Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 362: Ch 362 : Overpowered

Sunny drifted through the lightless currents of the deep void, his cosmic form leaving behind a faint trail of starlight that flickered out nearly as soon as it appeared.

Although the reality-warping potency of his Nihilium bloodline surged within him, his focus remained firmly rooted in the Elsewhere of his soul.

No matter his attempts to emulate the icy, detached nonchalance expected of a True God, the sudden spike in casualties within his inner world weighed heavily on his conscience.

A trillion lives lost in a single day was a statistic that gnawed at his mind. He found some relief in the Divine Immortality he had bestowed upon them; since they possessed nine additional lives, this Era of Friction functioned as a grueling lesson rather than a total extinction.

"They will learn," Sunny pondered, the light of myriad distant suns dancing in his eyes. "Suffering is the most effective tutor. Next time, that damage dealer’s party will keep their shields raised, and the merchants will prioritize better security measures."

Without warning, Sunny decelerated to a complete stop. He had detected a rhythmic anomaly in the local fabric of space.

Directly ahead, a multiverse hung in the abyss like a cluster of luminous pearls.

This domain was less than a third the size of his own Multiverse of Gods. Sunny cast his divine eyes over the area. Wandering through this realm like common vultures was a scouting party consisting of five Demon Gods, their auras casting a corrosive red stain against the pristine atmosphere of the world.

"Finally," Sunny whispered, a predatory grin widening behind his mask. "A perfect opportunity to test my new hacks."

As he drew nearer, the multiverse’s protective barrier flared with defensive luminescence, aiming to repel the intruder.

However, the instant Sunny’s aura grazed the veil, the barrier did not merely resist; it vibrated in sheer terror.

Recognizing the overwhelming power of the entity before it, the barrier peeled back, forging a smooth, submissive tunnel to allow for his passage.

"Good boy," Sunny murmured. He understood that had he not suppressed his aura, the sheer weight of his existence would have shattered the barrier as easily as a hammer through glass.

Sunny employed Void Step, darting through dimensions to materialize instantly in the path of the Demon Gods.

The demons skidded to a halt, their dark wings beating against the vacuum. They inspected the glowing world behind Sunny and then fixed their sights on him, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

To them, Sunny appeared as a local deity—perhaps a God indigenous to this specific multiverse—attempting to shield his home.

Sunny intentionally softened his aura, masking the cosmic texture of his skin until he mimicked the presence of a standard human God from a mortal realm.

He needed them to remain confident; had they sensed his authentic pressure, they would never have dared to strike, which would have ruined his plans.

"Return to the Abyss, trespassers!" Sunny shouted. His voice echoed with a calculated tremor, a masterful performance blending outward calm with deep, desperate panic.

"This is my territory. Any further intrusion will be met with… severe consequences!"

The Demon Gods exchanged glances. One muttered, "Consequences?" before the entire squad erupted into mocking laughter.

"I am the God of the Undying Flame!" Sunny continued, his tone climbing into an octave of anxiety. "I will incinerate you to cinders if you dare take another step forward!"

"Do your worst, fire-dog," the pack leader sneered, a towering brute crowned with obsidian horns. "We shall discover whether you are just good at barking or if those tiny sparks of yours truly possess a bite."

Sunny gave a curt nod, his hands feigning a tremble. He began to intentionally chant a spell, stretching out the ritual so it appeared to be a high-cost ultimate maneuver.

The air grew thick around him, the momentum of the void coalescing into a stifling weight.

He realized halfway through that he was overcompensating. Even restricted to 1% power, his intent began to distort the local gravity. With a subtle mental nudge, he tamped down the spell’s core.

Suddenly, a colossal dragon composed of incandescent fire erupted from Sunny’s palm. Its scales resembled molten suns, and its eyes glowed like white-hot novas.

The mere presence of the creature caused the Demon Gods to freeze, their mana circuits seizing up in the face of such concentrated heat.

Yet, just as the dragon’s jaws closed in on the lead demon, the construct flickered, shuddered, and dissolved into a wisp of harmless steam.

Sunny dropped to one knee in the void, gasping for air. His complexion shifted to a deathly, feigned pallor. "Hah... hah... begone! That... that was merely a warning! Next time, I will not... will not hold back!"

The Demon Gods remained in stunned silence for a full minute. Then, a slow, malicious realization took hold.

"Did you witness that?" the leader whispered, his voice trembling with a blend of lingering fear and dawning greed. "He utilized a Forbidden Art. He burned his entire reserves just to intimidate us. He is drained now."

"That was your absolute best, was it not, fire-dog?" another demon chuckled, though he still echoed the dragon’s roar. "You nearly caught us. It is a pity your God-Body cannot withstand the strain of such power."

"I have seen enough," stated the strongest demon, his aura surging. "You can perish now."

He launched himself toward Sunny like a black meteor. To the other demons, he appeared as a blur of lethal speed.

To Sunny, however, having activated his divine eyes, the attacker drifted with the agonizing lethargy of a snail moving through molasses.

Sunny observed the demon god, whose entire figure was highlighted in red by his divine sight—indicating that any strike Sunny landed would result in fatal damage to the foe.

Sunny opted to remain on his knee. He wished to evaluate his Rebound talent first.

The Demon God’s fist, coated in corrosive Abyssal Miasma, crashed into Sunny’s chest with the impact of shifting tectonic plates.

The demon anticipated the satisfaction of feeling Sunny’s ribs collapse and watching him being launched across the solar system.

Instead, the demon encountered a Recoil that shattered the very laws of physics.

The force of the impact did not pass through Sunny; it collided with an invisible, conceptual barrier and was reflected back.

The momentum did not merely return; it resonated with the Nihilium bloodline, amplifying the kinetic force.

SNAP.

The demon’s fist disintegrated into nothingness. Cracks raced up his arm, engulfed his shoulder, and spiderwebbed across his chest in a mere millisecond.

The demon lacked the time even to release a scream before his entire form shattered like glass in a sonic boom, his essence scattering into the void.

"Whoa!" Sunny exclaimed, rising to his feet and dusting a speck of imaginary debris from his robes.

He peered at the empty space where the leader had vanished. He had anticipated the rebound would be lethal, but the total erasure was unexpected.

"The damage was doubled," Sunny noted internally. "The talent doesn't just reflect the force; it reflects it with twice the intensity. Exquisite."

The remaining four Demon Gods were gripped by paralysis. They were baffled.

Their leader had not simply fallen; he had been annihilated by his own attack. They attempted to flee, but their limbs felt encumbered by lead.

"I intended to test my Divine Adaptability against weaker adversaries," Sunny remarked, his voice steady, resonant, and overflowing with the gravitas of a Sovereign. "But it seems you lot lack the power to truly threaten me."

He identified a flaw in his testing strategy. Divine Adaptability was a high-tier talent that activated only when Sunny’s well-being was genuinely at risk.

However, due to his Primeval Resonance, his physique naturally ignored any damage falling below a certain threshold.

To Sunny, the strike of a Demon God was not an attack; it was not even a minor irritation.

His body refused to adapt to something incapable of bypassing his passive defenses.

"Being overly powerful is truly a burden," Sunny sighed to the uncaring void. "I cannot even perform a proper diagnostic on my own attributes."

With a flick of his wrist, he manifested a second fire dragon. This one held its form. It swept through the remaining four demons in a flash of white light, incinerating their souls before a single plea for mercy could be uttered.

Sunny shook his head, gazing at the silent multiverse behind him. The time for games had passed; it was time to initiate the harvest.

He reached into the fabric of space, his fingers plucking at the Law Threads of the dimensions. With a sharp tug, he ripped open a massive, golden gateway that illuminated the deep darkness for millions of miles.

One by one, ten figures stepped through the portal. These were the High Gods of his inner world, his most loyal subordinates and comrades-in-arms.

"Today," Sunny’s voice boomed, filling the vacuum with a sound akin to a dragon’s roar, "I have summoned you for a feast."

Zir stepped forward, eyes alight with a hungry, fanatical devotion. "What sort of feast, Boss? My sword has been parched for far too long."

Strategist scanned the unfamiliar stars, his mind already beginning to map the ley lines of this strange reality.

"Emperor, this is not our Multiverse of Gods, nor the sub-universe. This is a new realm entirely..."

"Indeed," Sunny replied, gesturing toward the luminous worlds behind him. "Your feast is this entire multiverse. I have already purged the Demon Gods. Now, I want you to descend. Claim a universe for yourselves. Establish your temples. Disseminate your legends."

Sunny observed his loyal Gods, his gaze lingering on the golden threads tethered to their souls, the mark of their eternal connection to him.

The Gods bowed in perfect unison, their auras erupting in a display of divine majesty that caused the local stars to dim in comparison.