Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened-Chapter 351: Ch : Where Did It Go?
The void was no longer a silent vacuum; it was a canvas upon which Sunny was painting a new reality.
Standing at the edge of the shivering rift Belial had used to flee, Sunny felt the rhythmic thrum of the cosmos beneath his skin.
"Will you also be capturing this entire multiverse?" Adam asked.
The old King’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, laced with nostalgia.
He looked out at the sprawling galaxies of the Multiverse of Gods... his garden, where he had spent eons nurturing lifefroms.
"I will," Sunny replied, his voice echoing with a new depth. "I need to grow stronger. Capturing these multiverses is the only way I can gain the strength required to stand against what is coming."
Sunny turned to look at the Ex-God King, catching the faint, shimmering sadness in the old man’s eyes.
He felt a pang of empathy. He wanted to tell Adam the truth.... about the Nihilium Clan, the Real Void, and about Lady Sansa.
But Sunny withheld the words. In the hierarchy of the Void, knowledge was often a curse. To know the scale of the Beyonders would only paralyze Adam with the futility of his own existence.
"Don’t worry," Sunny promised, placing his hand on Adam’s shoulder. "Once my Manifestation Affinity reaches SSS-Grade, I will create my own multiverses. I will return every star, every planet, and every soul I’ve borrowed"
Without waiting for a reply, Sunny vanished. He didn’t teleport; he simply ceased to exist in that coordinate, reappearing in the silent space that separated the great multiverses of the bubble.
Adam watched the spot where the Emperor had stood. "Thank you... Emperor," he whispered to the empty void, before turning to wander aimlessly through the universes he knew would be changing the space that they were occupying.
Though for Adam, it wouldn’t change much, but living inside Cosmos’s body was still a little strange to him.
Sunny floated in the absolute zero of the cosmic void. Before him, the Multiverse of Gods glowed like a massive, swirling jellyfish made of billion-watt light. It was majestic, ancient, and heavy with the faith of countless beings.
He closed his eyes and expanded his senses. Beyond the borders of this light, he could feel them. Six monstrous auras.
Even from this immense distance, their presence felt like a physical weight pressing against Sunny’s mind.
Sunny took a deep, steadying breath. "I need to be quick. Grab the prize and vanish before they lock onto my presence."
He knew the risks. If a Lord like Deimos managed to anchor his gaze onto Sunny’s soul, he wouldn’t even be able to blink, let alone teleport. He would be frozen in a trap.
Suddenly, the six auras began to move. They weren’t heading toward Sunny; they were converging on a single point.
Sunny’s heart hammered against his ribs. ’Did they sense me? No... I’m suppressing my aura with ten separate talents. I’m a ghost in the reality.’
He watched, fascinated and terrified, as the monstrous presences gathered and then... one by one flickered out. They had returned to the Demon Capital.
"It worked," Sunny whispered, a sharp grin forming beneath his mask. "Belial has returned. He’s calling a Council."
The seeds Sunny had sown through Mammon, Loki, and Thea were never meant to topple a Lord. A few whispers among the demon populace were just noise.
But when those same whispers were confirmed by a bleeding, humiliated Belial, the noise became a symphony of paranoia.
Lom was no longer just a secretive Demon God; he was now a prime suspect in a conspiracy against the demonic realm.
The Demon Lords wouldn’t just interrogate him; they would dissect his "Vault of Secrets" until the truth was laid bare. And in the Demon Realm, even being "accused" by a Lord was a death sentence.
"A beautiful plan," Sunny chuckled.
He turned his full attention back to the Multiverse of Gods.
He deactivated one of his cloaking talents, freeing up the space required for the Size Manipulation talent of Nova through his God’s Authority.
The multiverse didn’t just shrink; it imploded conceptually. To the beings inside, nothing changed.
To Sunny, the billions of light-years of space began to fold and tuck into themselves.
The massive jellyfish of light contracted, turning into a glowing sphere, then a grain of sand, and finally, a single, vibrating molecule of concentrated reality.
The molecule drifted toward Sunny’s chest. The moment it touched his chest, it integrated.
THOOM.
The impact was like a supernova inside his veins. The Cosmic Bloodline roared. Sunny felt the dark-matter skin surge down past his knees, wrapping around his calves and ankles until it completely covered his feet.
Apart from his neck and head, Sunny was now entirely a being of the Real Void. He was no longer a human wearing a robe of stars; he was a nebula shaped like a man.
"I feel like I have been reborn," Sunny whispered.
He clutched his fist. The mere action caused a spatial fracture in the vacuum. A roar of infinite energy rippled outward... a plague of explosions that caught the attention of every Demon God left behind to scout the area.
"What was that?!" a Demon God screamed, his sensors haywire.
"Spatial anomaly! The space is collapsing!"
The demons panicked. They didn’t dare open a portal back to the Capital, fearing the unstable space would tear them apart midway. They were trapped, staring at a space that, according to their eyes... still contained the Multiverse of Gods.
Sunny laughed, the sound echoing through their very souls. "Let’s remove the mask. I want to see their faces when they realize they’ve been guarding nothing...."
Sunny snapped his fingers.
The Mass Illusion he had maintained through the talent of Loki vanished.
The Demon Gods gasped. One moment, they were looking at a magnificent, glowing multiverse. The next, there was nothing. No universes. No stars. No planets. No gods. Just a vast, cold, and utterly empty void.
The Multiverse of Gods hadn’t just been hidden; it was gone.
"Where... where did it go?" a Demon God whimpered, his eyes darting around the blank canvas of space.
