Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 391: Another Misunderstanding

Sunny stood in the absolute silence of the dark void, his violet eyes reflecting the shimmering light of the hundreds of multiverses floating before him like clusters of diamonds on a black velvet sheet.

The Domain of Negation had been pulled back into Allegra's soul, leaving these multiverses vulnerable and flickering.

"Let's start the harvest, shall we?" Sunny whispered, a faint, predatory smile touching his lips.

He didn't rush. He moved with the practiced grace of a gardener, flowing toward the first multiverse.

He reached out with his conceptual authority, his fingers grazing the boundary of the multiverse. With a rhythmic, pulsing glow, he began to fold the multiverses into his soul-space, integrating them one by one into the vast, expanding territory of his Inner World.

Every integration sent a shiver of power through his cosmic body; his hunger for the power was being satisfied, one galaxy at a time.

Meanwhile, within the Inner World, specifically in the City of Gods, the atmospheric weight of divinity had surpassed anything Adam had witnessed in the Old Era.

The very air hummed with a vibration that made the clouds glow with iridescent light.

The population of the city had nearly doubled. Apart from the initial six billion Gods of the Pantheon, there were now five billion Reincarnations of the Old Gods. These ancient souls, rescued from the Beyonder's graveyard, were currently suspended in glowing spherical bubbles, their auras fluctuating wildly as they underwent the Great Awakening.

The Overseer, Sunny's sixteenth and most administratively gifted clone, stood on a balcony overlooking the bubbles.

Beside him, Allegra watched the process with wide, ruby eyes. She looked small and uncertain in the face of such structured, high tier civilization.

"What is happening to them?" Allegra asked, her voice hushed. "Their auras are stirring so fast. Are they... are they wearing eating divine?"

"They are reclaiming their history," the Overseer replied, his voice a calm echo of Sunny's own. "They will need a few hours at least, and perhaps a few days at most, to fully re-interface with their Void-born powers. You need not worry about them now. Let me show you the place where you can sleep in peace, far from the mocking of the void."

Allegra looked at the bubbles and then down at her own pale, star-colored hands. A shadow of guilt crossed her face. She wanted to apologize to them, to tell them she was sorry for drinking their energy like a parched traveler, but the words felt too small for the crime.

She made a silent, internal vow: one day, she would pay them back ten-fold.

"Don't dwell on the past, Allegra," the Overseer said, sensing the shift in her mood. "In the end, your domain acted as a cocoon. Had you not swallowed them, the Demon Lords would have hunted them to extinction. You didn't steal their lives; you inadvertently saved them."

Allegra nodded fiercely, clutching the hem of her simple tunic. She followed the Overseer as he led her deeper into the celestial architecture.

"Initially, the main body had intended to house you in the void between the multiverses inside my inner world," the Overseer explained as they stepped onto a transport platform made of solid light. "But he has changed his mind. We are taking you to the God-Maker Realm."

"God-Maker Realm?" Allegra tilted her head, her curiosity finally overriding her shyness. "What does that look like?"

The Overseer smiled. "Tell me, Allegra... what do you know of the Law of Time?"

"A little," she said, reciting the fragments she had heard from older Beyonders. "I know it is the fundamental law born when the Void Emperor Zero first gazed into the emptiness. It is a linear law, a river that flows only one way. Once a moment passes, it is gone forever."

She looked at him for affirmation, like a child seeking praise from a teacher.

"You are correct in theory, but wrong in practice," the Overseer said. He raised his hand, and the particles of light around them began to spin in a localized vortex, accelerating until they became a blur.

"Time is a law, and like any law, it can be bent, stretched, or folded to the will of a being."

He manifested a bubble of mana in the air between them, then placed a smaller bubble inside it.

"Think of this large bubble as the Real Void," the Overseer explained. "Currently, you are in our Inner World, which is already accelerated ten-fold compared to the reality outside. But inside this world..." He created a third, tiny bubble within the second.

"There exists the God-Maker Realm. It is a sub-dimension where time flows ten times faster than even the Inner World."

Allegra's eyes widened as she did the math. "So... if the Real Void moves at a speed of one... and the Inner World is ten... then the God-Maker Realm is... a hundred?"

"Bingo," the Overseer said, reaching out to playfully poke her cheek. "One year in the Real Void is a century of training inside the God-Maker Realm. In the time it takes for that Coward, to finish his afternoon tea, you could have evolved through days of physical cultivation. We will turn your Negation into a weapon that even the High Royals cannot ignore."

Allegra's mouth fell open. "We can become stronger than him... just by staying here?"

"That is the plan," the Overseer said. "But before you enter seclusion, I believe you owe it to yourself to see what a true civilization looks like. Welcome to the City of Gods."

While the City of Gods flourished, the Demonic Realm was spiraling into a state of metaphysical breakdown.

The death of Deimos had left a conceptual hole in the heart of the Abyss. The remaining five Demon Lords; Maledictus, Phobos, Malakai, Belial, and Ichor, were no longer the arrogant masters of the dark. They were confused, paranoid, and physically ailing.

"Someone is tempering with our foundations," Phobos, the Lord of Fear, whispered. He was clutching his head, his claws digging into his temples. They were gathered in the High Spire, but the room felt cold and alien.

"I try to remember the day the Demonic Realm was forged... I try to remember how we created this giant realm... but there is only a grey fog."

"And why is no one talking about Deimos?" Malakai, the Lord of Despair barked, his voice cracking. "I refuse to believe that Cosmos had the strength to snuff out a Lord of Discord. There was something else in that darkness. Something primal."

Since the cataclysm, the council's time had been split between stabilizing the cracking crust of the realm and fighting the mounting gaps in their own memories. They had almost forgotten the catalyst of their misery.

"I warned you all!" Belial shrieked, his voice filled with a frantic, high-pitched terror. He was pacing the obsidian floor, his eyes darting to every shadow.

"I told you Cosmos was linked to the Void Mother! You laughed! You called him a fluke! Now look at us! Our leader is a pile of ash in the void, and we can't even remember how we created our home!"

"The Void Mother..." Maledictus whispered, her voice choking on the name. A cold dread settled over her. If she was backing Sunny, then their war was over before it began.

"We must pivot," Maledictus declared, her voice regaining a sliver of authority.

"From this moment on, we will not touch Cosmos. We do not look at his multiverses. We do not even think his name. If he is the chosen of the Mother, he is beyond our reach. We must focus all of our remaining strength on the thief, Lom. He is the one we can still kill. He is the one who is stealing our children."

"But Maledictus," Malakai asked, his voice shaking. "Every time I think about the creation of this spire... my mind diverts. It's like a physical wall in my brain. Do you think... do you think we are being manipulated?"

Maledictus looked at her colleagues. She saw the same hollow look in their eyes. She felt the same gap in her soul where something should be.

"Forget it," she commanded, though her heart wasn't in it. "If we cannot remember, it is because we are not meant to. We must hunt the thief until he is found. Let Cosmos have the outer world. We will atleast keep the abyss."

The five Lords nodded in a grim, silent pact. They turned their gazes back to their maps, their targets now locked on Lom.

Back in the void, Sunny let out a long, satisfied breath as the final multiverse disappeared into his soul. His Faith reservoir was overflowing, his inner world had expanded by hundereds of new multiverses and he had a Beyonder in his training room.

He looked toward the Demonic Bubble, sensing the Chaos inside it.

"They will surely overthink... Meaning I have all the time I need to grow," Sunny chuckled, his violet eyes glowing with a cold, divine light.