Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 348: Ch 348 : The Space Theft

Sunny hovered motionless in the quiet void right beyond the City of Gods.

This colossal edifice, an unparalleled wonder of celestial design stretching across numerous star systems, pulsed with the unified echo of billions of essences.

It formed the core of his dominion, the throne of his might, and the initial grand "Tree" he aimed to relocate into his personal realm.

Yet, as he geared up to extend his universe-inscribed hand, a ripple clashed against his Divine Intuition.

'The captives,' Sunny mused, his gaze sharpening beneath the star-etched mask.

Buried in the fortified depths of the City's prison, resided the Little Devils, the defiant insurgents, the infiltrators, and the elite dangers who scorned submission.

These weren't his devotees. They were venom. Absorbing the City with them still confined would mean poisoning his own bloodstream. Conquering a realm demanded its purity; no dissidents could taint the haven of his spirit.

"I must eliminate them," Sunny murmured. "Tracking them individually could delay things and doom Adam. Speed is essential."

He readied himself to warp straight into the detention area for a widespread purge, but his intuition flared with a piercing, revealing glow.

The alert had faded. Replacing it was an odd feeling of emptiness. The captives had vanished.

Sunny turned his sight, peering laterally through the strata of space. There, concealed in the creases of the profound void encircling the City, he sensed an entity, a millennium of focused malice and icy resolve aimed directly at him.

Sunny grinned. He required no glance to identify it; these were his detainees.

"Lom..." Sunny's tone thundered, boosted by the emptiness. "Do you genuinely believe scavenging my captives will elevate you to match a Demon Lord? A forager remains a forager, regardless of the riches gleaned from refuse. Still... thanks. You've spared me the chore of tidying my domain."

The entity in the gloom tensed, then dissolved, withdrawing into the obscurity with its freshly freed prizes. Sunny remained indifferent. Lom had unwittingly smoothed his way, and these moments might preserve Adam's existence.

"Now," Sunny breathed. "Time to warp existence."

He unfurled his God’s Domain, summoning a radiant, purple-golden orb that enveloped the whole City of Gods.

"Size Manipulation," Sunny ordered.

He drew upon his God’s Authority, extracting the ability from Nova, the Demigod of Space.

However, Sunny refrained from wielding the force on himself. He executed a metaphysical shortcut... connecting the size-altering gift to his God’s Domain, effectively deceiving the cosmos into viewing the entire City of Gods as an extension of his bodily self.

And since it belonged to his form, he held sway over its dimensions.

Existence started to rumble. For the billions of Gods dwelling within, all appeared unchanged; their structures and heavens stayed fixed. But from an external vantage, the City of Gods contracted at a startling, dimension-bending pace.

It dwindled from solar system scale to planetary. Then continental. Then residential.

In mere instants, the mightiest divine metropolis across the multiverse had compressed to such microscopic proportions it resembled a lone hydrogen atom.

Sunny extended his hand. The atom-scaled City of Gods drifted toward his grasp, shining with intense, dazzling brilliance.

The instant the atom met his stellar flesh, it didn't linger. It disappeared.

It bypassed his gut or thoughts; it merged into a realm elsewhere... an expanding personal void tethered to his essence.

BOOM.

A muted surge of energy coursed through Sunny’s nerves. The bond formed instantly and overpoweringly.

He sensed the pulses of 6 billion Gods plus trillions of demigods and beings inside the city. Their devotions, terrors, and profound wonder at the atmospheric change washed over him.

The influx of Faith didn't merely grow; it became a raging cascade. Sunny experienced his core thickening, growing denser, more commanding.

Then, the transformation ignited.

The stellar dermis, once confined to his hands and wrists, surged forward. It raced up his arms with insatiable velocity, the astral material inscribing itself into his sinews and skeleton.

Every segment of stellar skin delivered another enormous surge to his foundational attributes, his essence reserves, his insight, his battle prowess, and his metaphysical presence.

'I'm not merely rescuing them,' Sunny comprehended, his respiration catching. 'I'm harnessing them to propel my rise. Each realm I seize amplifies my strength.'

Beneath his garment, he detected his innate flesh, earlier rendered fragile by Belial’s deceit, restoring to normalcy and then fortifying beyond. He was evolving into something mightier.

The View from the Beyond: The Real Void

In the Real Void, the elevated realm housing the Nihilium Clan, Lady Sansa’s multiverse appeared as a splendid, glowing sphere floating in an infinite jade sea.

To inferior entities, no alteration occurred. Yet to the Watchful Beings, the Imperial Guardians, and the primordial Void Creatures... a change registered.

The bulk of Lady Sansa’s cosmos had abruptly lessened. It was a slight fraction, equivalent to one Solar System... yet in the fragile equilibrium of the Void, it echoed like thunder.

At the same instant, a fresh, minuscule sphere had sparked into being in a remote, unoccupied region of the expanse, bearing precisely the mass Sansa had forfeited.

But prior to the Imperial Assembly dispatching a probe to probe this "Space Theft," the novel sphere evaporated. It didn't burst; it concealed itself, veiled by a force evading conventional sensing.

"My Lady," the petite cow-attendant murmured, her gaze filled with alarm as she positioned herself by the streamside in Sansa’s secluded domain.

"The Assembly is in turmoil. Whispers of the 'Missing Mass' abound. They label it Space Theft. Should they uncover the culprit..."

"Let them chatter," Sansa responded, her tone composed and firm while observing the far-off celestial lights.

"They grow restless. Among our kind, pilfering mass from a peer’s sphere warrants utter obliteration. They crave diversion; they seek drama."

"Yet My Lady, what truly transpired?" the attendant urged. "How did that mass just... vanish?"

"It didn't vanish," Sansa countered, a faint, satisfied grin gracing her mouth. "Cosmos claimed it. The 'new sphere' they spotted is the domain granted him by the Law of Space... his inheritance as Royalty."

"Regarding its evasion... the Void is concealing him. It recognizes his vulnerability, a nascent heir amid predators. It shelters him until he can rise."

"But My Lady," the attendant’s words quivered with true apprehension. "If he keeps siphoning your sphere’s mass... repercussions will follow. Your potency will wane. You’re essentially yielding your power to him."

Sansa pivoted to face the attendant, her divine-demonic allure emanating a tranquil, devoted glow.

"Cease fretting over me, small one. Upon fully awakening his lineage, he’ll access his Divine Creation gift. Then, forging multiverses... even a complete sphere brimming with billions of multiverses... demands merely a flick of his wrist. He’ll repay what he’s borrowed, manifold."

Sansa reclined on the verdant turf, shutting her eyes as she slipped into profound contemplation to reinforce her base.

"As for the repercussions... they mean nothing to me. My existence is owed to my sibling. She requested one favor: safeguard her offspring. If I must serve as kindling for his ascent, I’ll blaze until only cinders remain."