Chapter 263: Ch 263 : The Toss of Fate

Sunny stood before his three clones that were his other halves, quater to be exact, his voice raging with the authority of an Emperor dispatching his generals to conquer the stars."First," he declared, his masked gaze sweeping over them. "Thea has already mapped our multiverse. We know where the Demon Gods are hiding, roughly. We will start with the weak ones. You will hunt them, kill them, and strip them of everything; their memories, their treasures, their very essence."

The clones nodded. They were him. Thus they also felt the same hatred towards the demon and similarly same ambition to grow.

"Second," Sunny continued, "once our multiverse is secured, one of you will journey to the Multiverse of Arcana"

"We have the Subspace of Cards, yes, but owning a universe is not the same as owning a multiverse."

He raised a hand, clenching it into a fist. "And that is not the end. Slowly, methodically, we shall conquer every multiverse in this bubble. We will amass so much power, so much strength, that even the Royal Void Beasts will think twice before crossing us."

He stopped. It was like talking to a mirror. His clones already knew the plan; they shared his mind, his ambition, his very soul.

He didn’t need to give orders, but the act of speaking them aloud made them real. It transformed a thought into a decree.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the three clones replied in perfect unison, playing their part in the grand theater of his rule.

"Good. Now go. Conquer this multiverse for me"

The clones bowed and vanished, dissolving into streaks of light that shot out into the space towards the unknown.

Sunny was left alone on his throne, the silence of the palace rushing back in to fill the void they left behind.

’now this is done,’ he thought, leaning back and rubbing his temples. ’What’s next?’

His mind, usually a gold mine of ideas, felt cluttered. The frantic pace of the last few days, the tournament, the soul-splitting, the city building, the breakthroughs had left a backlog of unfinished tasks.

He surfed through his mental to-do list until he landed on a problem that was both trivial and monumental.

The love lives of six billion Gods.

He sighed. The Goddesses were a lost cause for now. Their adoration for him had transformed into something entirely different after witnessing his repeated sacrifices.

Every unmarried Goddess in the city seemed convinced that his death loop was a personal romantic gesture aimed specifically at her. It was... flattering, but exhausting.

The Gods, however, were a different story. They were lonely. They were powerful, immortal, yet isolated.

They craved connection, someone to share the burden of eternity with, someone who saw them not as a God, but as a person.

Some, in their desperation, had petitioned for arranged marriages within the City of Gods.

Sunny had considered it, but dismissed it. It felt too nonsensical, how will that even work out?

Then there was the proposal of Nyx: The Avatar Protocol. To descend as mortals, to live among their creations, and to find love organically. It was romantic. It was noble. It was morally sound.

But it was also a logistical nightmare.

"How do you shove the soul of a God into a mortal body without it exploding?" Sunny muttered to the empty hall. A normal vessel would burn out in seconds under the pressure of a God’s soul.

And the cost... faith was the currency of intervening with the mortal world directly, and maintaining a high-grade avatar on a world would drain a God’s reserves faster than a Void Beast. A trillion faith points wouldn’t last a minute.

’What to do... A new demigod? An artifact?’

He even thought of virtual reality. Thea could easily create a simulation where Gods can talk to NPCs. It would be cheap, safe, and efficient.

He even thought of something similar to virtual reality, but instead of the world being virtual, it would be a living world, instead of controlling the body directly by God, Thea would be controlling the mortal body.

While the Gods would be virtually living that life, mentally telling Thea what to do. They would feel like they are the one controlling the body.

"But it’s fake," Sunny realized, shaking his head. "Imagine a Goddess falling in love with a mortal hero... only to realize that Thea was the one controlling her body the whole time. Technically, her husband would be living with Thea, not her. They would hate it."

No. It had to be real. They needed to control the bodies themselves. They needed to feel the heartbeat, the breath, the touch of another living being.

Only then would the City of Gods be filled with genuine happiness and eventually, a new generation of children.

"I am tired of thinking," Sunny groaned, looking up at the ceiling of his throne room, which were similarly designed like his cosmic robe.

"God, bless me with some ideas." He chuckled at the irony of praying to himself.

Far away, in the silent expanse of the Void between Multiverses, a lone figure drifted.

Beru, the Prince of the Zerg, was a speck of red dot in an ocean of nothingness.

He had been flying for what felt like an eternity, his destination was the bright cluster of light that felt like the biggest multiverse he could see around him.

"Why isn’t this darkness ending?" he thought, his eyes scanning the emptiness. He was no stranger to the void; his people had traversed the spaces between stars.

He even travelled towards the multiverse of resources from his home multiverses.

But this... this was different. It felt like he was walking on a treadmill, taking a million steps to move an inch.

Just as despair began to gnaw at the his resolve, a glint caught his eye.

"Huh? What’s that?"

He flared his wings, accelerating toward the anomaly. As he drew closer, the shape of this anomaly became visible.

It was small, metallic and mundane item for this alien place.

It was a coin.

It floated in the absolute darkness, a perfect thumb size coin. One side was a light devouring black. The other was a blinding white. It radiated no heat, no magic, no aura. It just felt like a normal coin.

Beru reached out, his clawed hand trembling slightly. He knew, with his instincts, that this was no ordinary piece of debris.

The moment the cold metal touched his palm, a thought, an irresistible thought, bloomed in his mind. It was an urge. A compulsion so strong it overrode his exhaustion, his grief and his fear.

Toss it.

It felt like a key. It felt like a gamble. It felt like... Fate.

Beru, the hope of the zerg race, looked at the coin in his hand. Black and White. Chaos and Order. Life and Death.

He flicked his thumb.

The coin spun, a blury coin with light and darkness as it’s both sides.