Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 354: Ch 354 : The Eternal Bound

In the frigid emptiness of the void, Sunny floated motionless, his astral form a vortex of nebulae set against the inky blackness.

Ahead of him, the details of Belial’s title floated like a luminous record of transgressions.

[Title: The Lord of the Lies]

[Grade: SSS-Grade]

[Ability 1: Conceptual Immortality. As long as the concept of Deception and Lie exists within reality, the user cannot truly perish. Each lie told by a sentient being serves as fuel for the user’s soul.]

[Ability 2: Semantic Resonance. As the Lord of Lies, every use of the Law of Lies is enhanced by five times.]

[Ability 3: The Eternal Bound. You are the creation of ######. Until it commands, you shall forever remain, even if no soul speaks a lie; even if the concept of deception vanishes from the multiverse, you shall persist.]

[Ability 4: Blood of the False Creator. A fragment of the Creator’s command over life flows in your veins. You may expend your essence to manifest a legion of demonic beings, each imbued with a fraction of your skills.]

Sunny gazed at the enumeration, his gaze sharpening beneath the mask. Once more, he had misjudged the profound nature of a Demon Lord.

At first, he believed the title to be nothing but a mere emblem, offering straightforward conceptual immortality. Yet the truth proved far deeper and infinitely more ominous.

The fivefold boost acted as a horrifying amplifier, which clarified how Belial’s casual utterances could override the laws within Sunny’s Domain.

The power to generate an army from his blood essence positioned Belial as a solitary harbinger of doom. However, it was Ability 3 that sent chills racing across Sunny’s flesh.

"This isn’t an ability," Sunny murmured, his tone echoing with an empty vibration. "It’s a curse."

Absolute immortality, severed from the very concept that spawned it, represented a doom surpassing any infernal torment. Should the idea of lies fade away, Belial wouldn’t perish; instead, he’d transform into a hollow shell, trapped eternally in a cosmos that held no room for him.

He’d linger as a shattered remnant, even if his form was pulverized to the finest particles, denied the release of nothingness since his Creator withheld the order to end.

"Is this truly a title," Sunny pondered, "or a chain imposed by a master terrified of their servant’s freedom?"

His thoughts drifted to Adam’s profile. The former God King’s details shone pure, like pristine spring water. No concealed ’Eternal Bounds’ lurked there, nor any shadowy originator. Adam had been forged by the Void Mother, while Belial dangled as an ornate marionette tethered by a tight leash.

"My suspicion held true," Sunny reflected, his thoughts surging. "The Void Mother didn’t birth the demons. They’re crafted instruments of a being wicked enough to ensnare its own offspring in endless agony merely to secure its dominance. And that being... is the one Lom follows."

A chill of calculated contentment washed over him. "And the greatest advantage is... I can’t replicate it."

His core ability, Skill-Resonance, enabled him to emulate others’ talents, those refined instruments shaped by life or inheritance.

Yet a Title formed an intrinsic element of the bearer’s core, a pact sealed with a particular Creator.

"I wouldn’t have taken it even if possible," Sunny remarked with a wry laugh.

"What sane person would choose to wear such a restraint? This title grants me almost nothing beyond what I already command in a far better version."

Internally, he cataloged his own strengths. "I hold Divine Immortality, which operates independently of others’ ’sins.’"

"I lack need for a fivefold enhancement on the Law of Lies, since deception won’t form the foundation of my realm."

"As for the Blood of Creation? My Manifestation Affinity outshines it. Why settle for a flawed imitation of life-shaping when I can summon the genuine article?"

Sunny gestured dismissively, dismissing the display of Belial’s title. The purple-golden radiance dimmed, restoring the soothing obscurity around him.

"In essence, the mighty figure possessed nothing valuable," Sunny declared, his words ringing with a bold, assured chuckle. "Now, back to my reliable hoard of riches."

He settled into a meditative pose amid the vacuum, his form utterly composed. Directing his mind inward, he bypassed the worlds under his control, homing in on the golden link binding him to his followers. He zeroed in on one name, one soul-mark as resilient as an age-old oak: Adam.

Sunny’s awareness surged through the inner multiverse at a velocity that defied comprehension.

With Adam now dwelling bodily in Sunny’s soul-realm, within the seized City of Gods, the separation between them amounted to nothing.

In an instant, Sunny’s viewpoint relocated. He beheld the expansive, known terrain of Adam’s inner world.

He made no declaration of arrival; instead, he slipped in like a specter, navigating the strata of the King’s being.

"He really is a vault of wonders," Sunny breathed softly.

Without delay, he extended toward the God’s Eyes talent. From its deployment against Belial, Sunny grasped its capabilities.

Although he already owned God’s Eyes, certain enemy details stayed veiled; advancing it to Divine level might reveal deeper insights or even expose vulnerabilities.

As Resonance loomed, Sunny noticed a fresh revelation. Having integrated over half of the Nihilium bloodline, he now perceived the concealed workings of his own might.

He observed the law strands of Skill-Resonance. Its precise designation eluded him, but those strands loomed immense, denser and brighter than the Law of Lies filaments wielded by Belial.

These strands extended, wrapping around the God’s Eyes essence, replicating its frequency, principles, and essence.

"I see..." Sunny uttered, captivated. "It doesn’t merely duplicate the talent; it replicates the foundational Laws birthing the talent. And since my law strands surpass those of the original talent in essence, the version I gain emerges already empowered."

Yet a query arose in his thoughts: ’why did his talent connect to the timeline of his territory?’

"The deeper I delve, the more mysteries unfold," Sunny admitted, shaking his head. "I’ll leave the enigmas to time. Right now, growth demands my attention."

His awareness returned abruptly to his corporeal form. The shift flowed smoothly, yet a novel sensation stirred within.

A fresh sharpness graced his vision, an unfamiliar acuity.

"Time to inspect the gains," Sunny murmured.

He invoked his upgraded God’s Eye, directing the aureate gleam toward his status panel. An enormous, unfurling roster materialized before him, gleaming with the heft of his amassed prowess.

"Oh... several fresh additions appear," Sunny whispered, his eyes growing wide while perusing his talent list.