Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 504: The God Of Fear Felt Fear

Phobos sent the Serpent of Ruin, his realm-traveling beast, to identify the intruder, and the serpent slithered through the darkness, passing through dimensions as easily as water.

When it reached the barrier, it saw Sharky standing there in Phantomire form, his eyes glowing with cold purpose while a shadow creature knelt beside him in absolute submission.

The Serpent of Ruin’s instincts screamed because this was not something it could fight, not even something it should fear, but something it needed to escape from.

The serpent turned to retreat, but Sharky had already seen it.

His eyes narrowed as he said calmly, "That thing... that aura... that’s the one who took my daughter."

In the next instant, Sharky surged forward at impossible speed, warping the Fear Shadow Realm with every step as he phased through the darkness itself.

The serpent fled through realm tunnels in blind panic, but Sharky was faster.

It burst into Phobos’s chamber, slamming into the floor as if it had outrun death itself.

Phobos frowned and asked, "What frightened you?"

Before the serpent could answer, a ripple cut through the Shadow Realm as a presence arrived that was cold, silent, and absolute.

Sharky appeared in Phantomire mode, intangible, his eyes glowing like dim silver stars.

He did not roar, he did not shout, and he did not speak in rage.

He simply looked across the chamber, straight at the small figure bound in shadows, Astrid.

Something inside Sharky went silent, and a quiet anger awakened that bent reality itself.

The shadows trembled, the ground cracked, and the Serpent of Ruin collapsed, unable to hold itself upright.

Phobos stepped back without realizing it, feeling a pressure crawl over his skin, heavy and suffocating.

"...You shouldn’t be here," Phobos whispered.

Sharky’s voice was low and steady as he said, "You kidnapped my daughter."

The air vibrated and the Shadow Realm barrier twisted, as if trying to pull away from his presence.

Phobos tried to summon fear illusions, but they dissolved instantly the moment they touched Sharky.

He swallowed hard and began, "You... do not understand."

Sharky raised one hand, and the Shadow Realm dimmed as if even darkness refused to exist near him.

Phobos clenched his fists as shadows coiled around him like living smoke.

"I don’t know who you think you are," he said, his voice trembling despite his anger, "but this realm... is mine."

The shadows surged forward in response, forming a massive storm of black tendrils that stretched like claws and slammed into the possessed shadow creature Sharky was controlling.

They passed through it like smoke.

The shadow creature did not flinch, its eyes glowing with Sharky’s cold, focused will.

Phobos’s expression hardened.

"You’re intangible," he growled. "No matter."

He snapped his fingers, and an enormous dome of psychic terror erupted outward, a technique capable of shattering the minds of lesser gods.

The ground blackened, the air turned acidic, and nightmare energy rushed forward to crush Sharky’s will.

It hit nothing.

Within Phantomire form, Sharky’s mind existed outside normal consciousness, and fear had nothing to latch onto.

Phobos gasped. "...Why can’t I reach your mind?"

Sharky finally answered, his voice calm and steady. "Because you picked the wrong opponent."

Sharky lifted one hand, and the shadow creature’s arm elongated like liquid ink before shooting forward like a spear, forming a black blade of condensed spirit that crossed the chamber in an instant.

Phobos barely dodged, but the blade sliced his cheek, leaving only a tiny wound.

Just a scratch. Yet Phobos staggered.

Because the moment the wound formed, he felt Sharky inside his soul.

A whisper echoed in his mind. "I can possess you too."

Panic surged through Phobos, and he unleashed everything he had.

The chamber darkened completely as armor formed around him, bone-like plates shaped from pure fear energy, while the ground writhed beneath his feet like a living nightmare.

"ENOUGH!" Phobos roared.

He summoned his strongest attack, releasing a colossal wave of golden-black energy formed from the collective terror of mortals, gods, and ancient realms.

The Shadow Realm itself shook.

The possessed shadow creature was obliterated instantly, dissolving into dust.

Phobos exhaled in relief. "...It’s done."

Silence followed. Then darkness shifted. A voice spoke behind him. "No."

Phobos froze.

Sharky stood there, unharmed, his human form emerging from the shadows like a ghost stepping out of a nightmare, Phantomire aura wrapping around him like silver mist.

"You can destroy the creature," Sharky said calmly, "but not me."

For the first time, Phobos felt real fear, not power, not illusion, but pure instinct.

Phobos roared and charged, summoning blades of fear, launching vortexes, and striking with divine fury.

Sharky did not dodge. He simply phased. Every attack passed through him like wind.

Then Sharky reached out and touched Phobos’s chest with a single finger. The realm trembled.

It was a Phantomire-only ability that did not kill and did not harm the body, but instead cracked the soul and forced the victim into helpless collapse.

Phobos fell to his knees, clutching his chest as he screamed, the sound echoing through the entire Shadow Realm.

Sharky leaned down toward him. "You kidnapped my daughter, this is mercy."

He withdrew his hand, and Phobos nearly lost consciousness.

Phobos forced himself back to his feet as veins of red-gold fear energy spread across his arms, spectral flames whipping through his hair while his eyes turned into pitch-black voids.

"YOU DARE TOUCH THE SOUL OF A GOD!?" he screamed, and the Shadow Realm itself vibrated in response.

Sharky didn’t flinch.

Phobos slammed both fists into the ground, releasing a massive shockwave of pure terror, the raw concept of fear given form. Which split the floor into thousands of jagged black fractures as shadow-beasts across the realm died instantly, melting into pools of ink and corruption.

The air became toxic, crushing, uninhabitable for mortals and demigods alike.

But Sharky simply phased through it, untouched and unmoved.

Phobos roared in frustration. "You... WHAT ARE YOU!?"

Sharky’s eyes glowed faint blue through the Phantomire mist as he replied calmly, "Someone you shouldn’t have provoked."

Phobos charged again, fear blades erupting from his arms as every step warped the ground beneath him and shadows rose behind him like jagged spears.

Sharky countered by phasing through the storm of fear blades, then materializing for a single instant to drive a punch into Phobos’s jaw.

The strike wasn’t physical—it hit Phobos’s essence directly.

Phobos staggered, then recovered instantly.

In the next moment, he teleported behind Sharky and kicked him with force powerful enough to shatter mountains.

Sharky was sent flying through three layers of the Shadow Realm’s walls, crashing into the darkness and forming a crater of black fire on impact.

This time, even in Phantomire form, Sharky felt it.

Phobos’s divine power was strong enough to resonate against partially intangible beings.

He raised both hands, and the entire Shadow Realm answered him as the walls warped, monsters roared, chains of pure fear erupted from the ground, and a gigantic war-mask formed behind him, Ares’s visage forged entirely from terror.

"You entered my realm," Phobos thundered, his voice shaking existence itself, "and here—I am king."

Shadow chains shot toward Sharky like lightning, and while he dodged the first few, Phobos anticipated his movement and redirected one chain into Sharky’s shoulder.

Though intangible, the chain was fear-forged—a divine concept rather than a physical object—and it latched onto Sharky’s soul-shadow instead of his body, yanking him backward.

Phobos grinned. "Even you are not immune to fear itself."

He pulled harder, but Sharky dissolved into mist, his Phantomire essence slipping free like smoke between fingers.

He reformed behind Phobos and whispered calmly, "You can bind anything... except me."

Sharky grabbed Phobos’s arm and twisted it using a technique that targeted the limb’s soul-anchor rather than flesh.

Phobos screamed in fury. "You cursed phantom!"

He slammed his head forward, striking Sharky with divine force and releasing a violent shockwave that finally pushed Sharky backward.

Phobos laughed. "You bleed... even if only in spirit."

Sharky touched his lip, where a trace of silver-ghost blood lingered, and smirked coldly.

"You’ll pay for touching my daughter."

Phobos lifted his hands again as fear-lightning erupted across the realm, turning everything into a storm of nightmares while shadow-creatures fused into him, forming armor of screaming darkness.

Sharky’s Phantomire aura brightened as his body flickered between spirit and matter, floating silently above the battlefield.

Both prepared their ultimate attacks.

"YOU UNDERSTAND NOTHING, MORTAL!" Phobos roared. "I am fear!"

Sharky’s reply was quiet and absolute. "You took my child. For that... I erase fear itself."

Sharky began controlling dozens of shadow-creatures which were born again like puppets, sending them crashing into Phobos again and again, each strike forcing him back despite his divine resistance.

Phobos snarled, rage burning through his fear-based aura.

"You may overpower me, phantom... but you cannot kill a god of fear!"

His declaration echoed through the entire Shadow Realm, and for a brief moment, even the shadows trembled.

Sharky stopped. Silence fell.

His eyes narrowed as something changed.

Slowly, deliberately, he released Phantomire.

The shadow-form dissolved into shimmering blue-white light, his spirit condensing back into a solid silhouette.

His human form returned, radiant and calm.

And then, Sharky activated Luminara.

Pure mana, pure light, and pure destruction gathered around Sharky as a radiant flare burst outward, holy, ancient, and terrifyingly calm.

Phobos flinched, and for the first time since his birth as a god, he stepped backward.

"What... what are you now?" he asked, his voice cracking.

Sharky rose slowly into the air, his feet leaving the ground as layers of condensed light wrapped around him, and when he spoke, his voice echoed with deep cosmic resonance.

"You said I cannot kill you," he said calmly.

He raised his hand, and light rippled across the Shadow Realm.

"You’re right."

A single heartbeat stretched into eternity.

"I don’t need to kill you," Sharky continued. "I will erase what makes you a god."

Phobos’s eyes widened in horror. "What—?"

Sharky’s body ignited with mana as his power reached full release.

Wings of pure energy unfolded from his back, formed entirely of flowing mana that shifted like living auroras. As he ascended, he absorbed the Shadow Realm’s ambient fear-energy and converted it into divine light, causing the entire dimension to tremble.

Phobos clutched his head and staggered. "Stop! You can’t—this is my realm!"

Sharky looked down at him without anger. "Not anymore."

He extended his arm, and a massive blade of mana formed in his grasp, smooth, silent, and absolute. It was a spiritual execution blade, forged to sever concepts rather than flesh.

Light flowed over Sharky like liquid armor, and every shadow creature in the realm bowed unconsciously in surrender.

Phobos, now truly terrified, attacked desperately with fear spears, nightmare flames, shadow chains, and divine aura strikes, but every assault melted the instant it touched Sharky’s light.

Nothing reached him.

Sharky advanced through the chaos like a calm executioner.

"No... no!" Phobos cried as he backed away. "It’s impossible! No mortal can—"

Sharky appeared before him instantly in a short-range light-phase shift unique to Luminara.

"I’m not mortal," he said quietly.

He pressed his glowing fingertips against Phobos’s chest.

"What are you doing?!" Phobos screamed.

Sharky answered without emotion. "Taking away the only thing you ever had."

He pulled.

A dark-red sphere, Phobos’s fear divinity core was ripped from his chest, and Phobos collapsed to his knees, gasping. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"No... no... my divinity... my fear..."

Sharky held the sphere in his hand and examined it as if it were dust.

"Without this," he said calmly, "you’re just another god with daddy issues."

Phobos trembled violently as he looked small, helpless, and broken.

For the first time in existence, the God of Fear felt fear.