Among Oliver’s followers, the highest level so far has been the level 15 World Tree, Ygg. But now, with Felinu joining, he’s become Oliver’s strongest subordinate.

  “From now on, you’ll head into my gem space first to check it out. You can pick a spot there as your own territory,” Oliver says calmly.

  Gem space? Pick a territory?

  Felinu’s utterly confused. What space? What territory? He’s still puzzling over it when Oliver uses his soul to activate the Chaos Gem. The next second, Felinu feels a dizzy spell, his vision blacks out, and—poof—he’s inside the gem space.

  Right now, the gem space resembles a newborn universe. Its internal expanse is insanely vast—roughly on par with the Milky Way, equivalent to a Basin in the chaos world. Unlike the pitch-black, empty chaos world, the gem space bursts with planets and continents, each teeming with diverse plants.

  Some plants tower over the landscape, forming vast, awe-inspiring forests. Others are tiny, carpeting grasslands and marshy wetlands. Naturally, rivers abound, weaving through the vibrant, thriving scene.

  What truly blows Felinu’s mind is a massive fireball dominating the space, still burning and radiating endless heat. This fireball seems to fuel the surrounding planets’ plants, driving their robust growth.

  “This is unreal—what is this place? Is this Master’s territory?” Felinu gasps. “Just stepping in here, I can feel my strength slowly growing. If I stay long-term, the benefits would be insane!”

  Suddenly, becoming Master’s servant feels like the luckiest break ever. A chance like this? Countless deities in the chaos would line up and still not get it.

  “No wonder Master wants to start a faction,” Felinu marvels. “A space like this could handle tons of powerhouses—it’s practically a mini-Basin!”

  “You’re the new servant Master took in?” Ygg’s voice cuts in, not exactly polite. “Go pick a territory. Let me lay it down clear: some planets and continents are already claimed by earlier arrivals. Even if you’re stronger, you can’t just take their spots. You’re all Master’s servants, same as them.”

  This Felinu guy’s stronger than Ygg—level 17 to his 15—and Ygg feels a bit threatened. He’s no longer Master’s top dog? Still, as Master’s first servant, handpicked to manage the gem space, Ygg’s not about to play nice. He’s the World Tree that holds up the world!

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  “I get it, Big Bro Ygg,” Felinu replies quickly, his tone super respectful. “I’ll follow Master’s and your orders, meow!”

  Sure, Felinu’s level 17, way stronger than Ygg. But Ygg’s got status—Master’s most trusted. Felinu’s just a newbie; he’s not about to act out.

  Soon, Felinu picks a planet as his territory, beyond satisfied. This planet’s soil and chaos energy are leagues better than his old spot in the chaos world. It’s so good he could almost cry.

  He’d thought becoming a slave would mean a miserable, dog’s life. Who knew it’d be better than before? And the future’s looking bright, too. If he’d known, he’d have signed up to be Master’s slave ages ago. All those years in the chaos world were so rough, so brutal…

  When Oliver yanks Felinu out of the gem space, the guy’s still lost in awe, unable to snap out of it.

  “So, what’d you think of our Ouroboros Abyss faction’s territory?” Oliver asks, deliberately.

  Tens of thousands—maybe hundreds of thousands—of spectating deities are dying to know. This big snake Stark’s got a portable space territory? Word is, you’ve gotta be an honored member of Ouroboros Abyss, at least Bronze rank, to move in and pick your own territory.

  “Master’s territory is straight-up unmatched!” Felinu declares. “The space is so vast it’s like a chaos Basin, and living there slowly boosts your strength. Compared to your territory, the Water Palace is a laughable dump!”

  Felinu knows Oliver’s hyping the territory to the crowd and lays it on thick. But honestly, it’s not even hype—it’s just facts. Oliver’s gem space is a higher-tier existence than the chaos world. It’s a new universe about to be born!

  The other deities, though, are skeptical, thinking Felinu’s exaggerating.

  “This guy flipped fast,” one mutters. “One second he’s out to kill big snake Stark, now he’s hyping him up like this!”

  “He’s born to be a slave!” another scoffs.

  Many deities think Felinu’s just sucking up, his words sounding like overhyped propaganda. But Oliver doesn’t waste time. He uses his soul power to project an image of the gem space’s interior.

  The moment that vibrant, newborn world appears in the chaos world, the noisy deities fall dead silent. Every deity stares, speechless, utterly floored.

  The chaos world is all pitch-black emptiness, with only a few elemental-packed spots showing color. But Oliver’s gem space? It’s gorgeous. A massive fireball radiates stunning light, countless floating planets and continents gleaming in reflection, forming a river of stars in the dark—beautiful enough to blow your mind. Zoom in, and each planet’s covered in lush plants, with mountains and rivers.

  This kind of beauty? Deities stuck in the chaos, where it’s black whether their eyes are open or shut, have never seen anything like it. They’re completely stunned.

  “This is Ouroboros Abyss’s territory, big snake Stark’s domain?” one deity gasps. “Unreal—how was it even made?”

  “So if I join Ouroboros Abyss, I could have my own land in a place like this, maybe a whole planet?” another wonders aloud.

  Deities gasp in awe, some breathing hard, eyes burning with longing, itching to join Oliver’s faction right now.

  “No way Felinu was telling the truth,” one admits. “This world’s leagues better than the giants’ palaces!”

  “Didn’t expect big snake Stark to not just be a beast in a fight but have such an appealing faction too!”