Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Faith Plans and Strategies
Jax left Jayde’s room after tucking her in and sat outside by the waterfall, the humid breeze brushing against his face. The night was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. He watched the sleeping camp and thought: he needed more faith. If he wanted to expand his power and keep experimenting with his dream world, he couldn’t rely only on the women with him in the forest and the few survivors from the massacre. Even after five years, with hundreds of millions of people and over 30% of them praying to him daily, he barely managed to gather enough faith to fuel his fight against the sea creatures.
His main concern was Poseidon returning and declaring war. Without enough faith, there was no way to face her. The obvious solution was to travel to the continent and gather more followers.
But there was a problem: he couldn’t just go to the continent like nothing was happening. If people realized he was "stealing" faith, they’d attack his believers. And here, in the forest, every life counted. Leaving it undefended was way too risky. His subjects needed protection, and he couldn’t be absent without planning every move.
He sighed, rubbing his chin.
—"If only I could be in two places at once..." he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "I could go village by village, collecting faith, without leaving the forest vulnerable."
Then the idea hit him clearly: a clone. A duplicate of himself, just as powerful, that could stay here and keep things secure while his real self traveled across the continent. His consciousness, his essence, could guide the clone from afar while moving from village to village, collecting faith in a controlled way.
He remembered his previous travels hunting the Demon King. He saw so much misery, so much despair... people suffering and longing for something, someone to believe in. That was the key. It wouldn’t be hard to earn their faith if he showed up at the right moment, offering protection, solutions, or simply being the kind of force that inspired hope.
He leaned back against the rock, arms crossed. He started mapping routes, timing, and strategies in his mind. Each village would have its own patterns, its own problems, its own souls. He could prioritize the most vulnerable places, the ones suffering most, and gather faith efficiently without raising suspicion.
—"My real self will stay here," he said to himself. "He’ll keep the forest safe and watch over those who already believe in me. My clone will travel... and in the meantime, I’ll keep feeding its power, guiding it like an invisible puppeteer."
He thought of possible dangers: hostile clans, wandering beasts, other magic users who could detect his faith manipulation. Everything had to be planned in detail. Every move needed to minimize risk, protect his believers, and maximize faith gain.
With a confident smile, Jax raised his hand, letting a golden spark of faith glow before him, already imagining his clone heading across the continent, village by village, claiming the faith of those who suffered.
—"This will be fun," he whispered. "And efficient. No one can stop me if I do this right."
The sky began to lighten, and the first rays of sun filtered through the forest trees. Jax’s women emerged from the cave, yawning and stretching, still sleepy. But what immediately froze them in place was the sight in front of them: Jax, sitting on a rock by the waterfall, manipulating a small golden cloud floating before him, slowly spinning and emitting a soft glow.
—"W-what... is he doing?" Jayde whispered, twitching her ears nervously.
—"I don’t know... but it looks... different," Manaia added, tilting her head, eyes fixed on the golden cloud.
At first, they all stayed still, mesmerized by the light and constant movement of the cloud. None of them understood what was happening, but they all felt, unconsciously, that something important was there, something they couldn’t touch or control.
Hours passed, and Jax didn’t move. The golden cloud rotated and expanded slightly, responding to every gesture of his hands. The women exchanged confused glances, unable to look away, as the morning breeze brushed their faces.
Finally, after a long silence, Lyra broke the quiet:
—"I guess if he’s not moving... we shouldn’t either, right?"
—"We can’t just stand here all day," Zela said, crossing her arms. "The shelter won’t improve itself."
One by one, the others nodded. They understood that, even if they didn’t know what Jax was doing, their work couldn’t stop. The archers started reinforcing the side tunnels, placing stones and wood where needed. The beast-men brought more logs and fruits from the surrounding area, organizing storage spaces. The dragon-kin melted small sections of rock to open new entrances or reinforce walls, controlling the fire with precision.
—"Wow... even without him saying anything, everyone knows what to do," Karely commented, lifting a heavy block with Anya’s help.
The day slowly passed. The golden cloud hovered in front of Jax, moving gently as if responding to invisible thoughts. None of the women dared approach too close, but all of them noticed that the energy it gave off seemed to fill the air, and without realizing it, they worked with more strength and coordination than ever.
Meanwhile, the children ran back and forth, carrying small loads of fruit or stones, learning to help the older subjects. Every gesture, every movement, carried the feeling that something big was happening, even if no one could name it.
Jax remained seated, focused, watching the golden cloud respond to his control. His clone had already taken form, appearing like a being made entirely of gold, while an invisible link connected them.
Work continued, hours passed in quiet routine, and the shelter began taking a more organized, secure shape, while the golden cloud hovered before everyone’s attentive eyes—a constant reminder of the power Jax was unleashing... and of the plans they still couldn’t comprehend.
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