"The competition will begin on the eleventh godly day," Sunny’s voice echoed through the grand assembly, a promise that sent a ripple of anticipation through the 5.5 billion Gods.
"As for the venue... I will reveal that later." A mysterious smile was hidden behind his mask. "In addition to the worlds, I will personally bestow gifts upon any demigod or lifeform whose performance I find particularly impressive."
A flurry of excited ssages filled the chat, but Zir’s voice cut through the noise. "Boss, what about the two new services you ntioned? The ones to relieve our boredom?"
"Ahem," Sunny cleared his throat, taking on the air of a grand showman. "It is ti for an announcent. As you all know, being a God can be... tedious. We have gas, we have novels, and we have the lives of our own creations. But I propose sothing new."
He leaned forward, his cosmic eyes seeming to look at each God individually. "Imagine this: we take a talented soul from a world without magic, a world much like our old ho. We give this soul a ’system’, a second chance at life, and a grand mission. And we, as an audience, watch their journey. We will see them struggle, grow, and perhaps, one day, change the fate of an entire world."
A skeptical God imdiately said in the video call. "But why? We can already watch our own creations. We can give them tasks and gifts through our demigods. What is the point?"
"A fair point," Sunny conceded. "But now, look at this." He waved a hand, and the main viewscreen of the assembly changed. A planet of breathtaking, painful familiarity appeared. A single, perfect blue marble, swirling with white clouds, suspended in the blackness of space. It was Endor. It was ho.
A profound, aching silence fell over the six billion Gods.
"This is a world I have made," Sunny explained, his voice gentle. "It is called Earth. It has no magic, only the dreams of it. Its people fantasize about being transmigrated to a world of magic and adventure, just as we once did." He let the image hang in the air, a beautiful, nostalgic wound.
"Now, imagine if one of these lifeforms, a world-famous doctor who was killed by a corrupt leader, was given a second chance. Imagine we transmigrate them to one of our worlds, a world suffering from a plague, and watch their journey as they struggle to heal it. Wouldn’t that be an interesting story to watch?"
The Gods just nodded, their minds reeling. It wasn’t just the entertainnt value that had stunned them. It was the casual, earth-shattering statent he had just made. ’This is a world I have made’
"Boss... what else are you hiding?" a God typed, his words a trembling whisper. "Did you create an entire universe or sothing?" He then rembered that he was, in fact, living in a subspace created by the very God he was questioning and fell silent in sha.
"That was the first announcent," Sunny said, ignoring the stunned reactions. "As for the second, it is the grand competition I have already told you about." With that, the eting ca to an end.
The Gods returned to their own spaces, their minds buzzing not just with plans for the tournant, but with a new, terrifying, and awe-inspiring understanding of the true scale of their Emperor’s power.
Sunny checked on the progress of Nova and Mammon. They were halfway to their destination, a journey that would still take another two of his godly hours. "Two or more hours to reach the location, and two hours until I can copy my next talent," he mused. "What a coincidence." He closed his eyes, his mind sinking back into the complex, beautiful patterns of the Law of Manifestation.
Ti flowed.
[Master, a century has passed in Veridia.]
"So soon?" Sunny’s eyes snapped open. He had been so imrsed in his comprehension that the hours had vanished. "Was I that focused?" The cooldown on his talent was over.
His mind imdiately went to Ragnok. He wanted that ’King’s Authority’ talent.
But a question lingered. Ragnok was not on Veridia; he was in the Realm of Advancent, a place where a God’s power was nullified. Could his innate, Void-born talent bypass a rule that bound all other Gods, and even the demons?
He decided to find out. He did what he always did. He focused his mind on Ragnok, and on the talent he wished to copy.
His consciousness escaped from his divine form, a point of pure will soaring through the cosmos. It shot past his own creations; solar systems teeming with the life of his new subordinates and hurtled towards the absolute edge of his known multiverse.
And there it was. A realm so vast his normal perception couldn’t see its end. It was not a sphere or a collection of them. It was a continent.
A continent of realities, a flat, endless plane woven from the fabric of a billions of different worlds, each stitched together to form a single, impossible landscape.
It was a tapestry of every climate imaginable: fiery lava fields bled into frozen glaciers, which in turn bordered shimring deserts of crystal sand and jungles where the trees themselves were alive with magic.
"So beautiful," Sunny breathed, his soul filled with a profound sense of wonder.
But his consciousness did not stop to admire the view. It continued onward, straight towards the shimring, unyielding barrier that surrounded the realm, a wall of absolute law that scread ’NO GODS ALLOWED’.
This was the mont of truth. He felt the barrier, an immovable object of cosmic law. But as his consciousness, the very essence of his Skill-Resonance talent, touched it, sothing miraculous happened.
It didn’t break. It didn’t resist. It simply... parted, like water flowing around a smooth stone. His talent was not breaking the law; it was simply exempt from it.
His consciousness slipped through effortlessly, a ghost passing through a wall, and continued its journey towards Ragnok.
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Sunny’s face. "It really can bypass the barrier," he said.
This was more than just a new talent. It was a confirmation of his true nature. He was different. He was a child of the Void, and the rules that bound other Gods did not apply to him.
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