Owen was a little dazed, even unable to believe it as he called up the information in his mind to check again.
Double amplification!
Blue screen, black text—there was no mistake.
But what he had received now was a hundredfold amplification!
His gains were skyrocketing at an exponential rate!
Owen couldn't quite put into words what he was feeling.
After all, this was like a windfall from the heavens.
But there's a saying: There's no such thing as a free lunch. Everything comes with a price.
To avoid any strange curses, Owen immediately opened the Chat Channel.
In an instant, countless messages flooded the screen.
After all, this was the first large-scale transmigration in history. It was only natural that people from the original world would be excited.
But wasn't this a little too excited?!
Owen looked at the "99+" messages appearing the moment he stopped for a second, feeling a bit helpless.
He decided not to actively scroll through the chat and just read each message as it appeared.
[Damn it, I was just about to slay a dragon at the peak of Falm! Where the hell am I now?!]
[So it happened to you too? I thought one of my companions used some massive teleportation spell!]
[We can't rule that out yet. It could be an ultra-large-scale spatial transfer array.]
[Either way, we're in a completely new world now. Do any of you have a system?]
[Yes, brother, I do. It even granted me an ability—double amplification. Just now, my followers offered their tributes, and they were doubled.]
[Indeed, I have this ability too.]
[Where is this place? Could it be a brand-new labyrinth constructed by the Demon King?!]
[I have the same thought. I was in the Elven Court just moments ago, and now I'm suddenly here.]
[Could it be the elves? They're the only ones capable of manipulating such vast amounts of elemental power.]
[That makes sense.]
[Doesn't seem like it. I descended right into the Elven Forest and landed next to a small roadside statue.]
[Wait, are you guys adapting this fast? I'm still completely confused.]
[Same here. +1]
[+1]
...
There were all kinds of messages—confused inquiries, information gathering, and simple complaints of frustration.
A true hodgepodge!
But from this information, Owen confirmed one thing—
Everyone else only had double amplification, while he alone had hundredfold!
What was this?
Some kind of special talent he had as a Supreme Magus in his original world?
He wasn't sure if this was a blessing or a curse.
Having experienced the journey to god rank, Owen had developed a deep sense of caution toward everything.
The difference between double and hundredfold amplification was not just in numbers—it involved fundamental mechanical differences.
For example, he had obtained a longsword blessed by a bishop.
Under the effect of hundredfold amplification, it could upgrade and evolve, its strength even reaching the level of a god rank blessing!
Or, through sheer quantity amplification, one sword could become a hundred, instantly arming an entire squad to the teeth!
Incredible power.
As Owen pondered over his unique talent, he instinctively opened the Trading Channel interface.
Similar to many in-game marketplaces, this function not only allowed gods within the same region to trade with each other, but also provided the ability to pawn any valuable item.
Though, of course, the prices offered wouldn't be too high.
That being said, the pawn function had more uses than just that.
For example, Owen could use it to check the base value of an item, helping him set a fair price.
No risk of buying the case and discarding the jewel.
The trade interface was already active, with numerous items listed for exchange.
Owen quickly skimmed through the names of items he recognized and those he didn't, calculating based on their prices:
"First-tier items are generally priced around 1,000 spice points in the market, equivalent to 1 divine point."
"With double amplification, the price increases by about 1.5 times."
"And if it's beyond double…"
"With my hundredfold amplification, could the price increase a hundredfold?"
Frowning slightly, he decided to test it using an item in his Collection Interface—St. John's Wort.
After undergoing hundredfold amplification, this herb had transformed into something extraordinary.
Its once-withered leaves now radiated vitality, and a warm golden glow surrounded the plant.
In terms of appearance alone, it rivaled even high-tier artifacts.
With a thought, St. John's Wort was transferred from his Divine Space to the Trading Interface.
As the system displayed its details, Owen took a closer look:
[Name]: St. John's Wort
[Tier]: Tier-4
[Effect]: When consumed by a human Tier-3 Awakener, there is a 50% chance of breaking through to Tier-4.
[Pawn Price]: 360 divine points.
Three hundred sixty points.
Roughly equal to eight years' worth of offerings from his followers.
And that wasn't even guaranteed—those followers might not consistently provide that many spice points each year.
These spice points were now an essential resource for him.
At best, they could help him barely ascend to Ancient God status.
Even though it would only be the lowest-ranked 1-star Ancient God, it was still vastly superior to his current Nameless God state.
Calming his excited heart, Owen recalled that seemingly divine 'Gate of Heaven'.
The memory of being invaded by countless tentacles suddenly resurfaced.
He still didn't know exactly what those things were, but if they dared to obstruct his ascension, then they had become his enemies.
This disastrous start—wasn't it all because of those cursed tentacles?!
One day, he would track down the being or deity behind them, chop off their tentacles, and grill them for dinner!
Grinding his teeth in anger, Owen didn't hesitate any longer and immediately pawned the Tier-4 St. John's Wort.
Its price instantly increased by 50%.
Meaning that if he ever wanted to reclaim it, he'd have to pay even more.
But as far as Owen was concerned—
Reclaim it?
Not happening!
The trade interface clearly stated that St. John's Wort only helped mortals advance, providing zero benefit to gods like him.
He could have used it to upgrade his followers, but right now, he himself was barely surviving.
Why waste resources on others?
Power must remain in his own hands!
At the same time, the 360 divine points instantly surged into his body.
For a brief moment, Owen even felt tempted to cast 'Fireball'.
But knowing that these points were crucial for his ascension, he suppressed the urge.
Then, without hesitation, he channeled 100 divine points into his Ascension Interface.
The Divine Throne trembled slightly as the divine points flowed in, faint runes appearing in response.
...
Beyond Annasi, the villagers kneeling in worship suddenly sensed something and raised their heads.
The crude idol woven from river mud and straw remained motionless, causing Old John, the village elder, to frown.
As a Tier-3 Awakened, he had clearly sensed a surge of elemental energy, spiraling upward like a vortex into the sky.
Simultaneously, countless clouds above were drawn by some unseen force, swirling together into a vortex.
A gale howled through the land, as if a great beast was breathing down upon them!