Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 336: Ch 336 : The Real Void

While the "bubble" of Veridia buzzed with the frantic evolution of Demigods and the quiet plotting of the demon lords, the reality outside, the Real Void remained an emerald expanse of haunting beauty.

In this higher dimension, a world existed that was lush beyond mortal comprehension. Verdant forests stretched across floating islands, and rivers flowed not with water, but with liquid vitality. Near the bank of one such river, a figure sat with the quiet grace of a mountain.

"My Lady," a soft, youthful voice called out.

A young woman, a demihuman with the gentle features of a cow, velvety ears and a small, silver ring through her nose, approached.

She was dressed in a maid’s attire that shimmered with divine threads, her movements fluid and authoritative.

In her hands, she carried a bowl of soup that radiated a golden steam, an aroma so heavenly it could revive a dying star.

The figure by the river didn’t turn. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon where galaxies swirled like distant fireflies.

"My children... they have suffered too much because of me," the figure said, her voice a low, melodic thrum. "How can I have the heart to eat, to nurture myself, when they are fighting so desperately just to survive the next hour?"

The maid’s expression hardened into one of fierce, protective anger. "Lady Sansa, you must stop this. You cannot carry the sins of a traitor on your shoulders."

The maid knelt, placing the tray down with a firm click. "It was him, Ver.... He was the one who poisoned your essence, leaving you unable to enter your world for nearly a century while he carved away at your creation. He manipulated his own fabricated ’heroes’ to slaughter yours. He forced your children into oaths that became their shackles. You were forced, My Lady. You were a victim of his envy."

Sansa, the Void Mother, finally turned. Her beauty was a paradox, angelic in its purity, yet possessing a devilish intensity that spoke of primeval power.

"I spent almost all my energy just to weave the reincarnation cycle," Sansa whispered. "I rigged the threads of fate so that Verion’s puppets couldn’t truly erase them. I sent them to Veridia... to him."

"And you succeeded!" the maid insisted. "The ’Chosen One of the Void’ has awakened. And for him to grow and ascend to the throne, My Lady. You must eat. If your health fails, the prophecy will fail too and then we all will be dead."

Sansa looked at the maid and offered a small, weary smile. She took the soup, but her mind drifted back... back to a time trillions of years (according to time of her bubble) before Veridia was even a thought.

In the Real Void, the laws of existence were written by the Nihilium Clan, the Royal Void Beasts. For them, space was not a luxury; it was a birthright.

When Sansa had first ascended to the rank of a True God, the Law of Space had allotted her an "Endless Domain", a private pocket of the void that she could shape to her whim using a tiny bit of her power.

Most of her kin used their domains for war games or to hoard cosmic treasures. But Sansa was a dreamer. She wanted to build. She wanted to nurture a garden of a billion multiverses.

Just as she laid the first foundation stone of her private space, the Great Prophecy of the Void echoed through every soul in the Nihilium Clan:

> "A CHILD SHALL BE BORN TO OVERCOME THE BEYONDERS. HE SHALL LEAD THE VOID RACE TO A HEIGHT UNIMAGINED."

The prophecy was loud and clear, it spoke of one child. But the Void, in its infinite wisdom, possessed a safety mechanism.

It knew that a single target would be assassinated by rival factions within the clan before it could even crawl. To protect the true successor, the Void allowed for the emergence of "Multiple Candidates."

This sparked the Era of the Breeding Wars.

The Nihilium Royals began to breed at a frantic pace, hoping that the genetic lottery would grant them the Chosen One. But a decade passed, and then five, and no such child appeared in the royal cradles.

Then, the first anomaly occurred.

A wandering God found a baby floating in the deep currents of the Real Void, drifting past star-eaters and cosmic storms with zero care. The child wasn’t just surviving; the Void was actively curving around him, protecting him like a shield.

The Royal Court was stunned. This child was the first verified Chosen One. It proved a terrifying truth: the Chosen One didn’t just come from a womb. He could be manifested by the Void itself, appearing anywhere in reality.

This changed everything. Sansa, who was unmarried and lived under the strict, watchful eye of her father, knew she couldn’t wander the void to find a child, nor could she birth one.

"If I cannot find him, and I cannot birth him," she had whispered to herself eons ago, "then I shall create the conditions for him to appear."

Sansa began to populate her private space with "Experimental Gods." Every decade in the Real Void, which equated to roughly a hundred thousand years inside her accelerated private space, she crafted a new pinnacle being.

She created Adam, the God of Growth.

She created Freya, the God of Restriction.

She created Beru, the God of evolution.

She was building a "Nursery of Divinity," hoping that by gathering enough concentrated potential in one place, the Void would eventually spark the "Chosen One" within her garden.

But her success drew the Curse of the Nihilium.

The more life and order she created, the more the "Void Beasts" were attracted to her domain. These were not the royal beasts of her clan, but mindless parasites that devoured everything they touched.

Her private space began to rot from the edges, the darkness of the "True Void" leaking in to reclaim her light.

Adam and the other Primal Gods realized that their mother’s garden was dying. To save their own lives, they fled.

They tore themselves away from the Nothingness of Sansa’s private void and created their own multiverses in the deeper layers of space.

To help her children, Sansa placed a seal in these deep layers, a seal that made sure no void beast could tear the space to enter the territory of her children.

Sansa finished her soup, feeling the warmth of the Faith-laden broth stabilizing her soul.

She looked up at the sky. In the Real Void, you could see the Bubbles of other Gods drifting like soap suds in a vast ocean.

Some were dark, some were bright, and one... one was glowing with a violet-gold radiance that was beginning to sting her eyes.

"He’s doing it," Sansa whispered, her eyes shining with tears. "Cosmos... Sunny. He is merging the fragments of my children. He is fixing what Verion broke."

She laid back on the emerald grass, her heart fluttering.

"Sister, Your child is really something.... I hope you are proud of him" she said wipping the tear away from the corner of her eyes.

Verion thought he was the architect because he created the Demon Lords. He thought he was clever for poisoning Sansa and manipulating the war. But he didn’t realize that Sansa had already accounted for his treachery.

She had designed this era to be a crucible, an anchor that connects all the Gods and the demon lords, for the final battle, a battle that will happen not only in one world, it will happen both in the bubble and the real void.

"That Ver... Ahem why am I forgetting that i can’t say his name....."

"he is making his move, isn’t he?" the maid asked, noticing the way the stars in the sky were beginning to flicker.

"He is," Sansa replied, her gaze turning cold. "He has been at it for a long time"

She looked at the distant bubble of hers that floated in the dark space, which at the same time was revolving inside her.

The bubble not only glowed with violet-gold radiance, but there was another radiance coming from it, which looked dark and red.

"Long time ago... He asked me if we can interlink our private space, so that lifeforms from both bubbles could fight and grow together... I accepted his deal because I knew my children were Powerful" she said with a sigh, as if regretting this decision.

"But when I was poisoned and wasn’t able to enter my bubble, he killed my children...."

"And now he wants to merge both bubbles, so that his demonic energy could corrupt my world and he can kill Sunny...."

She stood up, her angelic-devilish beauty radiating a sudden, terrifying pressure that made the river stop flowing.

"But he forgets one thing," Sansa whispered to the void. "Sunny is the true chosen one of the void, born with infinite potential, and that is not the end of it, even though the seal on him is still not broken, but I have still returned him a small part of his innate talent..."

"I returned him his ability to Manifest his own destiny.... Something that is rare even among the Royal Void Beasts"