Chapter 139: Ch 139 : Unity Across the Universe

Across billions of worlds, a silent, urgent call went out. In the grand libraries of Veridia, in the throne rooms of newly forged kingdoms, and in the desolate camps of forgotten refugees, a shimmering panel materialized before the eyes of the chosen.[Mission Name: Save a World]

[Mission Grade: SS]

[Description: The beasts are running rampant across the cosmos. You are called to stop them. Quell the tide, calm the chaos, but do not make them extinct. Their panic is not born of malice, but of fear.]

[Mission Reward: ??]

[Do you wish to join this mission?]

[YES / NO]

For Lux, the prodigy of Asura’s world, the notification appeared as he was meditating, the ambient mana of his palace’s quiet chamber swirling around him. An SS-Grade mission. A task of cosmic importance. He didn’t hesitate for a second. His finger pressed [YES].

For Ragnok, now the undisputed king of the displaced people of Solara, the message appeared in the middle of a war council, a war with a demon city. He looked at the description, his face grim. It was not a request; it was a duty. He pressed [YES].

For Kael, the boy who had been saved from the brink of death, the mission was a chance to repay an immeasurable debt. He stood, his body now strong and confident, and pressed [YES].

Millions of others across the multiverse did the same. Not a single one refused the call. A second message appeared, simple and direct.

[Do you wish to teleport now?]

[YES / NO]

From her vantage point within the cosmic network, Thea’s consciousness was a celestial war room. Before her, a holographic map of 5.5 billion worlds shimmered, a sea of screaming alerts. With the cold, flawless logic of a supercomputer through her Omni-Cognition talent, she began her duty.

The worlds were categorized, their status denoted by a simple color. Green, for the few thousand worlds whose own lifeforms were strong enough to handle the crisis. Red, for the planets on the absolute brink of collapse, where the beast tides were an apocalyptic force. And in between, billions of worlds colored Orange and Yellow, teetering on the edge.

Her strategy was instant and absolute. The Red worlds were a task for the demigods. The Orange and Yellow worlds would be the proving ground for her chosen heroes.

On a world of molten rock and obsidian mountains, the beast tide was a living earthquake. Colossal, magma-skinned creatures, driven mad by the vanishing mana, trampled cities of stone under their burning hooves. Here, there was no need for wits or strength. This world needed a grand presence to overwrite the fear in their mind.

Cerberus, the Guardian of the Netherworld, appeared. He did not fight. He did not speak. He simply stood, and the very air around him grew cold and heavy with the scent of death and judgment. A wave of pure, primal terror, far more potent than their own panicked fear, washed over the rampaging beasts.

The stampede faltered, the roars of rage turning into whimpers of submission. They were a force of nature, but he was the embodiment of its end. The chaos froze in its tracks, quelled not by force, but by a fear so profound it overwrote all others fear.

On a different Red world, one of beautiful, crystalline forests being shattered by stampeding diamond-shelled behemoths, the solution was the polar opposite.

Sugata, the demigod of peace, appeared, sitting in a simple lotus position in the path of the charge. He did not exude terror, but a boundless, all-encompassing serenity.

His Virtuous Body emitted an aura of such profound peace that it soothed the world’s frantic, terrified heartbeat. The rampaging beasts slowed, their eyes losing their panicked red glow, and the apocalyptic stampede gently settled into a grazing herd, their fear forgotten.

As the demigods handled the most extreme cases, the apostles were also helping in stopping the beasts from destroying the planets. The chosen heroes arrived on the front lines of a billion other worlds.

Lux materialized in a world of breathtaking jungles. The beasts here were elegant, panther-like creatures whose fur shimmered with magical energy. They were beautiful, but their panic was turning their home into a whirlwind of destructive light.

Lux didn’t fight the stampede; he conducted it. With a graceful wave of his hands, he wove grand illusions. Shimmering walls of light rose from the jungle floor, gently herding the creatures away from populated settlements.


He conjured the phantom scent of a flower that induced calm, its magical pollen settling over the panicked beasts like a gentle rain. His was a battle of finesse and control, a symphony of magic that saved a world without shedding a single drop of blood.

Ragnok appeared on a rugged, volcanic world, where brutish, rock-skinned monsters were tearing down mountainsides in their terror. His approach was not subtle. It was the approach of a king. He did not fight alone; he created an army.

His voice, empowered by his Reality Talk talent, was not a suggestion; it was a law. "STAND YOUR GROUND! FORM A LINE!" he roared at the terrified local lifeforms. His words were a spell of pure command, overriding their fear with a surge of courage and discipline.

He organized them, turning a panicked mob into a shield wall, and led them in a direct, brutal confrontation that pushed the tide of monsters back into the volcanic wastes where they could do no harm.

And in a murky swamp world teeming with venomous, skittering creatures, Kael arrived. He was not a mage-prince or a king. He was a survivor. He melted into the environment, a ghost in the marsh. He used the terrain to his advantage, setting cunning traps, creating diversions, and fighting with a gritty, desperate efficiency.

He was not elegant; he was brutally effective, a lone hunter who understood that survival was not about grand gestures, but about doing whatever it takes to win.

Across a billion worlds, the tide was turning. A million different heroes, each with their own unique talents and methods, were pushing back the chaos.

This all was happening, when Sunny was still absorbing all the mana from the surroundings, if he stopped, then the problem would have solved very easily, as Thea can just manifest mana into these worlds, but no, Sunny was still absorbing, even if she manifested mana, it will just be sucked dry by him.