My Victory Formula
My victory formula. To put it simply, the stages of the main plan went like this.
First. In the opening phase, dispatch millions of Gamchi and other flying creatures to rattle the enemy.
Second. Drop specialized terror organisms tailored to the enemy world's geography and environment, lowering their quality of life.
Third. Once the dimensional passage opens, deploy Yogur-tosoth to spread its majesty far and wide. If confusion arises, accelerate the chaos.
Fourth. If they endure even that, keep sending powerful monsters to maintain constant pressure.
Fifth. Yet every action above was merely a feint to scatter the enemy's focus. The true objective was to destroy the agricultural heartlands that sustained their productivity and starve them to death.
The first and second stages had been blocked.
The third and fourth stages honestly didn't look like they'd work either.
If Yogur-tosoth showed itself through the passage, the enemy would likely unleash anti-air barrages to suppress it. Any monsters I sent would be driven back by their standing army.
At a glance, the enemy's overall scale surpassed mine by at least double.
The forces they had dispatched into my ecosystem could definitely take down one Dessert Legion commander, probably two, and even three would be a precarious fight. And if I sent four or more, they possessed the skill to detect it in advance and flee. In short, they held a hand that let them fight when they had the advantage and run when they didn't—a true "do-whatever-you-want" trump card.
“Then is there no method at all?”
To the Angel's question I answered immediately.
“Not quite. Their civilization level is high, sure, but their food supply system is plain old agriculture no matter how you look at it. They raise livestock, fish, and even insects, but those are all just side dishes. If I can somehow destroy those rice paddies that blanket their world, the Affogatolypse will descend on them through sheer famine.”
In other words, I just needed to shake them. The Gamchi terror and gum terror had been stopped, but if I kept launching different forms of terror until their attention was worn down just enough that they couldn't tend the fields, I would win.
“The question is how to shake them, correct?”
“Exactly. But I already have an idea.”
“What is it?”
“Send as many living creatures as possible to exhaust the enemy's labor force.”
“A war of attrition? But...”
“My scale is weaker, you mean? That's the total world score. Even if I'm behind there, the sheer quantity of lifeforms and the robustness of the ecosystem can't even be compared to theirs. In other words, I can force a war of attrition from my side.”
Flies and mosquitoes don't beat humans because they're strong. They win because there are simply too many to deal with.
The enemy had sent a hundred thousand troops into my world. That had to represent at least fifteen percent of their total strength. Yet millions of Gamchi amounted to less than 0.1 percent of my entire ecosystem. They were nothing but a fraction.
The gums lived in every wetland, so their numbers were astronomical. Even without them, the dessert-legionized creatures overflowed in countless hordes. Sending somewhat larger organisms capable of contaminating regions—Dark Lim, Sugar Lumps, carnivorous Puddings, or people-catching candies—through the dimensional gate wasn't particularly difficult.
I wondered if he could truly block them all.
Confident in my war of attrition, I moved to open the dimensional gate.
Or rather, I tried to.
“...?”
“What's wrong?”
“Is this guy insane?”
“Pardon?”
He had covered the entire world.
“...Excuse me?”
“In other words, he's using space-time magic to seal everything from underground to the edge of the sky so that not even a single dimensional gate can open. What a crazy bastard.”
Gyadonan's first mythic-grade trait. Its explanation is extremely complex, but the ability can be broken down as follows.
First. You may designate a number of True Idols equal to your Faith level. These can be specific entities or broad concepts. The narrower the scope, the stronger the True Idol's effect.
Second. From now on, every contribution any True Idol makes to the world also raises Faith. If you designate “fire” as a True Idol, every action that raises world score through the use of fire will increase Faith.
Third. The True Idol itself becomes an object of Faith. Worshipping or revering it naturally raises Faith as if worshipping a god.
Fourth. The True Idol automatically becomes a medium for Divinity. Even ordinary people can draw and use Divinity by interacting with specific objects or performing specific actions. If “fire” is a True Idol, then even a simple campfire or match flame becomes sacred and turns into holy fire.
Fifth. If a True Idol possesses self-awareness and a score, it is treated as having Faith equal to its total points and can independently draw and utilize Divinity.
Gyadonan's Faith level was 19. He could designate up to nineteen True Idols. The concepts he had chosen as sacred were utterly absurd.
1. Birth
2. Growth
3. Health
4. Diligence
5. Politics
6. Learning
7. Just Struggle
8. A specific form of music
9. A specific form of body movement
Clean fire is sacred. Clean water is sacred. Art is sacred. Land is sacred. Temples are sacred. Worship is sacred. Practically everything is sacred.
Marriage, childbirth, children growing up, maintaining health, working diligently, taking interest in politics, and fighting external enemies—every ordinary, obvious activity had been declared sacred. It made one wonder what in the world wasn't sacred.
Of course, designating such broad concepts meant the actual increase in Faith was negligible. On the other hand, because practically everything was sacred, people naturally took care of their health, worked hard, and cultivated themselves. The net result was that all creation was guided in a positive direction.
“Our Creator! Please protect our world!”
In an utterly ordinary village, utterly ordinary villagers gathered to perform a religiously prescribed sacred ritual. In response, a blessing of divine power spread across the village, its fields, and all its livestock.
This allowed them to detect any unbelievers or foreign divinity not belonging to their world. More importantly, it fundamentally prevented enemies from tearing space and opening dimensional gates or passages.
It consumed a massive amount of divine power, but that didn't matter. Sacred mysteries based on faith never used the user's own power; they borrowed from the god. And since the act of borrowing itself was sacred, the energy efficiency was impossibly high.
They were just farmers. The perfectly ordinary worship these people performed formally had completely sealed off space-time magic at its source.
Furthermore, if they wished, they could ignite sacred flames through specific body movements, purify water with certain motions, or use water to heal injuries and madness. In short, every single being in Gyadonan's world was essentially a priest. It would not be an exaggeration to call them all mystics.
Because it was faith-based, they could only perform predetermined miracles. But those predetermined miracles could be used infinitely as long as the god permitted it.
Since this was wartime, he had granted every resident permission to use sacred fire for punishing enemies, sacred water for healing allies, sacred wisdom for seeking knowledge from the god, and the sacred domain spells that manipulated space-time.
The entire world had already been cultivated. Gyadonan and his people had filled their entire planet with thick layers of divine power, declaring the whole thing a sacred domain that would permit nothing except naturally occurring dimensional gates.
Biin was stunned. He had faced many opponents, but never a madman who covered his entire world in divine power and space-time magic.
Even Biin, who possessed several times more divine power than Gyadonan, could not do the same. Unlike others, his world was simply too vast, and there was a limit to the space-time magic power he could emit.
At best, he could have Yogur-tosoth guard the skies and station the Nectar Well to prevent anything from approaching the ground. That was all.
Still, doing nothing was not an option. If the opponent was blocking dimensional gates with space-time magic, Biin could simply pour in more divine power to break through.
The moment Biin drilled a hole in the suburban farmland—
The surrounding flow fluctuated. A specific signal reached every farmer diligently working the fields.
“O God! It is an enemy invasion!”
“Please protect us!”
“Please send forth your army!”
The instant they offered their prayers, the space-time flow permeating the entire world displayed its true worth.
The standing army that had been kept on alert for exactly this scenario rode the space-time currents and instantly teleported to the cracked region.
Matching the presence of the Dessert Legion crossing over from the other world, they dispatched the most appropriate force to deal with it.
“These are the evil species we’ve only heard about in rumors!”
“Eliminate them all! Not a single scrap of flesh must remain—make every last one evaporate!!!”
Mystics wielding sacred flames, knights swinging sacred scythes (attached to the ends of tentacles), mages prepared for epidemics, parasites, and chemical attacks—all deployed at once. The Caramel Camels and Gamchi legions that had just crossed the dimensional gate were ground to powder before they could advance even twenty meters. The powder was then burned without leaving a trace and purified.
“Whoa! Incredible!”
The holy knights were excited too. Following protocol, some remained behind in case of a second wave. They checked whether any residents were injured, identified the exact location of the opened gate, and calculated where the next one might appear. Their preparations grew even more thorough.
The same applied to holes in the sky. Among the cephalopods here were creatures capable of flight.
The flying holy knight order swooped in and handled the millions-strong Gamchi swarm bombings. Any that slipped through were finished off by marksmen wielding front-loading rifles. The corpses were incinerated completely with sacred fire so that not a single parasite or disease bacterium could emerge, then the entire area was washed with holy water.
A perfect shutout. From the perspective of the invading Biin, it was absurd. It went beyond “not a single drop could leak through”—not even a single germ could escape that airtight defense.
“Still, they can’t block everything forever. If I keep shaking them, I’ll eventually see results.”
Yet Biin felt a slight sense of doubt.
“Is it really okay to waste divine power like that? No… it almost looks like they’re doing it on purpose. Perhaps…”
A chill ran down Biin’s spine.
One of the mythic-grade traits from his Pan-Month days suddenly came to mind. A trait that was usually useless in other builds but considered the absolute best for a Faith build.
Each time your stats decrease during a world collision, Faith rises in inverse proportion to your world level. Every time divine power is consumed, Descent points accumulate in inverse proportion to the opponent’s current world level. Descent can substitute for any type of magic power. If the accumulated Descent points after a world collision exceed the opponent’s total score, you immediately achieve victory in the world collision.
The first half didn’t matter. There was only one line that truly mattered.
“If the accumulated Descent points exceed the opponent’s total world score, you immediately win the world collision.”
It offered a so-called “special victory.” Raise Faith as high as possible, then spend Divinity like a madman. Eventually you would win. A trait optimized for prolonged warfare.
And unfortunately, Biin’s premonition had been correct.
Cataclysmic Divine Descent was Gyadonan’s second mythic-grade trait.
Biin’s main plan always tried to induce a long war.
But if it became a long war, he would definitely lose.