Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 314: Ch 314 : Face The Reality

The Throne Room, City of Gods.

"So... the Demon Lord Belial is coming," Sunny murmured, his voice echoing in the silent vastness of the hall.

He leaned back on the Throne, staring at the notification provided by Thea.

The intelligence was precise, gathered from the leaked whispers of the demon gods he had allowed to live, as their body contained Thea’s particles.

[Master, the demons are going to attack us in around 4 Godly days. Their commander is Demon Lord Belial himself. And they have 2500+ demon gods as a army, currently the demon gods are still being called back, that’s why they are not attacking right now.]

Sunny chuckled, though there was no humor in his eyes. "Two thousand Gods. And a Lord. They are sending an extinction event."

He tapped his finger against the armrest. The time for preparation was over. The time for strategy had begun.

And for strategy, he needed the counsel of the only being who had fought a Demon Lord and survived.

"I guess it’s time to call him," Sunny decided.

He closed his eyes. He didn’t use a portal. He didn’t use a clone. He simply untethered his vast consciousness from his physical shell.

WHOOSH.

His mind shot through the layers of his territory, diving deep into the Subspace Universe. He bypassed the Tower of Eternity, ignored the bustling worlds of the Gods, and focused on a giant planet.

It was a world of green, untouched by technology, radiating an ancient power.

The Sanctuary of Adam.

Sunny’s consciousness transformed on the surface, forming an avatar of starlight.

"What brings you to this small world, Emperor Cosmos?"

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It was deep, resonating like the energy that birthday everything.

It wasn’t rude, nor was it subservient. It was the voice of an equal, an old friend who had seen too much.

Adam, the God of Growth, stepped out from the shadows of the world. He looked like an old martial artist, his eyes filled with the weight of billions of years.

"You can drop the honorifics, Adam," Sunny replied, his avatar smiling behind its mask. "We are past the point of formalities."

"Fair enough," Adam grunted, crossing his arms.

Sunny held up two fingers of starlight.

"Today, I am your news host. I possess one piece of Good News, and one piece of Bad News. Which would you like to hear first?"

Adam sighed, sitting down on a moss-covered rock. "Good or bad? In my experience, they are often the same thing wrapped in different packaging. Give me the bad news first. Let’s get the pain over with."

Sunny lowered one finger.

"The Bad News is that the Demon Lord Belial, accompanied by an army of over 2,000 Demon Gods, will be attacking our coordinates in a few days."

Sunny said it casually, as if reporting a change in the weather.

But the effect on Adam was immediate and terrifying.

The color drained from the Old God’s face. His aura, usually stable and vibrant, flickered violently. The birds in the forest stopped singing. The wind died.

"Belial..." Adam whispered, the name tasting like ash in his mouth.

He looked up at Sunny, his eyes wide with a primal fear that transcended bravery.

"Is it... only Belial? Or are the others coming? Deimos? Maledictus?"

"For now, only Belial," Sunny confirmed. "The others are busy. But Belial is bringing their main force."

Adam let out a breath he had been holding, but he didn’t look relieved. He looked like a man who had just been told he had cancer, but at least it wasn’t the plague.

"You say ’only’ as if it is a consolation," Adam said, shaking his head slowly. "You do not know... you cannot know just how powerful a Demon Lord truly is."

Sunny tilted his head. "I have fought Demon Gods. I have killed them. I have fought Edgar. I have even seen you fight the demon lords in the past, I don’t think they are that strong"

Adam laughed, a bitter, dry sound.

"Sunny, you have seen the Great War. You saw us fighting them a million years ago. To you... it probably looked like a stalemate. A boring exchange of fists. A battle of children throwing sand at each other."

Sunny didn’t deny it. In the memories he had viewed, the Old Gods and Demon Lords seemed to cancel each other out. It lacked the visceral impact of his recent battles.

"That is the illusion of peers," Adam explained, his voice turning grim.

"We were trapped in an Oath. We were countered by equal and opposite Laws. I could not use my full power."

"When two tigers fight, it looks like a wrestle," Adam said, clenching his fist. "But the grass beneath them turns to dust."

"But now?" Adam looked at the sky. "We are broken. I am injured. My power is a shadow of its former glory. And you... you are strong, Sunny. You are a miracle. But you are young."

"If we fight Belial... it will be a slaughter."

Adam’s gaze pierced through Sunny’s avatar.

"Mass casualties. Millions of souls extinguished in a second. Even with the Nine Lives... we might all die. Belial is the Lord of Lies. He can deceive reality itself. He can make you believe you are dead until your heart stops out of agreement."

Sunny remained silent. His eyes widened slightly behind the mask.

He had been riding a wave of victories.

He had crushed the demon gods. He had built a tower. He had acquired Divine Talents. He had started to believe that the Demon Lords were just the "Next Boss" in a game he was winning.

But seeing Adam, the Progenitor, the man who started it all, trembling in fear? It was a cold bucket of water.

’I underestimated them,’ Sunny realized. ’I was blinded by the strength of the Golden Age. I forgot why the Old Gods fell in the first place.’

"What should we do then, Adam?" Sunny asked, his voice losing its playful edge. "If fighting is suicide, what is the strategy?"

Adam looked Sunny dead in the eye.

"Run."

"Run?" Sunny repeated, incredulous.

"Run," Adam insisted. "Or hide. You are the beacon. You are the Core. If you survive, the Pantheon survives. Abandon the city. Take the elite and flee. I... I will stay behind. I will buy you time."

It was a noble offer. A suicide mission from an old soldier to save the new king.

But Sunny’s answer was immediate.

"No."

The word was heavy, like a decree.

"I will not run away," Sunny stated. "I did not build this Empire to abandon it. The mortals, the Demigods, the flora, the fauna... they are my family. They are my responsibility."

Adam opened his mouth to argue, but Sunny cut him off.

"Why not move the territory?" Sunny proposed, his mind racing. "We have the Realm of Advancement. It is a separate dimension. We can move the populations inside. We can live in the Arena of Epiphany until we are strong enough."

It was the Turtle Strategy. The Realm of Advancement had barriers that prevented any God from entering the realm.

Adam shook his head sadly.

"It won’t work, Sunny. You are thinking like a mortal who trusts walls."

"The barrier is strong, yes. But the Demon Lords... they possess Authority. Ichor, the Lord of Corrosion, can sacrifice all his power to break that barrier once and for all."

"A wall is only a delay," Adam concluded. "Against them, there is no sanctuary."

"Hmm..."

Sunny hummed, the sound vibrating in the air.

He paced around the clearing. Run? No. Hide? Impossible. Fight? Suicide.

It seemed like a checkmate.

But as Sunny paced, a memory surfaced. He thought about Lady Sansa who had created the old gods.

And he thought about his own hand.

"Adam," Sunny said softly, stopping in his tracks. "You say they can break the rules because they have Authority."

Sunny slowly raised his right hand. He grabbed the cuff of his glove.

"If she can do that..." Sunny whispered, a strange, terrifying light beginning to leak from his palm. "Why can’t I?"

He pulled the glove off.

Adam’s eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.

He expected to see a human hand. But there was no human hand. Instead he saw a Cosmic hand.

It was a swirling vortex of white dots. Each dot wasn’t just light; it was a Law.

There was the Law of Time, flowing like a river.

There was the Law of Space, folding in on itself.

There was the Law of Growth, pulsing with green life.

There was the Law of Souls, screaming in silence.

It was a hand made of the laws itself.

"This..." Adam stammered, forgetting to breathe. He stumbled back, shielding his eyes from the power radiating from Sunny’s hand. "This... it’s just like Hers."

Sunny clenched his cosmic fist, and reality around them cracked, "i don’t know, why is my body becoming like this.... But maybe this can help us right now"