"These resources really have piled up a little too much."
Looking at the mountains of resources in his Divine Kingdom, Yang Fan could not help shaking his head with a wry smile.
"Even farming military merit through the Dark Web wouldn't use up much."
"I can't exactly buy several hundred trillion worth of alien buildings from the Dark Web in one go, then exchange them all for military merit, can I?"
"That would draw far too much attention."
A few years ago, he had been thrilled by a single Class C building, a Moonwell, that brought in thirty thousand Faith Points every month.
Yet in just a few short years, the returns from his Divine Kingdom investment had ballooned to a level that even he found outrageous.
Now, the actual returns from his Divine Kingdom investment amounted to at least four to five hundred trillion Divinity Points a month.
Wealth on such a scale even made Yang Fan wonder.
Could those supposedly top-tier corporate behemoths listed on the Human Federation's Federal Main Board achieve anything like this?
But growing wealth brought more than joy. It also brought risks lurking beneath the surface.
Yang Fan understood one principle very clearly.
A person's wealth and strength had to match their identity and standing.
If someone possessed wealth far beyond their standing without enough strength to protect it, that wealth was not an opportunity, but an exposed weakness.
Often, the real danger was not others knowing how powerful you were, but discovering that you possessed something you had no right to possess.
So, until his strength reached sufficient heights, keeping his edge concealed mattered far more than showing it off without restraint.
"If I were already a high-tier god, these resources could naturally serve a much greater purpose."
Yang Fan took a deep