Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army

Chapter 417: heaven

The days inside the prison planet passed by relatively fast, Yunan kept harassing the council where ever he could, forcing them to expend precious faith on futile attempts at warding him off, he was slowly turning into a nightmare that should be exterminated. Yunan, however, never crossed that line, he just teetered on the edge, just annoying enough to irritate but not enough to draw ire, especially as he continued to illude them.

Finding Yunan was not as easy as camping outside Dreamscape, especially since Yunan loved to phase shift around like a child with a new toy, the council had no choice but to wait for them, the other choice was to storm into Dreamscape, it was doable for the over-gods, but the loss of manpower and faith would leave them too vulnerable to defend against the Avatars and the Creator.

They would risk it only if they were completely certain they would acquire Dreamscape and without a doubt kill Yunan, and neither was something they could guarantee, Dreamscape was a self-sufficient realm, it did not need its god to sustain itself, that and the nightmare creatures living inside of it, one could literally meet their worst nightmare while perusing Dreamscape.

As for killing Yunan, so far, even fate failed to kill him, it was, therefore, more of a problem than taking over Dreamscape. The council was getting fed up but had nothing to do but try to shield themselves against Yunan while trying not to reveal too much of a weak side to the other major powers.

When gods fought they used two types of powers, mana and faith, mana would regenerate as long as there was enough time to rest, faith, on the other hand, needed worship to be restored, it was a finite resource that no god dared to waste haphazardly, when Yunan attacked the council, he used his mana, while other gods could use mana too, defending against Yunan with mana was idiotic, he had carved that truth into the minds of the council. For some reason, they could not deal with his mana with ordinary mana and had to use their divinity to even stand a chance.

Mana and faith are both forms of energy, faith was an amalgamation of many types, for example, dream energy, luck energy, love energy, effort energy and so forth, but mana was just mana, it had different types but it was easy to counter mana if one new its type. On the other hand, faith could only be countered by another faith of equal power, making it too precious to use when defending against mana attacks.

Yunan was different for two reasons, Effort energy did not diminish by using it, it increased instead, and it was the perfect augment to any type or form of energy, his mana was also a mixture of all the elemental energies, thanks to the guidance from Hephaestus, this stable mixture made Yunan's mana above the elemental mana, thus was not possible to counter by ordinary man, if you fuel it with effort, it was basically impossible to block without using faith.

It was not an attrition war, it was a one-sided depletion of resources, Yunan was still selling faith currency like it was ordinary metal, his reserves were only growing with the artefacts and divinities of other gods, he was able to trade anything a god needed in this prison planet as well as some luxuries.

Why would anyone bring things that were considered luxuries even to gods to a war zone, the answer is why not? If it was in the market, there will be someone to buy it, that was how things went, all Yunan had to do was provide it and wait for someone to buy it, if no one did, he gave it away as a payment for a quest, and then there will definitely be gods wanting more after they witness the effects.

Yunan was satisfied with his progress with the council, therefore, he shifted his sights onto the avatars. They should be feeling protected due to their identities and lack of any action against them, it was time to shake them a bit, just enough to make them dread walking out in the light, but not enough to let them join hands with the council.

His harassment came in the form of attacks on their realms, he would force his way inside then just explode with all his mana, dealing more shock than damage and then lead the chasing party into a wild goose chase, one that ends with their members perishing under mysterious circumstances.

Yunan did not attack the avatars themselves, he went instead for the proverbial limbs, as long as any gods were affiliated with an avatar, they would suffer some peril or the other, this made the avatars even more wary of a true fight, Yunan could just let them deal with the natural defences of Dreamscape, blindside them and destroy whatever it is they left behind, with enough time to return and help Dreamscape kill them, add all that to the fact that Yunan did nothing more than annoyingly use his mana, the avatars would just suck it up and wait for Yunan to make a mistake.

For the most part, things have become monotonous and stable in the prison planet, gods were finally accepting the fact that they would never leave this place, they took to a new life of struggle for survival. Most have begun working to create a haven, effecting the planet in some spectacular ways. Farms and animal husbandry spread, forests of special fruit trees, vast planes filled with treasured herbs, factories stood tall and imposing, cities were built and automatons worked endlessly, it was a place made by the gods. A paradise of sorts.

If one forgot about the occasional territory war and the appropriation of goods and items, the prison planet was more of heaven then the divine realms, with many creation gods even daring to spread their creation to roam this land built by the gods.

Amidst all this, Yunan slowly made himself a household name, a trader of great capacity, a warlord of great might and a leader with terrifying insight and planning, a mortal who made the gods treat him with respect earned, no one in the prison planet would dare to say that Yunan was a lesser being, not even his enemies.

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