In other words, there was no such thing as Uchiha Brahman growing stronger and stronger until those Ocean's Amrita no longer worked on him. This was not some absurd feat of stepping on his own left foot to rise into the sky. Rather, it was all living beings, out of gratitude for the great Brahman's grace, offering up everything they had to support and elevate the sun in their hearts—their one and only father—onto a divine altar.
Everything Uchiha Brahman had today did not rely on himself, but on those living beings who wished to repay his kindness. He was too benevolent, even kinder than God. After all, he had never unleashed any great flood.
The more life there was, the more followers he had, and the stronger he became. In theory, it was like an unimaginably massive amount of matter gathering together and collapsing into a colossal celestial body, or even a star or black hole. There was nothing remarkable about it. It was a law of nature, with no upper limit. As long as the numbers were sufficient, quantitative change would eventually occur.
On land, in the oceans, and in the skies.
Humans, rats, cockroaches, mosquitoes, flies, ants, chickens, ducks...
The weaker a creature was, the faster it reproduced—and the faster it died. Uchiha Brahman did not care about the deaths of his followers, because death existed for the sake of rebirth. After a follower died, it would unleash one final burst of strength and offer the last of its life force to him.
In other words, even after they died, his followers' power still belonged to him.
By now, it could almost be said that his followers were everywhere in the world.
At sea, fishing boats sailed across the waters. Ninjas held syringe after syringe, injecting every