"Are you planning to leave, so soon?" Yuan asked with a worried voice.

Pef hesitated for a minute. " Guess I can stay a month or two. But after that..."

Yuan sighed in relief and glanced towards an empty bedroom. "You have duties as a husband too." she murmured and stepped inside.

Pef followed with a wide grin. Quite a pleasant duty after all.

Two months passed in bliss, as his wives rotated in and out on some complicated schedule they arranged between them.

Then, as the day he had planned to leave came about, Faith and Reason flew out by themselves.

Pef sighed and ejected his father as well, then watched as the power word gun entered his chest and vanished. Faith did the same with Lin, and he was left with the knife and glove.

Then, the knife betrayed him as well, flying away and entering Vela's hand without any warning.

'Now, it's only you and me, my glove.' Pef mused inward, and feeling a bit dejected.

'You are my best project yet. A bit stupid, but that only makes you easier to guide by the nose.' the glove replied in a sarcastic tone.

'Good joke!' Pef replied and Blinked into orbit.

Gathering speed, he headed towards the demon galaxy, as there were things to check upon.

Inside his inner world, there were only a dozen regiments remaining, that he planned to seed on this route, to make commerce and travel easier for the next generations.

Then again, a single regiment would increase in size ten times in a hundred years, and a hundred times after a thousand. The twelve kids policy worked just fine til now, excepting the ants who had queens with millions of eggs per week.

Shiara herself was travelling the Legion space, adding more ants to serve as labor or frontline troops to every galaxy, and trying to advance an elite troops to divine tiers, by training them on the local beast fauna like spiders or worms.

Given the tremendous durability and strength of divine ants, Pef wanted a buffer of ants to protect the more vulnerable bipeds. The stronger Saint rank ants were already close enough to Tier 1 in strength.

But if Shiara manged to raise a billion of them to divine tier, that would be excellent indeed.

The travelling would have been boring, alone in the empty void between galaxies, but luckily Pef had his inner world to train in inscriptions with his avatar, and the occasional Voidcutter, just for fun.

Well, for the glove's fun, but who cared?

They were basically one after a few thousands years of sharing the same senses and experiences.

One by one, the Legion regiments were spread out, a single one remaining as backup for the unexpected.

And thus, Pef arrived in the demon galaxy without much fanfare, and landed on the first inhabited planet.

Checking the state of things was normal.

Thus, Pef compressed his aura to appear a mere Saint, and walked the busy streets of a trading capital, taking in the sights and listening for stories and rumors.

"I hear war might begin again. The Eyeless are gathering in Tingel Arm."

"The elves won't stand for it."

"Eh, the elves. Since their King fell ill, they are too weak."

"But if the Legion..."

"You really believe those myths?"

Pef frowned while trying to make sense of the changes.

Then he frowned again, as he reached a big plaza where a Legion style temple stood proud and tall.

Too proud and too tall. Over a kilometer tall, which wasn't General's modest style. And the big statue in front of it was not the General.

It seemed to be a man, bleeding from the side and holding a short sword in defiance.

'The Hell? Who is that idiot who made a statue for himself?' Pef muttered inward as he Blinked inside ready to break some heads.

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Then blinked in confusion, recognizing the face on the icons. His own face, if somewhat managing to look young and wise.

A stream of pilgrims was touring the huge cathedral, all donating gold or gems or even jade slips into a demonic mouth with Pef's stone foot stepping on top.

A choir of priests was chanting and murmuring, eyes gleaming at the free income.

'This is quite a racket you have here. And such a big statue too.' the glove said in a snicker.

Pef sighed inward and Blinked again, right inside the inner altar.

A bishop or such was busy counting the riches and storing them into separate rings by type.

"How much you made this year?" Pef asked in a casual tone.

"A billion...wait, who are you?" the guy asked in outrage, then pressed a glowing icon, possibly to call security.

"Uh, you use my face for this racket, then have the guts to ask me who I am?" Pef wondered out loud, then grabbed the man by his head, with his gloved hand.

While the glove began the tedious task of memory searching, the door busted open as a dozen guys wearing Legion style armor rushed in.

"Freeze, intruder! Unhand his Holiness at once, or suffer the wrath of Pef, destroyer of Archdemons!" the leader proclaimed and released his own Saint rank cultivation.

"But I want to meet this Pef. How does he look like?" Pef asked in fake innocence.

"Pef is mighty! His hair is black as coal, and his skin is fair and...he looks almost like you..." the guy answered in a decreasing volume.

"Indeed, you might even say we look identical. Even if I am stronger than the old Pef." our hero mused out loud, checking another icon where he broke some adamantite chains off some slaves.

"Blasphemer! Pef is a god, and you're not worthy to speak his holy name!" another guard yelled in outrage.

'Any advice?' Pef asked his advisor, as he was losing patience already.

'Grab the loot and head to their main base. These zealots aren't of any use.' the glove replied and marked a star far off in another galactic arm.

Pef swiped the storage rings and the bishop and then flew away, straight up through the roof and into orbit.

'I never expected to see a Church of Pef, not while I lived anyway.' Pef grumbled inward as he started Blinking towards his new target.

'Like I said, you're a dummy. A god has worshipers, does it not? Although, a Tier 2 could never break adamantite...it makes a good story.' the glove explained while clenching itself, and forcing Pef to form a fist with unstoppable force.

Pef sighed inward. 'I wonder how the General feels about that.'

'Quite pleased, I presume. Faith sustains gods in difficult times. Very useful in a big war.' the glove answered smugly.

Pef meditated on this on the way, balancing pros and cons of having fanatical zealots say and do things in his name.

Soon enough he arrived in orbit above Abolition, the name of the system and the planet too.

Also, a place he now recalled, a former jade mine world that he had liberated from the demons.

The planet looked much different now, from orbital shipyards to defense platforms, spaceships of a hundred kinds, from warships to cargo and even passenger liners filled with pilgrims.

On the ground there were big palaces and cathedrals, as well as towns and factories.

Pef released his full aura and began scanning the system in depth, using his coresense.

A thousand small spacial vaults became apparent, filled to the brim with pilgrim coins and gems.

'Assuming direct control.' the glove alerted him, as it began taking over qi arrays and ship systems with frightening ease.

'You do that. I'll go have a chat with my Pope.' Pef replied in a sad tone.

Religion seemed too much of a bother right now.