Chapter 138: Ch 138 : The breakthrough of a God

The God Chat, once a chaotic river of speculation and hope, was now a silent, desolate landscape of shattered pride. Halios’s desperate plea to join the Pantheon hung in the air, unanswered by the God it was addressed to. Instead, it was Zir who delivered the final, crushing verdict.Zir: "Not happening. The Boss already said it was a one-time offer. You all had your chance. Now, you can only pray your demigods don’t die."

A wave of humiliation and rage washed over the independent Gods. They lashed out, their messages a torrent of accusations. They lectured Cosmos on humanity, on fairness, on the privilege he should be granting them. Their goal was simple and transparent: if you can’t get what you want through strength, try to get it through emotional blackmail.

But Sunny was not the god they thought he was. He was not one of them. He was a being born of the Void, a natural force who had just witnessed a two-hundred-thousand-year-long film of betrayal and suffering. He knew a backstabbing dog when he saw one, and he had no intention of letting them into his home.

Cosmos: "Say whatever you want. I gave you a choice, and you did not take it. Your mistake is not my responsibility."

His message was a wave of cold, cosmic pressure that instantly silenced the chat. This was a side of Cosmos they had never seen, not the witty profiteer, but the absolute, unyielding emperor.


Cosmos: "And a gentle reminder. If I see any more such comments in this God Chat, I won’t just take your system access. I know where you are. And if I can make entire planets vanish, you are still just tiny, fragile beings."

A roar of approval erupted from the members of the Pantheon. They cheered their leader, their loyalty a thunderous chorus that only served to deepen the bitter humiliation of those left outside.

Satisfied, Sunny turned his attention to a more productive task. "Thea," he commanded, "I am sharing with you the data of millions of demon gods; their abilities, their weaknesses, their fighting styles. Analyze it. Implement these demons into the gaming simulations. It is time all the Gods learned what they are truly fighting."

A torrent of knowledge, the grim history he had just witnessed, flowed from his mind to Thea’s. Instantly, through her connection to Isiah, the information was cataloged, becoming millions of new, glowing orbs of light in the Divine Library, a priceless training manual for all the worlds under his protection.

His work done, Sunny finally allowed himself a moment of rest. The hundred thousand years he had just lived through had left his soul weary. He was about to close his eyes, to drift into a well-deserved moment of peace, but the multiverse had other plans.

In an instant, he felt it. A breakthrough. One of his clones, the one who had been tirelessly practicing magic for what amounted to days of accelerated time, had just shattered its limits and reached the S-Grade. The torrent of refined power and comprehension flooded back into Sunny’s main body, igniting his own breakthrough from A-Grade to S-Grade Mage.

His body became a vortex, an insatiable black hole of magical hunger. It first devoured all the ambient mana within his God space, draining it dry in a nanosecond. But it wasn’t enough. The hunger reached out, its jaws piercing through the fabric of reality and latching onto the closest, richest source of power: Veridia.

Across the entire planet, the world’s lifeblood vanished. A mage in the capital city of Haven, in the middle of casting a complex light spell, watched in horror as it fizzled into nothingness. The magical lights that illuminated the city flickered and died, plunging millions into a sudden, shocking darkness. The lifeforms panicked, believing it was the wrath of their God.

Thea’s calm, reassuring voice immediately echoed through their system panels, explaining the situation and quelling their fear. But no one could quell the terror of the beasts and monsters.

For them, mana was not a tool; it was the air they breathed, the very essence of their existence. Its sudden absence was like being thrown into a vacuum, a primal, suffocating terror that ignited their deepest survival instincts. A collective, planet-wide roar of panic and pain erupted from the forests, mountains, and oceans. The beast tide had begun.

Massive, tusked boars, their eyes wild with fear, stampeded through farmlands. Griffins, their magical flight failing, fell from the sky, crashing into villages in a destructive panic. In the oceans, colossal sea serpents thrashed in the water, their rage creating tidal waves that battered the coastlines. The lifeforms, their own mana gone, were helpless.

In this moment of absolute chaos, the demigods descended.

Goliath, the demigod of Titans, appeared before a stampede of thousand-ton behemoths. He did not fight them. He simply stood, a living mountain of flesh and stone, his massive form an unmovable wall that brought the tide to a crashing halt.

Valeria, the elven demigod, floated above a panicked forest, her own personal mana reserves glowing like a gentle star. She wove a song of calming light, a melody that soothed the savage hearts of the rampaging beasts, their roars of terror softening into confused whimpers.

All the newly created DemiGods followed suite, the Demigod of forest began to control the trees to trap the beasts and monsters, similarly all the other DemiGods helped to quell this disaster.

But Sunny’s hunger was not yet satisfied. Unbeknownst to him, his breakthrough had reached beyond Veridia, its jaw sinking into the 5.5 billion worlds of his new subordinates.

Across a billion solar systems, planets began to dim, their mana being siphoned away by their new, unseen emperor. The subordinate Gods watched in helpless horror, unable to do a thing.

In her own silent, cosmic realm, Thea’s consciousness became a galaxy of screaming red alarms. 5.5 billion distress signals flashed at once, a universe crying out in pain.

Her mind, a supercomputer in it’s own, processed the logistical nightmare in a microsecond. She couldn’t stop her master, but she could mitigate the damage. A new directive flashed across her network, a call to arms for her hidden agents.

Across the multiverse, heroes who thought they were fighting for their own destiny received a new mission, their systems chiming with a single directive from a demigod they had never met. It was time to quell the tide.