"This world will be called 'Earth' from now on, a birth ground for talents," Sunny declared, his voice a low hum that rippled through the newly formed planet.
He was filled with a strange, nostalgic sense of purpose as he surveyed his latest creation.
This world was a perfect replica of the Blue Planet he was born on, an exact copy down to its manaless, mundane existence.
The time here was ten thousand times accelerated compared to his own perception, a small, brilliant detail he had added to his cosmic blueprint.
His purpose for this world was simple and strategically brilliant: a talent farm.
He knew from experience that the more powerful the lifeforms, the more difficult it was for them to breed.
Conversely, the weaker a lifeform, the faster they reproduced.
In a manaless world, where all the lifeforms would only have a few hundred years to live, they were weak and reproduced at a staggering rate.
