Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 350: Ch 350 : An Emperor’s Mercy

Having integrated more than half of the Nihilium bloodline into his essence, Sunny had surpassed the constraints of the bubble in a manner that challenged conventional hierarchies of power.

He wasn't merely a God-Emperor perched at the top of a structure anymore; he had evolved into something essential, an emerging shaper of existence itself.

The Nihilium Clan served as the originators of order and chaos in the Real Void, the initial offspring of King Zero.

Their inherent privilege wasn't just the might to annihilate, but the right to establish definitions.

Even though his change remained unfinished... extending from his torso down to his legs in a radiant weave of Cosmos, Sunny had acquired the Vision.

He was able to perceive the Law Threads.

For any other entity across the multiverse, a Law represented an unseen, unchangeable natural force.

For Sunny, they appeared as tangible strands, luminous, oscillating cords linking ideas to the origin of their strength. And while others perceived an impenetrable barrier, Sunny viewed a weaving apparatus.

Belial, the Lord of Lies, was presently crafting a web of deceit so dense it ought to have choked the entire multiverse.

However, Sunny’s sixteen clones, united in his godly perception, ceased battling the Lie. They began grasping at the strings.

"It is time to move the target," Sunny murmured, his words echoing with the unified vibration from the multiverse he had gathered.

As Belial bellowed his orders, "You are alive! You are strong!", the clones executed a coordinated, otherworldly maneuver.

They avoided obstructing the abstract surge. Rather, one clone ripped a tiny tear in the dimensions, and collectively, they seized the Law Threads tied to Belial’s own might.

Through a graceful pull, they redirected the "Lie."

The abstract force missed Sunny and Adam entirely. Instead, it was channeled via the tear and released straight into the Demonic Realm.

Abruptly, the core laws upholding the demon cities started to distort.

Since the Law of Lies stemmed from Belial, and given that the bubble's basic rules prohibited a God from injuring the blameless without reason, a tremendous Backlash ignited.

The fabric of reality identified Belial’s force as an assault on his own followers. The threads started to quiver with a jarring, piercing tone, drawing from the Lord’s own essence to atone for the offense he was unwittingly inflicting on the demon inhabitants.

Belial sensed the irregularity right away. A abrupt, empty chill gripped his chest. "What... what is this?" he choked, his attractive features twisting as he experienced his strength beginning to wane, slipping away like liquid through a filter.

"You are alive!" Belial yelled once more, attempting to impose his intent on the clones.

Yet this time, the clones didn't merely redirect the thread; they Amplified it.

They infused their own Faith into Belial’s Law, boosting the Lie with the law threads of growth and bouncing it back toward its origin.

For the Lord of Lies, the void transformed into a chamber of mirrors where each image turned into a dagger.

He sensed the burden of "Death" surging toward his neck.... a demise he had planned for Sunny, now intensified by the Emperor’s own force.

Belial’s reflexes, sharpened across billions of years in combat, rescued him. Without deliberate intent, his form executed a blink, opening a portal to the Demon Capital and crossing through it to evade his own mirrored blow.

He positioned himself at the edge of the portal, breathing heavily, his aura wavering like a fading flame. He glanced at Adam, who remained quiet and astonished, and then at Sunny.

"What is happening?" Belial insisted, his tone breaking with a fear he hadn't known in ages. "What are you doing to my power?"

Sunny rose imposingly, his cosmic form emitting a violet-gold force that caused the vacuum to shudder.

He refrained from responding straightforwardly. He understood that revealing the truth—that a Nihilium Royal was merely revising the framework of his law—might drive the Lord to a desperate rampage.

"I am giving you a choice, Belial," Sunny declared, his voice commanding. "Return to your realm now, and I will allow you to keep your life. If you stay, I will unravel the thread of your existence until there is nothing left for the Abyss to reclaim."

Sunny advanced, the stars inside his chest shining more intensely. "In my Empire, people do not lie. And my Empire is expanding. Soon, every multiverse in this bubble will be under my Law. When that happens, there will be no ’Lies’ left for you to harvest. You will become a relic. A ghost. And since your power relies on the concept you embody, once the concept is gone, you will never return from the grave. This... could be your last death."

Adam gazed at Sunny, countless queries igniting in his thoughts. Why permit his escape? We have him trapped!

But Adam noticed the faint strain in Sunny’s cosmic grip. He grasped the reality: Sunny was bluffing once more, but at an elevated level.

Sunny could influence the threads, but sustaining the hold wouldn't last. Should Belial detect the burden on Sunny, the Lord might still triumph via endless endurance.

Sunny required additional universes to serve as supports for his Law-manipulation.

Belial fixed his stare on the Emperor. He observed the sixteen clones, each a flawless, mute guardian.

He perceived the weight of the souls Sunny bore... the 6 billion Gods and understood he faced no equal.

"So," Belial snarled, his ego bruised yet his will to survive prevailing. "What do you want in return for this? Nothing is free, especially not the life of a Lord."

"Nothing much," Sunny responded, a keen, hunter-like smile appearing behind his mask. "I want you to perform a cleansing. I want you to kill a Demon God for me."

Belial’s eyes tightened. "A Demon God? You would let me go for the head of a subordinate?"

"He is not your subordinate," Sunny clarified. "I want the head of Lom. He is the rat in your walls, Belial. He is plotting against the all seven of you. He just raided my prison and stole my assets. I want him dead, and I want my property returned."

Belial’s striking face settled into an expression of scheming. The reference to disloyalty didn't shock him; among demons, treachery was the main form of communication. But betrayal against a lord? That was unprecedented.

"If he is a traitor, he will find no sanctuary in the shadows," Belial vowed, his voice regaining its smooth, misleading allure.

"I will interrogate him myself. And I assure you... no lie can survive my presence when I am the one looking for the truth."

Belial retreated into the portal. "We have a deal. But do not think this makes us allies. The next time we meet, I will have found a way to counter you."

"I look forward to it," Sunny answered.

The portal closed abruptly, and the demonic force disappeared from his multiverse.

The ensuing quiet was oppressive. Adam released a prolonged, uneven exhale, his frame relaxing a bit as the Resilience talent shut off.

"You let a Lord walk away," Adam murmured, eyeing Sunny. "Was it worth it?"

Sunny examined his cosmic palms, the exhaustion from the Great Harvest at last asserting itself.

"I need time, Adam," Sunny confessed, his tone fatigued yet determined. "I need to incorporate at least a hundred more multiverses before I can truly defeat a lord. And besides... why should I waste my strength killing Lom when I can make his own masters do it for me?"

Sunny directed his gaze toward the far-off, luminous heart of the multiverse.

"The 11th Day isn’t over yet. We have a traitor to hunt and an Empire to expand. And something tells me... Lom won’t go down without a fight."