Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 328: Ch 328 : Incorrect History

The Demon Capital: The Spire of Sin.

The city was eerily quiet.

Usually, the capital of the Demon Realm was a cacophony of screams, brawls, and the grinding of war machines. But with Demon Lords waiting for Sunny outside the multiverse of Gods and Belial preparing his invasion force, the streets were empty of the high-ranking nobility and the demon Gods.

In a dimly lit tavern near the city center, a figure rose from a round table. He wore a cloak woven from shadows, his face obscured by a hood.

"It’s time to start the next part of my plan," the figure whispered, tossing a pouch of coins onto the table.

He walked out into the crimson twilight.

It was Lom, the Demon God of Secrets. While the Lords were busy playing war, he was playing his own secret game.

He moved through the streets like a ghost, his steps silent, his presence erased from the perception of the few guards patrolling the area. His destination was the massive, twisted tower that pierced the blood-red sky, the Spire of Sin.

This was the seat of power. It was where the Council of Seven met. It was where the laws of the Demon Realm were written.

"Do you think I will believe that this entire realm was created by the Seven Demon Lords alone?" Lom scoffed internally, looking up at the imposing structure.

The official history was simple: The Seven Lords were born from the void mother. Their power was too great, threatening to destroy their physical forms. So, they released their excess energy, causing a Big Bang that formed the Demon Realm.

"A convenient fairy tale," Lom sneered. "If they were so strong, then why were the Gods able to kill them for billions of years."

He slipped past the main gates. Deimos had left high-level Gods and automated golems to guard the Spire, but Lom was the Lord of Secrets. He knew the passwords before they were even set.

He descended.

Down, past the meeting halls. Past the torture chambers. Past the vaults of cursed artifacts.

He reached the Basement.

It was a place that didn’t appear on any map. The air here was old, tasting of dust and forbidden magic.

Lom stopped in front of a massive door. It wasn’t made of metal or wood. It was made of nothingness yet everything seemed to exist within it, inscribed with runes that hurt the eyes just to look at.

"An SSS-Grade Sealing Array," Lom analyzed, tracing a rune with his gloved finger. "Designed to keep things in, not out."

"If you think this door can stop me, then you are really underestimating me."

Lom reached into his subspace storage. He pulled out a small, unassuming key made of rusted iron. It looked like trash, but it radiated an aura of absolute negation.

The Key of No Secrets.

It was an artifact from the an old God, capable of unlocking any physical or magical barrier. The cost? It took a million years to recharge after a single use.

"Worth it," Lom muttered.

He inserted the key into the center of the door.

CLICK.

The rusty key glowed with blinding white light, then instantly turned to dust, its power spent for the next million years.

The runes on the door screamed and shattered. The locking mechanism dissolved.

"Great work," Lom whispered, pocketing the dust. "Sleep well."

The door was unlocked, but it was heavy.

Lom glanced at his own shadow stretching across the floor.

"Maya," he said softly. "Do you want your master to work himself to death?"

The shadow rippled. It detached itself from the floor, rising up to form a sleek, feminine silhouette made of pure darkness.

Maya. Lom’s Shadow Servant.

She bowed, her form fluid and silent. She understood the command without words. She floated to the massive door and pushed.

She strained. Her shadowy muscles bulged.

Nothing happened. The door didn’t budge a millimeter.

Maya sighed, a sound like wind through dead leaves. She looked back at Lom with apologetic white eyes.

"Master... it is too heavy," she whispered.

Lom shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "I expected as much. You are a Shadow Demon, Maya. Asking you to lift weight is like asking a fish to climb a tree."

He walked up to the door, placing his hand on the cold surface.

"Allow me."

He didn’t push. He simply used a tiny portion of his demonic energy.

BOOM.

The massive doors didn’t just open; they were flung off their hinges, they flew across the room, smashing into the stone pillars on the other side with a deafening crash. and then they turned into the very nothingness they were created from.

"Subtlety is overrated," Lom chuckled, stepping over the threshold.

"Let’s go, Maya. Let’s see what the Seven Lords are hiding."

They walked into the hidden chamber.

Darkness assaulted them.

It wasn’t just the absence of light. It was a physical substance, a thick, inky soup that dampened sound and suffocated the senses. even Lom’s Demon God Eyes, which could see through illusions, failed to pierce it.

"I can’t see," Lom frowned. "This is... Absolute Darkness."

He turned to Maya.

"Maya, darkness is your domain. Can your shadows see anything?"

Maya floated ahead, merging with the shadows of the room. For a moment, there was silence.

Then, she gasped.

"Master..." Maya’s voice trembled, cracking with genuine terror.

"Turn... turn 20 degrees to the right. And move 20 steps ahead."

"You sound scared," Lom noted, his eyes narrowing. "Can you tell me what it is?"

"It... it is... Scary, Master," Maya whimpered. "And it moved too...."

While Lom delved into the forbidden history of demons, another entity was busy rewriting the future of mortals.

Shenlong, the Green Serpentine Dragon and Demigod of Miracles, sat in a high-backed chair carved from white marble.

He was in his humanoid form, a tall, devastatingly handsome man with long emerald hair and eyes that held the wisdom of a thousand years. His green scales formed natural armor along his arms and neck, glowing with faint divine light.

Across from him sat eighty beings.

They were the Elders of this Multiverse. Some were Elves, some were Dwarves, some were beings made of crystal. They were all Demigods, the apex of their respective worlds.

"So," a crusty old Dwarf Elder spoke, stroking his braided beard. "You say you come from another Multiverse? And your Master... this ’Emperor Cosmos’... controls it entirely?"

"Indeed," Shenlong replied. His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a natural authority that made the air vibrate.

"The Demons are already on their way," Shenlong stated, leaning forward. "Their goal is the destruction of all realities. Whenever a Multiverse nurtures a potential God, they attack. They annihilate. They leave nothing but dust."

A ripple of unease went through the room.

"Luckily," Shenlong continued, "your Multiverse has not yet birthed a True God. You are weak. That is your safety."

"But weakness is not a shield. It is merely a delay. Eventually, they will come for you to strip-mine your worlds for resources."

The eighty Elders exchanged glances. They were old, cunning, and proud. They didn’t just bow to the first stranger who walked in preaching doom.

"And your Master offers protection?" an Elf Matriarch asked skeptically. "In exchange for what? Our souls? Our freedom?"

"In exchange for Faith," Shenlong corrected gently.

"Faith costs you nothing but a prayer or belief. In return, you gain the protection of the Emperor. You gain access to the System. You gain a path to True Godhood."

He stood up.

As he rose, he unleashed a fraction of his Aura.

ROAR.

The phantom image of a colossal Green Dragon manifested behind him, filling the massive hall. The pressure was immense. The Elders felt their knees buckle. The air turned heavy, crushing their skepticism under the weight of absolute power.

Shenlong wasn’t asking. He was informing.

"I am merely a servant," Shenlong said, retracting the aura instantly, returning to his benevolent smile.

"If a servant has this much power... imagine the Master."

The Dwarf Elder swallowed hard. He looked at his shaking hands.

"We... we understand," the Dwarf croaked. "We will listen to your orders, atleast it is better than sliding with dmeos.."

Shenlong nodded, satisfied.

"Excellent choice. Let us begin the prayers."