of progress in a mere eight Godly hours? The implications were staggering.
"Your Majesty… you are not joking, are you?" one God asked, his voice trembling with disbelief. He knew their Emperor rarely jested about matters of power, but this? This was a cheat code to existence.
"Why would I be joking?" Sunny replied, his voice calm and certain. "This realm will be called the God-Maker Realm."
He saw the confusion rippling through the crowd. "You are wondering," he continued, "why it is called 'God-Maker' when you are already Gods." He paused, letting the silence stretch.
"If you are truly Gods, then why am I so much stronger than you? Why can I face a Legion-Born demon while you struggle against his minions? Let's not even compare you to me. Look at Venus."
All eyes turned to the projection sunny showed, it was an imprisoned God.
