Jack was satisfied that not only had he come up with the rules to his system, he had also begun with his favourite activity, System creation, management, and updating.
And now, he had an almost unlimited number of options from the CP shop which 'that man' had graciously provided. Jack now understood that this was technically a system created for himself, and was therefore a method of limiting himself. But he did not care. A system in any form has two aspects. Fast growth rates, for anything, and clear limitations.
For his own systems, the limitations were exp, while the fast growth rate was the levels. For the CP chop, the limitation was CP, and the growth was the nearly unlimited things he could gain from the shop.
Therefore, all he needed to do to break the limitation was to collect a lot of it, and the only way to do this was to make his followers kill more red names, in order to gain more exp.
The system he had created was clearly a money-making -ahem, exp and CP making machine. He would get his followers to kill red names, pulling all the energy within the creature to himself in the form of exp. He would then send back around 3/4th of the exp to the players, while keeping the rest for himself in the form of CP.
Currently, he had a debt with the CP shop of 10CP, which would be fulfilled by Mason later on. He had also collected around 13CP from Alice alone, which was enough for him to begin his expansion of followers.
The option to buy on credit had disappeared, and now everything had to be bought upfront for each follower. Thankfully, those 4 skills from before did not change in cost.
Since the next cheapest skill was 20 CP roughly 200 exp, and only started from Lv 1, Jack could not by them, not could any of his followers.
All he could do was find a new follower and bless them with the debt which Mason was currently carrying, since providing the system to a new follower required 1 CP.
After sending the Version update, Jack set his eyes onto finding a new follower, to increase his cash- ahem, CP inflow, which was the only way to both increase his divinity as a god, and get access to better and higher classed skills.
At this moment, Jack had the entire prime-plane to choose from, and he couldn't go to other planes wince it would take too long to reach there while inside the cage. He had also come to a realisation. Why search for followers in the traditional method of preaching and attracting followers? Why not just save people who are about to die, and make them firm believers in me? Not that I need their faith, since it is hard to feel any while in this cage, but it would be hard to get others to become the follower of an unknown god and accept his blessing just by preaching.
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In the Prime-plane, in a desolate wasteland, where nothing grew, and the land was covered in tall sand-dunes with no water in sight for miles in any direction.
This was the Southern Continent. A place too desolate for humans to populate. This had led to the unbridled growth of monsters and beasts in this continent.
As time passed, these beasts evolved and formed cultures of their own, and became known and non-humans, or beast-folk.
They lived in tribes based on their races, and survived off of the scruffs of their necks. Barely managing to find enough food and water to survive each day, and fighting terribly powerful monster, these Beast-folk were slowly waning out of existence.
The initially prosperous Beast-man nation had been destroyed and split into tribes, which were dwindling with time.
Furthermore, since most gods were human gods, they chose to stick with the humans. If they accepted the faith of these non-humans, their divinity would be damaged, slowly corrupting them and finally turning them into a fallen god.
This led to the southern continent, separated from the central and Eastern Continents by the terribly dangerous Southern Sea, being completely isolated from all human gods, and most other gods. With their civilisation simply falling apart a few hundred years ago due to an unknown disaster, their tribes swindled like a flickering candle in a dust-storm.
In such a desolate land, a lone creature was wandering he dunes unsteadily. Draped in a black cloak which blew to the side from the wind, the lonely figure of the creature trudged across the everchanging and never-ending dunes of the Southern continent.