There were energies that had been dormant in the worlds yet never awakened to make something great of the people.
And even if the last world that had been inflicted with spell looked modern, that was all but the initial era before a grand reset would happen once the worldly phenomenon awakens.
While modern seems advanced, it is almost the primitive era of any world.
Portalia, however, which was dominated by the mythical beasts in its early phases, had no such thing as a modern world, but Hestia did.
What mattered at the moment was the fact that Draco could make use of these dormant energies and fuse them with Hestia to make it into something greater.
He already had many phenomena and just from what he had, he could make something great of Hestia.
Just the treasure phenomena he had could make him able to form many zones where artifacts randomly appear, and this would act as a bait to lure in those who are too cautious to explore.
Draco was sure such a thing would happen, for example, within the world where the construction worker fell into the rift, the police had quickly acted by the government's orders and they locked up the rifts, not allowing anybody to enter.
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They had to first see how they could benefit themselves before they let others enter.
But Draco wasn't pleased with this. He wouldn't let selfish bastards get in the way of his own interests.
Thus, aside from the fact that rifts are constantly appearing randomly, they burst out randomly 24 hours after their appearance and they take in all those within a km of their area.
This happened in not one, not ten, not a hundred, but billions of worlds.
The amount of people who had entered Hestia in just one day was more than unfathomable.
This meant that Draco had more sources of divinity income and better funds to make what he wanted true.
A devourer was riding a dead planet that he was moving slowly through the void of space with his authority. It had been thousands of years since his last devoured world and he wasn't planning to devour any time soon because he was sought after by the Golden Order.
Thus, it forced him to rotate with this dead rock for who knew how long and he was sure that this would continue for even longer.
Destiny, however, seemed to have different plans for him.
'Huh? A rift?' His senses caught something that shouldn't be there, something that had just appeared.
It was weird, the feeling it gave him was stronger than a treasure realm could ever give, and it made him want to just throw everything and launch himself inside.
He was a celestial, a devourer who had absorbed countless worlds to reach the realm of a high celestial, how could a small rift in this galaxy tempt him so much?
It did.
It tempted him to join and it did so for thousands and millions of other celestials just like and stronger than him.
Not a single one had escaped its grasp and the second they entered they were going to spend more time there than they had spent waiting to devour another plane.
But is it worth it? Would the wonders that were inside of it stand up to their offers that managed to lure in so many strong individuals?
Oh it did.
The countless treasures, the ever expanding realm, the countless worlds to devour...
The promise was held stronger than any of these celestials thought possible.
Forget the thousands of years they had to spend here before they were allowed to leave, they would gladly spend the rest of their lives in here.
This was all... part of Draco's grand plan.
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