Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army

10 years passed like an eternity to Yunan, if his mind was not anchored with the help of the dream divinity, he may have stayed focused inside his Effort divinity forever, he liked it there, it was warm and welcoming, strangely, it felt like home.

As the years passed, the subordinate gods under Yunan wasted no time, either cultivating or spreading their faith, some time was allocated to working on the overarching plan, turn every worthy god into an ally and force everyone else to either surrender or join the council and the avatars.

Those two powers were still at odds, but they could not help but join hands to stand against the alliance Yunan made. Faith was abundant and they traded for it, divinity shards, enlightenment, special types of energy, weapons and armour as well as many more things. The two factions were running low on things to offer Yunan and his trading partners in return for faith, they even resorted to seeling out other members, in the last year especially, the alliance Yunan made had no interest in anything that was not over-god level, other than information, they bought nothing that they already had.

With the help of the work team of Hephaestus, all divinity shards were analysed and integrated into a database ready for any alliance member, the hows, ins and outs of making divine items were all figured out, and the alliance was now capable of creating better things, as for special energy, it was given directly to Yunan to absorb, the aides would find Yunan's still body and open those containers of special energy to let him inhale and digest them.

It was determined by Death that special energies required too much time and resources, therefore instead of wasting anything on such lengthy and barely useful process, they should just give the containers to Yunan and let him consume them, his consume ability allowed him to take in anything and making it part of him, even if Yunan gained nothing from these special energies, he would become resistant or immune to them, and since no other god in this universe except a certain someone, no one could use these energies, there was no point in making any moves regarding them.

The desperation for faith started in the council, being able to once again use faith, the council members went into a frenzy, offering anything they got their hands on, even their types of energy for sale just to get another coin made of faith, the avatars were a bit late in the race, only sensing the incoming disaster as the council members started gaining strength rapidly.

This fervent movement helped empty the coffers of both factions, even leading to many defections to Yunan's side, the only side who was benefiting from the race to power by the factions who should have been a pillar of stability in Universe Hosana. Especially when both sides took to selling out secrets for faith, they were happy, to know that as long s they gotten detailed reports about any god, they could gain faith for it, no matter how lowly the god was, the catch is, they got paid much more for important secrets than daily reports, but even the legs of a mosquito had meat, as the eastern idiom says.

When Yunan woke up, ten years had passed in the prison planet, equivalent to a Millenium in the rest of the universe, he found the creator sitting beside him, looking like a completely new person, he was ready, the two nodded at each other, and Yunan stood up, his joints did not crack nor did his muscles tense, as if he only sat there just a few moments ago, but his aura was something else, although he managed to contain it once he stood up, he felt the enormous eye gazing at him, it looked, then closed back again, he wanted to ask the creator about it, but then did not.

A being so strong that the creation god did not feel a thing had just taken a look at him, sniggered and then looked away, either unimpressed or finding something interesting, either way, such being was no threat, to Yunan anyone who was capable of killing you but did not even think about was not a threat, those kinds of beings were so strong, they would look at him like an ant climbing a stalk of grass on a windy day, trying to hold on for dear life, to those beings, life and death of those beneath them were not impactful enough, not enough to waste a neuron or two to think about it.

As soon as he stretched his limbs, Death, Fortuna, Apophis and Hephaestus made their presence known, they looked visibly different, each of their domains visible around them, a degree of control that would grant them much more than what Yunan wanted them to achieve, he nodded his head to them, acknowledging the amount of effort they made to progress this far, he greeted them and made some small talk, finally dismissing the five by saying: "we will have our meeting later on today, I will take a moment to look around at how things went all this long".

The planet had now become something else, it pulsed with divine power, everything from grains of dirt to the most towering flora and fauna, everything was infected with divine power, the effect of having so many gods letting their aura's go, there was nothing to be harmed if they did, not in this planet anyway. As he looked around, he found the collection of so much divine knowledge, he also found an entire medium-sized realm filled to the brim with everything a god could ask for, from materials to faith to weapons and armour, a veritable treasury of the gods, lastly he found the room where data was collected and information about the two opposing factions were stored.

He sent word to Debauchery to return home, he knew they were already successful when he saw the godly treasury, that made things easy for him, now all he had to do was just face off against the council and the avatars, he was not capable of killing them all in a short time, not alone, but he had a host of gods that have trained under the effect of the effort divinity as well as the other abundant resources only he could provide, Yunan estimated that if he did not care about casualties, the workers under Hephaestus alone would be sufficient to take on half of the council members, but that was too much of a price, especially when the culling was still looming over them like the sword of Damocles.