Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 352: Ch 352 : A Revelation

The desolate emptiness that once housed the Multiverse of Gods had transformed into a burial ground of lingering spatial remnants.

Only the desperate, labored breaths of the forsaken demon Gods' army shattered the profound quiet.

"Head back to the Capital! Hurry! The Multiverse of Gods has disappeared... it vanished completely without any sign!" a Demon God yelled, his voice breaking from sheer primal dread. He flailed through the vacuum, desperate to escape the glittering spatial upheavals Sunny had unleashed behind him.

"We can't create a portal in this spot, General!" another Demon God cried out, gripping his shattered obsidian spear. "The space remains far too volatile. If we force a tear right now, those upheavals will crush it halfway through. We'll get shredded before catching a glimpse of the demon realm!"

The cluster of demons pressed close, their gazes flicking nervously to their superior. In the Abyss's order, raw power stood as the sole defense.

"General, you're the strongest of us all! Your essence carries enough density to stabilize a rift," a third demon begged, his eyes bulging with frantic praise. "These upheavals pose no threat to someone of your might. You have to connect us to the Demonic Realm."

The remaining demons seized the idea swiftly, bursting into a wave of flattering roars.

The scheme was straightforward: if the General perished, they'd learn to attempt a different route. Sending themselves ahead would mean certain doom.

The Demon General, a massive hulk boasting eight arms and scales gleaming like burnished night, experienced a rush of undeserved arrogance.

He had fled quickest from Sunny's first outburst of might, yet now his followers hailed him as a frontline legend. He glanced at the churning violet-gold waves from the Emperor's strikes.

"I... I guess the gap is sufficient," the General grumbled, swelling his torso. "The upheaval won't disrupt a rift from this range."

Watching their commander halt and ready himself, the demon gods unleashed a booming ovation, chanting his name like he was a triumphant warrior instead of a panicked exile.

From afar, Sunny observed the ridiculous scene with a parched laugh.

"Let's offer the Champion a fitting farewell," Sunny murmured.

Right as the Demon General gathered his mana to rip open a tear in existence, Sunny extended one finger. No incantation was needed; he merely nudged the Law Thread of Space at that location.

SNAP.

The portal appeared for the briefest instant before the space twisted savagely. The tear imploded with a snap like a snapping jaw, almost severing the General's forward arm. The beast emitted a shrill squeal, reeling away as entry to the Demonic Realm's safety eluded him.

"On second thought," the General gasped, his scales fading to a muted, terror-stricken gray, "we ought to keep fleeing! The anomaly is expanding!"

He ignored his followers entirely. Spinning around, he dashed further into the void, forcing his admirers to chase in a disorganized swarm.

"That provided some amusement for a moment," Sunny exhaled, his words resounding in the immense void.

At last, he stood solitary in the profound emptiness. To engage with his inner world, he'd depend on a clone.

With a gesture of his hand, fifteen Soul Clones appeared beside him. They shimmered in their unique cosmic shades—War, Logic, Life, and Space. The sixteenth clone stayed in his core, serving as the link between his expansive internal realm and the outer cosmos.

"I won't issue precise commands to you," Sunny addressed the gathering of his soul selves. "You are extensions of me. You grasp the risks. Our sole aim is the Great Harvest. Search every nook of this bubble. Locate the concealed Gods, the overlooked multiverses, and the wandering survivors. Seize them all."

The clones inclined their heads together, a quiet, haunting display of one consciousness across sixteen forms, then dispersed in fifteen varied paths, beams of radiance slicing the gloom like probing digits.

[Master... another century has elapsed inside Veridia. And felicitations on your triumph against the Lord of Lies. It will eternally mark the annals of The Genesis.]

Thea's voice, harmonious and all-encompassing, resonated within Sunny's mind.

"A century?" Sunny chuckled, the sound fatigued. "I'd like to claim the time flew by, Thea. Yet amid the Dream World and this gathering, it feels as if I've endured a millennium in just one afternoon."

He halted, his gaze igniting with intense golden brilliance. The moment had arrived to examine the reward from his clash with Belial.

In the battle, Sunny had employed his God’s Eye to pierce the Lord's illusions.

Since Sunny's bloodline now climbed toward the Nihilium, the bubble-spawned Demon Lord's Information Guard had crumbled.

A panel of violet-gold illumination shimmered into view, revealing details on the Lord of Lies.

[Name : Belial]

[Title: The Lord of Lies / The Architect of Deception]

[Professions: Liar (SSS-Grade)]

[Talents: The Paradox (SSS), Spatial Dishonesty (SSS), Domain of Lies (SSS), Demonic Miasma (SSS), Mirror of Betrayal (SS), Echo of the Unspoken (SS).....]

[Description: A entity forged in the Demonic Bubble by the ##### of the Nihilium Clan. Belial emerged from the amassed deceptions and falsehoods of the mortals dwelling in the demonic domain.

Belial and fellow Lords were deceived by their Maker into viewing The Emerald Cradle (Lady Sansa's bubble) as the demons' destined inheritance. This fabricated untruth has sparked countless eons of strife, designed to serve the Maker's hidden agenda.]

Sunny fixed his stare on the obscured name in the text, his pulse quickening. The disclosure went beyond the talents... it unveiled the source.

"It's not merely a domain," Sunny breathed, his tone quivering with abrupt, icy insight. "The Demonic Realm holds no connection to Lady Sansa’s making. It's a Parasitic Bubble... an alien invader latched onto the Emerald Cradle's exterior, tainting it utterly."

The figure referenced in the account, whose identity stayed veiled from Sunny, was evidently the supreme manipulator. This was the force orchestrating Lom.

"Should this being wield power to sway seven Demon Lords across ages," Sunny pondered, "then Lom isn't simply a wayward god. He must harbor some intent.... And an essence.... Akin to mine."

The battlefield hadn't merely shifted; it had been overturned. If the Demon Lords probed Lom via Belial’s Truth, they could uncover their manipulated past.

Yet they might also rally beneath a fresh, far deadlier objective from their true originator.

"This is spiraling into chaos," Sunny snarled. "The Demon Lords, equipped with Lom's mind and the outright support of a Nihilium-level being... they might truly shatter this bubble."

He gazed at the barren spot where his empire once thrived. More multiverses were essential. Urgently so.

"Thea!" Sunny snapped. "Halt all ongoing efforts in the Demonic Realm. Recall every apostle at once. Retrieve your particles and close off all portals to the demonic realm. That place can never belong to us, at least not at this juncture."

[As you command, Master.]

Sunny directed his sight to the distant edges of the bubble, a zone untouched by his clones. There, ancient stars dimmed, and a weighty hush prevailed.

"I require a hundred additional multiverses," Sunny uttered, his form radiating the brilliance of countless suns. "And it matters not from whom I must claim them."