Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 335: Ch 335 : A Global Holiday

"I feel like... I have been reborn."

Lom’s voice had changed. It no longer carried the tone of a somewhat strong yet weak demon god trying to survive in the shadows.

It was resonant, hollow, and laced with the power of the Real Void. He looked at his hand, not as a part of his body, but as a weapon of mass erasure.

He clutched his fist.

The laws of physics in the basement screamed. The air was crushed into a single point of infinite density. A micro-black hole formed in the center of his palm, swirling with the hunger of a thousand starving suns. The surrounding stone pillars began to stretch, their atoms being spaghettified by the gravitational pull.

Lom watched it with a detached curiosity. Then, with a casual exhale, he blew a breath of mana toward the black hole.

Puff.

The black hole simply ceased to exist, returning to the void as if it had never been more than a thought.

"Now," Lom whispered, a dark light flickering in his eyes. "This is what power is. Verion was right. The ’Gods’ of this bubble are merely playing with firecrackers while I have found the sun."

He turned toward the table, where Maya lay slumped in a magical coma. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her violently, her head rolling back and forth. But the Law of Sleep was absolute; she remained dead to the world, her breathing shallow and rhythmic.

Lom’s brow furrowed. He didn’t know the Law of Sleep. He hadn’t studied the intricate paths of the subconscious. But he did know how to trade. He knew how to bully.

"Mm... let’s see what my Negotiation skill can do against the fabric of reality," Lom chuckled.

He leaned down, his face inches from Maya’s ear, and addressed the invisible presence of the law itself.

"Law of Sleep," Lom whispered, his voice vibrating with his awakened power as the chosen one of the Void. "Hear me. Do you wish for every user of your law to die? Do you wish for your concept to be erased from every reality? If you do not release her, I will do exactly this...."

To any bystander, Lom would have looked like a lunatic threatening the empty air.

Laws were metaphysical constants, unfeeling and unthinking blueprints of the reality. One does not argue with gravity or debate with thermodynamics.

But the Chosen one of the Void carried an authority that transcended these things.

Maya’s eyelids flickered. The heavy, purple aura of the sleep curse began to pull back, retreating like a frightened animal. Her eyes snapped open, her pupils dilating as she gasped for air, her mind reeling from the transition.

"Good, good," Lom said, standing straight as if he hadn’t just threatened a fundamental force of nature. "Wake up, little shadow. We have a palace to visit."

He walked out of the basement without looking back, his footsteps leaving scorched, void-black imprints on the stone.

The Dream World: The Fields of Elysium

While Lom was increasing his powers, to reach the throne of everything, Sunny was descending into the depths of luxury.

He was no longer sitting on his Throne. He wasn’t wearing his robes and mask. Instead, he was lying on the soft, emerald-green grass of a hill he had manifested within the Dream World’s private God Space. The sky above was a permanent twilight, painted with violet and gold nebulae.

His head rested comfortably on Nyx’s thighs. He looked up at her, watching the moonlight reflect in her starlit hair.

Nyx plucked a grape from a silver tray, a fruit grown from the dream essence, and brought it to his lips.

Sunny opened his mouth, savoring the sweetness that tasted like peace.

In this moment, he wasn’t the Emperor of the Pantheon. He wasn’t the Ark carrying six billion Gods. He was just a man with a heavy heart, finding a moment of silence.

But bliss is the most fragile substance in the multiverse.

TING.

A sharp, needle-like jolt of Divine Intuition pierced through his relaxation.

Sunny bolted upright, nearly knocking the tray of grapes over. His eyes, usually calm, flashed with a sharp, piercing violet light.

"They are coming to meet me?" Sunny muttered, his mind instantly processing what his intuition wanted to say.

"What is it, dear?" Nyx asked, her fingers pausing as she ruffled his hair. She felt the shift in his aura, the transition from lover back to Sovereign.

"Two things," Sunny said, rubbing his temples as the information flooded his brain. "The rats in the wall... Kairos and Mongo. They’ve finally decided to crawl out of the sewers. They are heading toward the palace to seek an audience."

That didn’t bother him. He had known they were there for a long time. They were predictable. But it was the second jolt of intuition that made his blood run cold.

It was something that he didn’t recognize. It was ancient, cold, and possessed a weight that made the entire ’Bubble’ of their reality feel like it was made of thin glass.

"Someone else was just gazing at me," Sunny whispered, his voice tight. "Someone far stronger... strong enough to contend with the Void Mother. But the information is broken. It’s like looking at a reflection in shattered glass. I don’t know what it means."

Nyx’s expression grew serious. If something could hide from Sunny’s intuition, it was a threat of the highest order.

"Do you need to go back?" she asked softly.

Sunny looked at her, then at the peaceful world they had built. He felt a surge of stubbornness. He had worked too hard for this break.

"Not yet," Sunny said, forcing himself to lie back down, though his muscles remained coiled. "If I rush out every time the enemy sneezes, I’ll never get a moment with you."

He took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

"Let’s focus on our game. We’ve already conquered thirty-four universes in this simulation. Do you think any of the other Gods are ahead of us?"

Nyx smiled, seeing through his attempt to change the subject, but she played along. "My spies have infiltrated the neighboring universes. Most of those universes are fractured, ruled by petty warlords who can’t see past their own suns. Only a few have been consolidated under a single God, and even then, their technology is stagnant. We are in the lead, Emperor."

"Good," Sunny nodded. "We’ve been at this for tens of thousands of years in dream-time. You’d think I’d be bored of ruling, but watching these little stories unfold between us and our lifeforms... it’s the only thing that keeps me sane."

He looked at Nyx, his gaze softening.

"Nyx... did I tell you? In the real world, the Multiverse of Gods is officially my territory now. The conversion is also nearly complete."

Nyx leaned down, her lips brushing against his forehead. "Congratulations, my love. A king of two worlds. Don’t you think that requires a celebration?"

"A celebration? What do you have in mind?" Sunny asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"No, not that... I mean that too" Nyx giggled. "But first let the people celebrate. We spend so much time making them work, making them evolve, making them fight. For one day, let’s just let them be happy."

She waved her hand across the interface of the Dream World.

Immediately, a notification pulsed through the systems of every lifeform in the simulated empire, billions of humans, elves, and spirits across thirty-four universes.

[Divine Proclamation: The Gods are Pleased.]

[Event: The Day of the Sovereign’s Union.]

[Effect: All labor is suspended. All conflicts are paused. A global festival has been manifested in every capital city.]

[Note: To ensure the security of the faithful, all rival empires and hostile Gods are hereby Frozen in Time for 24 hours. Enjoy the peace.]

"There," Nyx said, pulling Sunny back into her arms. "The rest of the multiverse is on pause. Now, tell me more about this Void Mother... and that fellow who can contend with her, that you’re so worried about..."

Sunny laughed, the tension in his shoulders finally dissolving. The war could wait for a few more hours. In the dream, he was exactly where he needed to be.