Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 348: Ch 348 : The Space Theft

Sunny stood suspended in the silent vacuum just outside the City of Gods.

The massive structure, a masterpiece of divine architecture that spanned the width of several star systems, hummed with the collective resonance of billions of souls.

This was the heart of his empire, the seat of his power, and the first major "Tree" he needed to transplant into his own garden.

However, as he prepared to reach out with his cosmic-etched hand, a vibration grated against his Divine Intuition.

’The prisoners,’ Sunny thought, his eyes narrowing behind the cosmic patterned mask.

Deep within the high-security bowels of the City’s dungeon lay the Little Devils, the unyielding rebels, the spies, and the high-tier threats who refused to bend the knee.

They were not his followers. They were toxins. If he incorporated the City while they were still inside, he would be injecting a poison into his own veins. To capture a world, he needed it pure; there could be no rebels in the sanctuary of his soul.

"I need to purge them," Sunny whispered. "If I have to hunt them down one by one, the delay might cost Adam his life. I need to be fast."

He prepared to teleport directly into the prison block to carry out a mass execution, but his intuition suddenly pulsed with a sharp, clarifying light.

The warning was gone. In its place was a bizarre sensation of vacancy. The prisoners were no longer there.

Sunny shifted his gaze, looking sideways through the layers of the space. There, lurking in the folds of the deep space surrounding the City, he felt a presence, a thousand years of concentrated hatred and cold ambition directed straight at him.

Sunny smirked. He didn’t need to look to know who it was, these were his prisoners.

"Lom..." Sunny’s voice boomed, amplified by the vacuum. "You truly think that by scavenging my prisoners, you’ll suddenly stand on the same level as a Demon Lord? A scavenger is still a scavenger, no matter how much gold he picks from the trash. But... thanks. You saved me the trouble of cleaning my own house."

The presence in the shadows stiffened, then vanished, retreating into the darkness with its newly liberated assets. Sunny didn’t care. Lom had inadvertently cleared the path for him, maybe these few minutes could save Adam’s life.

"Now," Sunny whispered. "It’s time to fold reality."

He expanded his God’s Domain, manifesting a shimmering, violet-gold sphere that encapsulated the entire City of Gods.

"Size Manipulation," Sunny commanded.

He tapped into his God’s Authority, pulling the talent from Nova, the Demigod of Space.

But Sunny didn’t apply the power to his own body. He performed a conceptual bypass... he linked the talent of size manipulation to his God’s Domain, essentially tricking the universe into believing that the entire City of Gods was a part of his own physical form.

And because it was his body, he could dictate its scale.

The reality began to groan. To the billions of Gods living inside, nothing seemed to change; their buildings and their skies remained constant. But to the outside observer, the City of Gods began to shrink with an alarming, reality-warping velocity.

It went from the size of a solar system to the size of a planet. Then a continent. Then a house.

Within seconds, the most powerful city of divinity in the multiverse had become so infinitesimally small that it could be mistaken for a single atom of hydrogen.

Sunny reached out. The atomic-sized City of Gods floated toward his palm, glowing with a concentrated, blinding intensity.

The moment the atom touched his cosmic skin, it didn’t just sit there. It vanished.

It didn’t enter his stomach or his mind; it integrated into a space that existed elsewhere... a burgeoning private dimension anchored to his soul.

BOOM.

A silent explosion of power rippled through Sunny’s nervous system. The connection was instantaneous and overwhelming.

He felt the heartbeats of 6 billion Gods and the trillions of demigods and lifeforms residing within the city. He could feel their prayers, their fears, and their sheer awe at the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

The flow of Faith didn’t just increase; it turned into a torrential downpour. Sunny felt his very essence thickening, becoming more potent, more absolute.

And then, the evolution triggered.

The cosmic skin, which had previously been limited to his hands and wrists, began to move. It crawled up his forearms with a ravenous speed, the cosmic substance etching itself into his muscles and bones.

Each inch of cosmic skin provided another massive boost to his base stats, his mana capacity, his comprehension, his combat power, and his conceptual weight.

’I’m not just saving them,’ Sunny realized, his breath hitching. ’I’m using them to fuel my own ascension. Every universe I capture makes me more powerful"

Inside his robe, he could feel his original skin, previously made paper-thin by Belial’s lie, returning to its natural state and then strengthening even further. He was becoming a stronger.

The View from the Beyond: The Real Void

In the Real Void, the high-dimensional space where the Nihilium Clan lived, the multiverse of Lady Sansa looked like a magnificent, shimmering bubble drifting in an endless emerald ocean.

To the lesser beings, nothing had changed. But to the Observant Ones, the Royal Overseers and the ancient Void Beasts... a shift was detected.

The mass of Lady Sansa’s reality had suddenly decreased. It was a marginal amount, the weight of one Solar System... but in the delicate balance of the Void, it was a thunderclap.

Simultaneously, a new, tiny bubble had flickered into existence in a distant, unclaimed sector of the space, carrying the exact mass that Sansa had lost.

But before the Royal Court could send a scout to investigate this "Space Theft," the new bubble vanished. It didn’t pop; it was simply hidden, cloaked by a power that defied standard detection.

"My Lady," the little cow-maid whispered, her eyes wide with worry as she stood by the riverbank in Sansa’s private world.

"The Court is in an uproar. Everyone is talking about the ’Missing Mass.’ They are calling it a Space Theft. If they find out who is doing this..."

"Let them talk," Sansa said, her voice calm and steady as she watched the distant stars.

"They are bored. In our race, stealing mass from another member’s bubble is a crime punishable by total erasure. They want entertainment; they want a scandal."

"But My Lady, what actually happened?" the maid pressed. "How did that mass simply... cease to be?"

"It didn’t cease to be," Sansa replied, a small, proud smile touching her lips. "It was claimed by Cosmos. The ’new bubble’ they detected is the space allotted to him by the Law of Space... his birthright as a Royal."

"As for its disappearance... it seems the Void itself is shielding him. It knows he is still weak, an unclaimed fledgling in a nest of vultures. It is hiding him until he is ready to stand."

"But My Lady," the maid’s voice trembled with genuine concern. "If he continues to harvest the mass of your bubble... it will eventually cause a backlash. Your own power level will drop. You are literally giving him your strength."

Sansa turned to look at the maid, her angelic-devilish beauty radiating a serene, self-sacrificing warmth.

"Do not worry about me, little one. Once he fully unlocks his bloodline, he will unlock his Divine Creation affinity. At that point, creating multiverses... even an entire bubble with billions of multiverses... will require nothing more than a single snap of his fingers. He will return what he has taken, a thousandfold."

Sansa laid back on the emerald grass, closing her eyes as she entered a state of deep meditation to stabilize her foundation.

"As for the backlash... I do not care. I owe my life to my sister. She asked only one thing of me: to protect her child. If I must become the fuel for his ascension, then I will burn until there is nothing left but ash."