Andrew's plan would not only create an incredibly powerful race, but also save countless universes. It was an act of immeasurable merit, worthy of his reputation as the Savior.
Of course, the merit was secondary. The main point was the benefits. Saving universes would naturally earn him a great deal of world's favor, while also winning over their powerful inhabitants. In the future, he could invite them across universes to lend a hand.
He could also build up his influence and acquire resources from those universes. In short, the benefits were plentiful. This was a grand scheme.
"Boss, of course I'm willing to serve you."
Adam hesitated, then asked, "But no matter how many Skyfathers we have, they can't compare to someone at the singularity universe level, can they? Splitting off more of my kind will slow my breakthrough."
"Adam, you can't break through to the single universe level. Or rather, you can't do it yet."
Andrew shook his head. Seeing Adam's confusion, he explained, "I created you using a virtual world. You aren't a normal life-form, or even a technological life-form. Your existence isn't integrated into the universe, so you can't reach the singularity universe level yet."
Adam asked, "Then when will I be able to break through?"
"When there are enough of your kind to occupy the entire universe, and the universe acknowledges you."
Andrew continued, "Put simply, if you want to break through, you have to develop your race. That's also why I'm asking you to do this."
"I see. Boss, I understand. I'll do everything I can to increase our numbers and collect zombie virus."
Adam nodded. Naturally, he had no reason to doubt Andrew. After all, Andrew was his Creator. Besides, he had vaguely sensed that the universe was rejecting him. He had never understood