Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 315: Ch 315 : Brace For the Impact

"Who... who are you really?" Adam asked, his voice cracking.

He wasn’t looking at Sunny anymore. He was staring at the Emperor’s right hand, or rather, the absence of the humanity in it.

Where flesh and bone should have been, there was a mixture of laws.

"I don’t know," Sunny admitted, his voice quiet but echoing with a strange resonance.

He clenched his fist, and the cosmic hand vanished, hidden once more beneath the black glove.

"But from what I know... this hand can help us in our predicament. If the Demon Lords rely on breaking rules, then I simply need to be the one who doesn’t let them break these rules."

Adam stared, still paralyzed by the revelation. Sunny sighed. He could see the gears turning in the Old God’s mind: fear, awe, confusion. He needed to snap him out of it.

"Adam," Sunny said, his tone shifting to one of command. "I think I know what to do now. I will return to the City. We will move the populations. We will run... but not to hide. We will run to prepare."

Sunny’s body began to lose its luster, turning into a mist of starlight, ready to return his consciousness back to the Throne Room.

"Wait!" Adam scrambled up, grabbing Sunny’s arm. "You said there was good news. You told me the bad one... but you haven’t told me the good news."

Sunny solidified instantly. He blinked behind his mask.

"Ah! I actually forgot," Sunny chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "You looked so terrified I got distracted."

He gently pressed Adam’s shoulder, forcing the Old God to sit back down on the mossy rock.

"Sit. Breathe. You might need to be sitting for this."

Adam nodded, gripping his knees, waiting like a man facing a judge.

Sunny leaned in, his eyes gleaming.

"Adam... the Old Gods are returning."

Adam froze.

"What?"

"They are being reincarnated," Sunny explained, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "Something, or someone is guiding their souls back to the living world. Merlin is already here, teaching the Gods about the cardmaster profession. Cai Zhen, Beru, and Thera arrived recently. And I believe... many more are on their way."

Adam sat motionless. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

For a million years, Adam had lived with a scar in his heart.

He remembered the Peace Treaty. He remembered trusting Freya, who had been manipulated by the whispers of Floro and the Demon Lords. He remembered the moment the trap sprung.

He remembered the screams of six billion Gods dying because he had signed the oath.

He was their King. Their deaths were his failure. He had carried the weight of an entire pantheon’s extinction on his shoulders, a guilt so heavy it had stunted his growth, choked his power, and turned him into a hermit.

He believed they were gone forever. Dust in the void.

But now?

"They... are back?" Adam whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

"Yes," Sunny nodded. "They are alive. They are safe. They are in my City."

The realization hit Adam like a blow. The shackles of guilt that had bound his soul for a million years shattered.

THUMP.

A heartbeat.

BOOM!

A shockwave of energy exploded from Adam’s body.

The trees of the Adam’s world were flattened instantly. The ground rippled like water. The shockwave shot upward, piercing the atmosphere of the planet.

In the Subspace Universe, nearby asteroids were pulverized. The solar systems trembled. If they had been in the Real Universe, this burst of power might have cracked the fabric of reality.

Sunny stood firm in the middle of the storm, his robe fluttering wildly. He watched with a satisfied smile.

"A breakthrough," Sunny noted.

It wasn’t that Adam had suddenly gained new power. It was that he had finally stopped holding himself back.

The mental blockade, the belief that he deserved to be weak as punishment was gone.

The energy swirled back into Adam, condensing his aura. He looked younger. His back was straighter. The sorrow in his eyes was replaced by a burning fire.

"They are alive," Adam said, his voice strong again. "I have a second chance."

"You do," Sunny agreed. "You can go and meet them. They are in the City of Gods. But not yet. Stabilize your foundation first, old friend. You need to be strong for the war."

"I will," Adam vowed.

"Good."

Sunny’s consciousness began to fade again.

"I have my own journey to make," Sunny whispered. "I need to visit the past to secure our future."

In a flash of light, the Emperor vanished, leaving a revitalized King of Gods to roar his joy into the heavens.

The Throne Room.

Sunny reappeared on his throne. He didn’t waste a second.

"The Cosmic Hand.... It’s similar to her.. even my body is becoming similar to her" Sunny analyzed. "But to use these features effectively, I need to understand the source."

He decided to travel back in time, to the time when Cai Zhen was created by lady Sansa.

Why Cai Zhen? Because Sunny wanted to make a similar universe, And why Lady Sansa? Because she was the Void Mother. And only she possessed the knowledge to use the cosmic hand effectively.

"Another trip billions of years back in time," Sunny sighed, adjusting his gloves. "Let’s hope she’s in a mood to answer my queries."

He closed his eyes.

The River of Time opened its maw, and Sunny stepped in.

The City of Gods:

While the Emperor traversed the eons, life in the City continued.

The City of Gods was a pot of divinities. Beings of fire walked alongside beings of water. Giants shared drinks with dwarves. And gossip, the universal language flowed freely.

At an open-air cafe near a fountain, two Gods were deep in conversation.

"Did you see the new guy? The Insectoid?" a God asked, leaning in.

"Beru?" Another God nodded. "Yeah. He looks terrifying. That aura... it feels like he wants to eat everything he sees. I heard he devoured a Demon General raw."

"Disgusting," the first God shivered. "But... we have to admit, he is strong. In many multiverses, insectoid races are common. Some Gods even specifically decided to evolve their lifeforms in such a way that their lifeforms become insectoids."

"That’s what I was going to say," the second God agreed. "He’s scary, but he’s on our side. We shouldn’t judge based on aesthetics."

"How wonderfully open-minded of you two," a third voice cut in.

The two Gods jumped. Sitting on the railing behind them, legs swinging casually, was a figure dressed in motley colors, wearing a mask that seemed to grin and frown simultaneously.

"Joker," the first God groaned. "Can you please mind your own business? We are relaxing and have no desire to hear your nonsense."

Joker smirked, leaning forward. "Relaxing? Interesting choice of words."

"I agree with your assessment of the Bug," Joker said. "He is strong. But shouldn’t you two be more worried about your own strength?"

"We all know the War is coming. The Emperor had build a tower for lifeforms and God-Maker realm for us. And The sky is getting dark."

"But here you are," Joker mocked, "gossiping about someone who could snap both your necks like dry twigs. Instead of analyzing Beru’s diet, shouldn’t you be strengthening your asses in the God Maker Realm?"

The second God flushed red. "We just spent a century in there! We deserve a break!"

"A century?" Joker laughed, hopping off the railing. "The demons have been training for a million years. But sure, have your latte. I’m sure the Demon Lords will wait for you to finish."

He bowed theatrically and strolled away, whistling a tune that was just slightly out of key, designed to annoy.

"I hate that guy," the first God muttered.

"He’s annoying," the second God admitted. "But... he’s right."

They looked at their drinks, suddenly losing their appetite. They stood up and headed toward the training grounds.

Joker watched them go from a distance, a genuine smile replacing his mocking one.

"Hah... I’m not doing this for Faith," Joker whispered to himself. "I’m just spreading awareness. Fear is the best motivator, after all."

The Residential District: Villa of Strategist.

In a quieter part of the city, where the architecture was orderly and precise, a different kind of celebration was happening.

Strategist stood on his balcony overlooking a private garden. A holographic interface floated before him, displaying a complex tree of names and stats.

"Excellent," Strategist murmured, adjusting his glasses.

[Report: A subject has successfully breakthrough to the Demigod Rank. That makes five demigods from the Divine Embryo, and three naturally ascended demigods]

He smiled, a rare expression for the usually serious God.

"Eight Demigods. My army is growing."

"Only eight?" a melodious voice teased from behind him.

Strategist turned. Walking out onto the balcony was Danica. She held two glasses of wine.

"Honey," she smiled, handing him a glass. "Check your calculations. Another lifeform of mine just ascended."

Strategist’s eyes widened.

"Another one? That brings your total to six."

"Exactly," Danica beamed, leaning against him. "So, together... we have fourteen Demigods."

They clinked glasses.

It was a strange romance, born of efficiency and shared goals. They had met outside the God Maker Realm. Their first meeting was a debate about the use of SS-Grades herbs to artificially help the lifeforms grow to the demigod realm, Debates turned to dinners, and dinners turned to a partnership.

"Fourteen Demigods," Strategist mused, looking out at the city lights.

Strategist put his arm around her.

"The war is coming, Danica."

"I know," she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. "But we will be ready. Our children will be ready."

Across the City of Gods, similar scenes played out. Some prepared with steel, some with magic, and some with love.

The calm before the storm was ending, and everyone, in their own way, was bracing for the impact.