Chapter 153: Ch 153 : God of the Multiverse

"Why should a king travel to the dungeons?" Sunny mused to the quiet of his God space. "The accused should be brought before the throne."With that thought, he gave a single, silent command to Thea.

The summons was not a polite request. It was an order for these 420 different Gods, a command from a power so absolute it could not be denied.

One by one, they were wrenched from their private realms and deposited into the vast, empty void of Sunny’s God space.

"Thea," Sunny commanded next, "initiate a multiverse-wide video call. All Gods. It is time for a verdict."

Across six billion God spaces, a new panel materialized, the call notification pulsing with an undeniable authority. Confused but compelled, every God joined.

Their view was immediately filled with a breathtaking and terrifying scene. In a grand, cosmic hall, the masked God Cosmos sat upon his throne.

And before him, on a raised platform, stood the 420 summoned Gods, their faces pale with a dawning, sickening dread. They knew why they were here.

"Greetings, dear Gods," Sunny’s voice echoed, calm and measured, in the mind of every being present. "As you all know, I am God Cosmos. Today, I am not here to announce a new product." He paused, a flicker of his old, playful self showing through. "Though, perhaps I will announce two new ways for you to escape your boring lives at the end of this assembly."

His tone hardened, the playfulness vanishing like a snuffed flame. "But for now, we are here to pass a verdict on these 420 Gods before you." He saw the bewildered expressions on the faces of the billions watching. "You may ask, why? The answer is quite simple."

In that instant, a new tab opened on every God’s system panel. It was a library of horrors.

A collective, horrified silence fell over six billion Gods.

The sounds of joyful chatter in the private chat channels died instantly. In their place was the sound of a woman screaming as a demigod struck her down for sport while her God laughed; the sight of a world’s population starving under the heel of a tyrant who hoarded all resources for himself; the raw, unfiltered depravity of a God forcing himself on his own terrified creations.

Every crime imaginable, from petty cruelty to mass murder for faith, was laid bare for the entire multiverse to see.

Some Gods physically vomited in their own spaces. Others felt a sickness churn in their souls. A single, furious voice finally broke the silence in the public chat.

"What kind of cracked-up people are these?!"

"Kill them!" another voice roared, a sentiment that was immediately echoed by millions. "Kill those monsters!"

The call for blood became a deafening chorus. Sunny allowed it to swell for a moment before raising a single hand, a gesture that once again commanded absolute silence.

"Yes, it is easy to kill them," he said, his voice a low, dangerous hum. "It would be no great effort to erase these weak beings from existence. But what about a punishment that is even more cruel to a God than a simple death?"

The question hung in the air, a chilling, mysterious puzzle.

"What can be crueler than death?" one naive God typed.

"Are you playing games all day?" another shot back. "Torture. Making them watch their families die. Subjecting them to the same horrors they inflicted. There are a million things crueler than a quick end."

"You all underestimate God Cosmos," a new voice entered the chat, and this one was different. It was like the gentle chiming of crystal bells, yet it cut through the furious roar of the crowd with absolute clarity. "If this were merely about torture, he would have done it already, without this grand assembly."

Sunny’s cosmic gaze shifted, his interest piqued. He looked at the ID of the speaker: ’Flower.’ Thea’s data flashed in his mind; an independent SS-Grade talent holder, one of the few whose true power she had not yet been able to analyze.

"Oh?" Sunny’s voice was filled with a genuine intrigue. "Then please, enlighten us. Tell me what you believe I am here for."

The other Gods fell silent, listening intently to the exchange between the two titans.

"This is not a trial, God Cosmos," Flower’s voice replied, her analysis calm and piercing. "It is a coronation. You have shown us that you have the power to watch over every world. You have shown us that no secret, no crime, can be hidden from your system. You are not here to ask for our judgment. You are here to show us that there is a new, absolute law in this multiverse. Your law."

A slow, appreciative smirk formed on Sunny’s face, hidden behind his mask. "You are right," he said. His masked gaze swept across the billions of souls before him, and he leaned forward. "So let me make it official."

He did not shout. He did not need to. His voice was a quiet hum that resonated in the soul of every being present, a statement of undeniable fact.

"From this day forward, I declare myself the God of this Multiverse, and the Emperor of all Gods. If any of you have an objection, you may state it now."

A profound, universe-spanning silence was his only answer. Six billion minds processed the audacity, and the undeniable truth, of his claim.

It was Flower who broke the silence. "I have no objection, my Emperor," she said, her voice the first stone in an avalanche of acceptance.

Immediately, the chat exploded. "God of the Multiverse! Emperor Cosmos!" The chant began, a single voice, then a thousand, then a billion, a wave of acknowledgment that solidified his new, absolute authority.

Sunny nodded, accepting their verdict. "As you all know, I do not do things without a reason, and not without a shock." He looked down at the 420 trembling souls on the platform, their faces ashen with terror. "And this time will be no different."

He let his words hang in the air, a final, chilling promise. The Gods watched, their minds racing. What could he possibly have planned? What punishment could be so shocking, so uniquely cruel, that it required a stage this grand?