Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 362: Ch 362 : Overpowered

Sunny glided through the lightless currents of the deep void, his cosmic form leaving a faint trail of starlight that dissipated almost instantly.

Despite the immense, reality-warping power coursing through his Nihilium bloodline, his thoughts remained anchored within the Elsewhere of his soul.

No matter how much he tried to adopt the cold, detached nonchalance of a True God, he couldn’t quite stomach the sudden surge in casualties within his inner world.

A trillion lives in a day, the statistic sat heavy in his mind. He was thankful for the Divine Immortality he had granted them; the fact that they possessed nine extra lives meant that this Era of Friction was a brutal learning curve rather than a final extinction.

’They’ll learn,’ Sunny mused, his eyes flickering with the light of a thousand distant suns. ’Pain is the most efficient teacher. Next time, that damage dealer’s party will keep their shields up, and the merchants will invest in better security.’

Suddenly, Sunny came to a dead halt. His had picked up a rhythmic disturbance in the fabric of space.

Directly ahead lay a multiverse that sat like a cluster of glowing pearls in the dark.

It was nearly three times smaller than the Multiverse of Gods. Sunny directly used his divine eyes on the multiverse. And there, wandering the multiverse like vultures, was a scouting party, five Demon Gods, their auras a corrosive red against the pristine air of the world.

"Finally," Sunny whispered, a predatory grin spreading behind his mask. "Someone to test my new hacks on."

As he approached, the multiverse’s protective barrier flared with a defensive light, ready to repel any intruder.

But the moment Sunny’s aura touched the veil, the barrier didn’t just yield; it shuddered in terror.

Recognizing the power of the entity in front of it, the barrier peeled itself back, creating a smooth, welcoming tunnel for him to pass through.

"Good boy," Sunny murmured. He knew that if he hadn’t suppressed his aura, the sheer pressure of his existence would have shattered the barrier like a hammer through a window.

Sunny utilized Void Step, flickering through the dimensions to appear instantly in the path of the Demon Gods.

The demons skidded to a stop, their dark wings buffeting the vacuum. They looked at the glowing world behind Sunny and then at him, their eyes narrowing.

To them, Sunny looked like a local deity, perhaps a God of this specific multiverse, trying to protect his home.

Sunny intentionally dampened his aura, masking the cosmic texture in his skin until he looked like a standard human God of a mortal realm.

He needed them to be confident; if they sensed his true pressure, they wouldn’t even dare to attack him, which was not something that Sunny wanted at all.

"Return to the Abyss, trespassers!" Sunny shouted. His voice was projected with a deliberate tremor, a masterpiece of acting that blended a surface-level calmness with a deep-seated, desperate fear.

"This is my territory. Any further encroachment will be dealt with... accordingly!"

The Demon Gods shared a look. One of them whispered, "Deal with us?" before the entire group erupted into mocking laughter.

"I am the God of the Undying Flame!" Sunny continued, his voice rising into a slightly panicked pitch. "I will burn you to cinders if you take one more step!"

"Try your best, fire-dog," the leader of the pack sneered, a towering brute with obsidian horns. "We shall see if you are only good at barking, or if those little sparks of yours can actually bite."

Sunny nodded, his hands shaking with fear. He began to ostentatiously whisper a spell, drawing out the process to make it look like a high-cost ultimate move.

Around him, the air began to thicken, the momentum of the void building into a suffocating pressure.

He realized halfway through that he was overdoing it. Even at 1% power, his intent was starting to warp the gravity. With a mental nudge, he softened the spell’s core.

Suddenly, a massive dragon of incandescent fire roared out of Sunny’s palm. Its scales were liquid suns, and its eyes were white-hot novas.

The sheer presence of the beast made the Demon Gods freeze, their mana circuits locking up in the face of such concentrated heat.

But just as the dragon’s jaws were inches from the lead demon, it suddenly flickered, shuddered, and vanished into a puff of harmless steam.

Sunny collapsed to one knee in the void, panting heavily. His face turned a deathly, artificial pale. "Hah... hah... Get lost! That... that was just a warning! Next time, I won’t... won’t hold back!"

The Demon Gods stood in stunned silence for a full minute. Then, a slow, cruel realization hit them.

"Did you see that?" the leader whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of leftover terror and new-found greed. "He used a Forbidden Art. He burned his entire reserves just to scare us away. He’s empty now."

"That was your best, wasn’t it, fire-dog?" another demon laughed, though his voice still carried the echo of the dragon’s roar. "You nearly had us. Too bad your God-Body isn’t able to handle the strain."

"I’ve seen enough," the strongest demon said, his aura flaring. "You can die now."

He launched himself at Sunny like a black meteor. To the other demons, he was a blur of lethal speed.

To Sunny, who had his Divine eyes open, the attacker was moving with the agonizing slowness of a snail crawling through honey.

Sunny looked at the demon god, whose whole body was marked with red by his divine eyes, meaning that wherever Sunny hit, it would be a fatal damage to the demon god.

Sunny decided to stay on his knee. He wanted to test the Rebound talent first.

The Demon God’s fist, wreathed in corrosive Abyssal Miasma, slammed into Sunny’s chest with the force of a tectonic shift.

The demon expected to feel Sunny’s ribs shatter and see him launched across the solar system.

Instead, the demon felt a Recoil that defied the laws of physics.

The impact didn’t pass through Sunny; it hit an invisible, conceptual wall and turned around.

The momentum didn’t just return, it resonated with Sunny’s Nihilium bloodline, amplifying the force.

CRACK.

The demon’s fist disintegrated into nothingness. The cracks spread up his arm, into his shoulder, and across his chest in a millisecond.

The demon didn’t even have time to scream before his entire body shattered like a glass statue caught in a sonic boom, his essence dissipating into nothingness.

"Woah!" Sunny exclaimed, standing up and brushing a speck of imaginary dust off his robes.

He looked at the empty space where the leader had been. He had expected the rebound to be deadly, but this was absolute.

’The damage was doubled,’ Sunny noted. ’The talent doesn’t just reflect the force; it reflects it with twice the force. Beautiful.’

The remaining four Demon Gods were paralyzed. They didn’t understand.

Their leader hadn’t just died; he had been erased by his own strike. They tried to turn and run, but their legs felt like lead.

"I wanted to test my Divine Adaptability Against weaker foes," Sunny said, his voice no longer trembling. It was deep, resonant, and carried the weight of a Sovereign. "But I don’t think you lot have enough power to actually endanger me."

He realized the flaw in his testing plan. Divine Adaptability was a high-tier adaptive talent that only triggered when Sunny’s well-being was truly threatened.

But because of Primeval Resonance, his body naturally ignored any damage below a certain threshold.

To Sunny, a Demon God’s punch wasn’t an attack, it wasn’t even an itch.

His body didn’t bother adapting to something that couldn’t even bypass his passive talent.

"Being too overpowered is a sin," Sunny sighed to the void. "I can’t even get a proper diagnostic on my own stats."

With a flick of his fingers, he summoned a second fire dragon. This one didn’t vanish. It swept through the remaining four demons in a flash of white light, incinerating their very souls before they could even beg for mercy.

Sunny shook his head, looking at the silent multiverse behind him. It was time to stop playing and start the harvest.

He reached into the fabric of space, his fingers plucking the Law Threads of the dimensions. With a sharp tug, he opened a massive, golden portal that illuminated the dark for millions of miles.

One by one, ten figures stepped through the portal. They were the High Gods of Sunny’s inner world, his most trusted subordinates and friends.

"Today," Sunny’s voice boomed, filling the vacuum with a sound like dragon roaring, "I have summoned you for a feast."

Zir stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a hungery, fanatical devotion. "What kind of feast, Boss? My sword has been dry for too long."

Strategist looked around at the unfamiliar stars, his mind already mapping the ley lines of this new reality.

"Emperor, this isn’t our multiverse of Gods or the sub universe. This is a new multiverse..."

"Correct," Sunny said, gesturing to the glowing worlds behind him. "Your feast is this entire multiverse. I have already cleared the demon Gods. Now, I want you to descend. Chose a universe each. Establish your temples. Spread your legends."

Sunny looked at his Gods, his gaze lingering on the gold thread on their soul, the sign of their connection to him.

The Gods bowed in unison, their auras erupting in a display of divine power that made the local stars dim in comparison.