"I originally thought it would take you at least another century to reach this step."
"I didn't expect it either. Perhaps the growth of my subordinate gods counts as my own growth as well. According to my World's Logic, one is ten thousand, and ten thousand is one. As long as the whole continues, there's no need to divide things so finely."
The top floor of the tower was Lu PingAn's private lounge.
Below it was the busiest workspace. The Secretary Team led by Catherine had been working themselves crazy with overtime.
Most of them looked exhausted. As Lu Mouren's influence expanded, the complexity of its races, new population, trade, and resources had been doubling month after month.
And Lu Mouren's previous self-perception as a "central bank" had not been entirely accurate. He also had to serve as the region's "central decision-making structure," while the other subordinate gods took on the roles of "local administrators."
Once it had grown into a divine kingdom rather than a mere platform, complete laissez-faire management was no longer possible. At the very least, Lu PingAn did not think neglect was a good thing.
If everything were truly left to the marketplace, then morality, society, friendship, law, and all the intangible components that maintained social stability would collapse one after another right before his eyes.
Some things, if you didn't manage them, someone would mess them up.
Snap!
Lu PingAn snapped his fingers, and a light breeze swept through the room.
The anxious emotions of the Secretary Team eased somewhat. They instinctively felt relaxed, and from that moment onward, the "vitality" of life throughout this area would increase dramatically.
This had long ceased to be merely another realm. Lu PingAn's will filled it, and through his own intent, he made subtle adjustments to the "environment"