Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 375 375: Ch 375 : Good Boy

Within a hushed sanctuary of the City of Gods, nestled far from the gleaming thoroughfares and monumental edifices, there existed a garden that seemed to pulse with the very essence of the primordial world.

Here, the ground was carpeted not with ethereal light, but with soft, verdant blades, and the air was imbued with the scent of fresh rain and ancient cedar.

Anaske, the Demigod of the Sword, and Thalorax, the Demigod of Protection, were seated beside a circular pond, its surface mirroring a flawless, polished obsidian.

Yet, this pond did not reflect the drooping willows or the amethyst sky of the celestial plane. Instead, it acted as a portal, offering a view into the mortal realm below, specifically into the secluded domain of the Veridian Palace.

"Anaske, cast your gaze upon your successor... your cherished pride and joy," Thalorax remarked, a subtle, taunting smile gracing his draconic visage.

"He is engaged in truly audacious acts down there. Abducting an Empress of a hundred thousand worlds through mind control, then holding her as a captive ornament solely to siphon her talent and integrate it with his own. Is this the legacy of justice from Veridia that we entrusted to them?"

Anaske remained utterly motionless, his gaze fixed upon the reflection of the unconscious Esmira and the receding, noble figure of his great-grandson, Anohara.

"Having taken the collective pledge to entrust the governance of the inner world to mortals, there is no value in dissecting the intricacies of their moral compass," Anaske stated, his voice as serene and incisive as a perfectly honed blade.

"The Era of Friction was conceived by the God Emperor himself as a trial by fire. Should Anohara succumb to his own avarice, he will face judgment at the City's gates. If, however, he overcomes his limitations through these trials and achieves ascension, he will become an immortal. The path is his to tread."

"So, you will idly observe as he proceeds unchecked?" Thalorax retorted, his slitted, draconic eyes narrowing.

"What if the young man devolves into a complete monstrosity? A being who perceives every entity in the multiverse as mere fodder for his Perfect Vision? Is that the heritage you wish for the Royal family of the Cosmic Empire?"

Anaske finally shifted his gaze, meeting Thalorax's with an intensity that caused the very air around them to vibrate.

"Should he become a blight that jeopardizes the equilibrium of this City or the harmony of the Creator's design, I will personally sever his head nine times and consign his soul to the deepest abyss. But as for the events of today... I perceive no transgression."

"No transgression?" Thalorax scoffed, tendrils of smoke escaping his nostrils. "He pilfered a woman from her sovereign seat!"

"Esmira engaged in a covert operation against the Cosmic Empire," Anaske countered, his voice resonating with the unwavering conviction of a great-grandfather, yet rooted in unyielding logic.

"She endeavored to tarnish his reputation and instigate a civil war across twenty billion worlds. Anohara's response was not an act of indiscriminate slaughter; it was a precisely executed maneuver."

"Of the eight talents he has absorbed thus far, six were legitimately acquired through merits earned from willing mortals. Two were confiscated from transgressors as a form of ultimate penalty. And now, this Empress. He is asserting his position, Thalorax. In the mortal sphere, might reigns as the sole immutable decree."

"But abduction and coerced assimilation..." Thalorax commenced an argument, only to be silenced by the gentle rustle of an approaching breeze.

Both demigods turned, discerning a figure materializing behind them. It was Light, Anaske's grandson and Anohara's uncle.

He was attired in robes of iridescent white, and a subtle, scholarly smile played upon his lips.

As a Demigod within the City of Gods, Light held the third rank in pure intellectual capacity, outranked solely by Isiah, the Demigod of Knowledge, and Thea herself.

"Grandfather Anaske, Grandfather Thalorax," Light offered his greetings, elegantly taking a seat by the pond's edge. "On what profound theological debate are you currently engaged? I could sense the discord emanating from the library."

Light's eyes briefly scanned the pond's surface. In a swift, authoritative action, he accessed the Divine Library.

Trillions of data points concerning Esmira, her ancestry, her Jade Gaze talent, and the intricate methods of her disinformation campaign flooded his consciousness.

"Nothing of great consequence," Anaske responded with a gentle sigh. "Thalorax merely posits that your nephew has forsaken his ethical principles in pursuit of his ambition."

Light's gaze shifted from the reflection of the distraught Empress to the composed King. "Given that we have formally relinquished our roles in mortal governance, I do not believe it is our prerogative to define their ethical boundaries," Light stated, his voice possessing a tranquility that surpassed even the pond's tranquil surface. "Each individual occupies a unique place and fulfills a specific purpose within the grand tapestry woven by the God Emperor. Anohara is merely a product of the environment the Emperor himself established."

"Kidnapping is unethical, regardless of the circumstances!" Thalorax boomed, his draconic lineage instilling a stubborn conviction. "Even the God Emperor, in his supreme might, stood against the subjugation of others. He imparted to us that every soul possesses an inherent right to forge its own destiny."

Light tilted his head. "That is true, Grandpa Thalorax. You are the Demigod of Protection; your very essence compels you to perceive this act as wrong, driven by your desire to shield all beings. Grandpa Anaske, as the Demigod of the Sword, possesses a fierce nature, permitting necessary evils in the quest for power. However, if we are to discuss the God Emperor's impartiality..."

Light paused, his gaze becoming distant and contemplative. "If the Creator truly took issue with Anohara's methods, he would not have provided him with the covert aid of Demigod Mire and Yggdrasil."

"The amalgamation of talents represents a deviation from standard mortal progression. The other Gods and their followers are unaware of Mire's fusion capability. Therefore, are we not witnessing a preferential training methodology? A concealed, ethically questionable favoritism orchestrated by the God Emperor himself?"

The ensuing silence was profound. The implication sent tremors through Anaske and Thalorax, reaching the core of their beings. Could the Creator, the ultimate being, be engaging in favoritism?

"But... isn't that inherently unjust?" Thalorax inquired, his voice barely audible.

"Oh? Are you suggesting that I am unjust, Thalorax?"

The three demigods startled, nearly tumbling into the pond as they whirled around. Behind them stood the Overseer, a soul-clone of Sunny.

Despite being a mere clone, it emanated the absolute authority and soul-essence of the God Emperor.

"Creator!" they exclaimed in unison, bowing their heads in a surge of reverence and apprehension.

"My intention was not disrespectful, Creator," Thalorax stated, mustering considerable courage to voice his innermost thoughts.

"I just... find it deeply unsettling. Why is Anohara permitted to utilize Mire's fusion ability when all other mortals must strive arducly to evolve their own talents? Why must Esmira be sacrificed for his Perfect Vision?"

The Overseer proceeded to the pond's edge, his violet-gold eyes mirroring the entirety of the multiverse.

"Your unease is not unfounded, Thalorax," Sunny articulated, his voice resonating with a wisdom that transcended conventional mortal ethics.

"However, I have scrutinized the inner hearts of every mortal in this world. Anohara's faith stands as the most robust; it is a pure, unshakeable pillar that sustains Veridia. His intentions are transparent. He does not inflict death for amusement, nor does he hoard power through tyrannical means. His sole pursuit is a singular objective: the absolute stability of the entire realm through unparalleled sight."

Sunny's gaze fell upon Esmira's reflection. "Conversely, Esmira was in dire need of a lesson. Her heart had become a den of malevolence. Her chosen path was inexorably leading towards a chaotic state that would have inevitably necessitated my direct intervention for rectification. Through her capture by Anohara, she is afforded an opportunity to alter her course, even if the lesson proves severe."

"And the fusion?" Light interjected. "Why is it being kept concealed from the others?"

"Because," the Overseer elucidated, "if I were to implement the Fusion Law universally, the Inner World would rapidly devolve into a bloody battlefield. Every mortal would transform into a hunter, abducting their neighbors and forcibly merging with their talents to gain an advantage. The fragile harmony they have painstakingly built over years would shatter in an instant."

The Overseer turned his attention back to the demigods. "Anohara is the sole individual to whom I have granted this allowance because I am privy to his limitations. His focus is exclusively on his eyes. He possessed the potential to employ Mire's talent to merge with a hundred laws of fire or space, thereby becoming an unrivaled force of destruction. Yet, he refrained. He demonstrates the discipline to exercise restraint. To earn the privilege of utilizing Mire's Fusion, one must possess a heart unburdened by petty avarice."

Thalorax exhaled slowly, his draconic shoulders visibly relaxing. Comprehension dawned upon him. It was not favoritism; it was a safeguard. The Emperor was not playing favorites; he was designating a guardian for the world he had painstakingly created.

"I comprehend now, Creator," Thalorax affirmed, his conviction restored.

"Excellent," Sunny responded with a nod. A subtle, almost human smile graced his features. "Do not overly concern yourself with the boy spiraling into a psychotic state or becoming a maddened killer. His heart is the most unblemished among his generation. He is not abducting a woman to turn her into a henchman, Thalorax. He is merely acquiring the essential component to complete his magnum opus."

The Overseer dissolved into a cascade of violet particles, leaving the three demigods once again in their solitary contemplation by the pond.

Anaske glanced at Thalorax and nudged him with his elbow. "See? I assured you he was a fine young man."