Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 391 391: Ch 391 : Another Misunderstanding

In the profound stillness of the void, Sunny stood, his gaze sweeping across the countless multiverses shimmering like scattered jewels against an obsidian backdrop. His violet eyes held the reflections of these myriad realities.

Allegra’s soul had withdrawn the Domain of Negation, leaving the multiverses exposed and quiescent.

"Let the reaping commence," Sunny murmured, a subtle, predatory smile gracing his lips.

He moved with deliberate calm, akin to a seasoned cultivator tending his garden, drifting towards the nearest multiverse.

Extending his conceptual dominion, his fingers brushed the edge of the cosmic entity. With a pulsating, rhythmic luminescence, he began drawing the multiverses into his soul’s expanse, assimilating them one by one into the ever-growing expanse of his Inner World.

Each assimilation sent a resonant surge of power through his cosmic form, his profound thirst for power being quenched, galaxy by galaxy.

Meanwhile, within the Inner World, in the very heart of the City of Gods, the palpable aura of divinity had reached unprecedented levels, far exceeding anything Adam had experienced in the ancient times.

The atmosphere itself vibrated with an energy that painted the very clouds with an ethereal, iridescent glow.

The city's populace had nearly doubled. In addition to the original six billion deities of the Pantheon, there were now five billion souls of the Reincarnated Old Gods. These ancient beings, salvaged from the clutches of the Beyonder’s graveyard, were currently suspended within radiant, spherical cocoons, their life essences fluctuating dramatically as they underwent the Great Awakening.

The Overseer, Sunny’s sixteenth clone and most adept in administrative matters, stood upon a veranda, observing the suspended individuals.

Beside him, Allegra watched the unfolding spectacle, her ruby eyes wide with apprehension. She appeared small and uncertain amidst such a meticulously structured, high-caliber civilization.

"What is happening to them?" Allegra inquired, her voice a hushed whisper. "Their auras are fluctuating so rapidly. Are they… are they consuming divinity?"

"They are reawakening their lost legacies," the Overseer responded, his voice a calm resonance of Sunny’s own. "It will likely take them several hours, perhaps a few days at most, to fully reintegrate with their Void-born abilities. You need not concern yourself with them for now. Allow me to guide you to a place of peaceful rest, shielded from the void's scorn."

Allegra’s gaze shifted from the glowing bubbles to her own pallid, star-dusted hands. A flicker of guilt clouded her expression. She yearned to offer them an apology, to confess her regret for siphoning their essence like a parched wanderer, but the words felt utterly inadequate for her transgression.

She silently resolved within her heart: she would repay them tenfold one day.

"Do not be consumed by the past, Allegra," the Overseer advised, sensing the melancholy that had settled upon her. "Ultimately, your domain served as a protective vessel. Had you not absorbed their essence, the Demon Lords would have annihilated them. You did not steal their lives; you inadvertently preserved them."

Allegra nodded resolutely, her fingers tightening around the hem of her simple garment. She followed the Overseer as he led her further into the celestial edifice.

"Initially, Sunny’s primary consciousness intended to house you within the inter-universal void within my inner world," the Overseer explained, as they stepped onto a platform constructed from solidified light that served as a transport. "However, he has since altered his plan. We are escorting you to the God-Maker Realm."

"The God-Maker Realm?" Allegra tilted her head, her innate curiosity eclipsing her reticence. "What is it like?"

A faint smile touched the Overseer’s lips. "Tell me, Allegra… what do you comprehend regarding the Law of Time?"

"A small amount," she replied, recalling scattered knowledge from elder Beyonders. "I understand it is the foundational principle established when the Void Emperor Zero first peered into the abyss. It is a unidirectional law, akin to a river flowing ever forward. Once a moment transpires, it is lost eternally."

She looked to him for confirmation, her expression resembling that of a student seeking approbation from a mentor.

"Your theoretical understanding is precise, yet your practical grasp is incomplete," the Overseer stated. He raised his hand, and the ambient light particles around them began to swirl, forming a localized vortex that rapidly accelerated until they became an indistinct blur.

"Time is indeed a law, and like any law, it possesses the flexibility to be manipulated, extended, or folded according to the will of a sentient being."

He conjured a sphere of mana in the air between them, then placed a smaller sphere within the first.

"Consider this larger sphere as the Prime Void," the Overseer elaborated. "Presently, you reside within our Inner World, which already operates at a tenfold acceleration compared to the external reality. However, within this existing construct…" He then manifested a third, minuscule sphere inside the second.

"Lies the God-Maker Realm. It is a sub-dimension where temporal flow is amplified a hundredfold relative to the Inner World itself."

Allegra's eyes widened as she did the math. "So... if the Real Void moves at a speed of one... and the Inner World is ten... then the God-Maker Realm is... a hundred?"

"Bingo," the Overseer said, reaching out to playfully poke her cheek. "One year in the Real Void is a century of training inside the God-Maker Realm. In the time it takes for that Coward, to finish his afternoon tea, you could have evolved through days of physical cultivation. We will turn your Negation into a weapon that even the High Royals cannot ignore."

Allegra's mouth fell open. "We can become stronger than him... just by staying here?"

"That is the plan," the Overseer said. "But before you enter seclusion, I believe you owe it to yourself to see what a true civilization looks like. Welcome to the City of Gods."

While the City of Gods flourished, the Demonic Realm was spiraling into a state of metaphysical breakdown.

The death of Deimos had left a conceptual hole in the heart of the Abyss. The remaining five Demon Lords; Maledictus, Phobos, Malakai, Belial, and Ichor, were no longer the arrogant masters of the dark. They were confused, paranoid, and physically ailing.

"Someone is tempering with our foundations," Phobos, the Lord of Fear, whispered. He was clutching his head, his claws digging into his temples. They were gathered in the High Spire, but the room felt cold and alien.

"I try to remember the day the Demonic Realm was forged... I try to remember how we created this giant realm... but there is only a grey fog."

"And why is no one talking about Deimos?" Malakai, the Lord of Despair barked, his voice cracking. "I refuse to believe that Cosmos had the strength to snuff out a Lord of Discord. There was something else in that darkness. Something primal."

Since the cataclysm, the council's time had been split between stabilizing the cracking crust of the realm and fighting the mounting gaps in their own memories. They had almost forgotten the catalyst of their misery.

"I warned you all!" Belial shrieked, his voice filled with a frantic, high-pitched terror. He was pacing the obsidian floor, his eyes darting to every shadow.

"I told you Cosmos was linked to the Void Mother! You laughed! You called him a fluke! Now look at us! Our leader is a pile of ash in the void, and we can't even remember how we created our home!"

"The Void Mother..." Maledictus whispered, her voice choking on the name. A cold dread settled over her. If she was backing Sunny, then their war was over before it began.

"We must pivot," Maledictus declared, her voice regaining a sliver of authority.

"From this moment on, we will not touch Cosmos. We do not look at his multiverses. We do not even think his name. If he is the chosen of the Mother, he is beyond our reach. We must focus all of our remaining strength on the thief, Lom. He is the one we can still kill. He is the one who is stealing our children."

"But Maledictus," Malakai asked, his voice shaking. "Every time I think about the creation of this spire... my mind diverts. It's like a physical wall in my brain. Do you think... do you think we are being manipulated?"

Maledictus looked at her colleagues. She saw the same hollow look in their eyes. She felt the same gap in her soul where something should be.

"Forget it," she commanded, though her heart wasn't in it. "If we cannot remember, it is because we are not meant to. We must hunt the thief until he is found. Let Cosmos have the outer world. We will atleast keep the abyss."

The five Lords nodded in a grim, silent pact. They turned their gazes back to their maps, their targets now locked on Lom.

Back in the void, Sunny let out a long, satisfied breath as the final multiverse disappeared into his soul. His Faith reservoir was overflowing, his inner world had expanded by hundereds of new multiverses and he had a Beyonder in his training room.

He looked toward the Demonic Bubble, sensing the Chaos inside it.

"They will surely overthink... Meaning I have all the time I need to grow," Sunny chuckled, his violet eyes glowing with a cold, divine light.