In the silent, cosmic expanse of his God space, Sunny sat on his throne.
He had faced a paradox: his clones, the very roots of his advancent, were now too powerful to exist within the accelerated ti realms he created to train them.
He could not waste hours of his own precious Godly ti to manually etch a stabilizing artifact. The demon gods were on the move, and ti was a luxury he could not afford.
Even if he enters the realm to do these things which would just be a few seconds in the God space, but he was too lazy to focus on this work.
But he wasn’t out of ideas, a smile ford on his face which was hidden behind his mask.
His hands, shimring with the purest form of energy, Faith, moved.
In his left hand, he manifested an artifact, weaving it into a physical, intricate form.
Gold, starlight and solidified shadow flowed together, hardening into the shape of an ornate, old-world pocket clock.
It was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, its case of gleaming gold, its face a flawless disc of polished black obsidian. It was a perfect, beautiful... and utterly dead vessel.
[Item na : The Tipiece]
[Grade : SS]
[Description : Created by God Cosmos for a grand plan]
Sunny chuckled at the unassuming description. It was a blank slate, an empty shell awaiting its soul.
In his right hand, he manifested a new Divine Embryo. But this ti, he did not shape it into a dragon, or an angel, or a sli.
He poured his will into it, forming it into a formless, ethereal sphere of consciousness.
It was not in ethereal form like a shadow or energy like Thea, but a "weapon spirit," a soul designed for a single, specific purpose: to inhabit a vessel.
"Now," Sunny whispered, a thrill of creativity running through him, "let’s see if this works."
He brought his hands together. He took the divine soul of the embryo and, with a surge of his will, forced it into the cold, intricate body of the Tipiece.
The mont the two touched, the Tipiece shimred even more brighly.
The golden clock began to vibrate violently, The black, obsidian face flickered with a blinding, white-hot light as the two opposing concepts; a living, divine soul and a non-living, manifested object; rged.
The blinding light vanished. The agonizing vibration stopped. And from the center of the black, obsidian face, two small, curious, glowing white eyes opened and looked up at their creator.
The artifact was no longer a dead object. It was alive. It was a new, loyal, and utterly unique demigod, bound not to a body of flesh, but to a vessel, an artifact.
Sunny laughed, a sound of triumphant joy. The slow, arduous, hour-long process of etching was no longer necessary.
This was not an artifact which needs to be etched by talents; it was a demigod. And he, as its creator, could simply give it the talents it needed.
He rembered the old saying from Endor, ’Ti waits for none.’ He looked at the new, living clock in his hand.
"We all were wrong, our understanding was shallow" he mused.
He placed his hand on the Tipiece, the tal now warm with the stabilization of a new life. "You have a grand purpose, little one," he said.
"Your first talent," he commanded, "shall be Ti Stabilizer." The knowledge flooded into the artifact’s new mind.
It could use Sunny’s mana, which was the only energy "heavy" enough to anchor the law of ti for his God clones.
Its sole, singular purpose: to stabilize the accelerated law of a subspace, to hold the flow of ti steady, no matter the cost.
"Your second talent," Sunny continued, his cosmic eyes glinting with experintal curiosity, "shall be Rewind."
This was a new, powerful, and untested concept. The ability to reverse the flow of ti in a limited, localized area.
It sounded impossibly overpowered, Sunny even thought that it wouldn’t work as it should be an SSS-Grade talent.
But as the talent settled into the artifact’s core, Sunny’s God’s Eye imdiately perceived the limitation,
This talent could rewind matter. It could rebuild a shattered city from its dust. It could nd a broken body. But it could not rewind a soul.
If a lifeform had truly died, if its soul had already departed, carried away by the fundantal, unbending Law of Reincarnation to Cerberus’s hell or his own angels’ heaven, Rewind would be useless.
It would restore the body, yes, but it would be an empty, hollow shell, a zombie, a perfect, beautiful corpse.
It was a chilling and important discovery. His Divine Immortality talent, the Nine Lives he had gifted his empire, was still the only true path to resurrection.
He was tempted, for a mont, to copy this new, powerful Rewind talent for himself. His clones had already mastered acceleration and stopping ti, but this... this was sothing else.
But he shook his head, his gaze firm. His Divine Intuition was still an insistent whisper in his soul, pointing him toward a single prize: Adam’s First-Born talent.
That was the true key to the hierarchy of the cosmos. He would wait. He would stay on target.
"You are now complete," Sunny said to the sentient clock. "I will grant you more talents if I think of sothing, but for now, you have your purpose."
He poured a river of his own, potent mana into the artifact, filling its reserves, a battery that would last it for at least a week of continuous, heavy work.
"With this, I am finally free as a bird," he declared. "My clones will now work for centuries while I live for re hours."
He turned to the new, ti-accelerated sub-realm, the one that held his twelve waiting clones. "Now, little one," he commanded his new creation. "Go. Increase the ti flow in that realm to the maximum possible. And hold it steady."
The Tipiece, its new eyes glowing with a fierce, determined light, vanished. It reappeared in the sub-realm, a tiny, golden sun in the center of the pocket dinsion. It unleashed its power.
As the ti started to accelerate. Instantly, the fabric of the tiny universe scread. The law of ti crackled, flickered, and threatened to shatter under the weight of twelve Godly beings.
The walls of the sub-realm began to groan, visible cracks of black void began to surface across the entire realm.
But then, the Ti Stabilizer talent kicked in. A wave of golden energy pulsed from the Tipiece, nding the cracks, soothing the law of ti.
The breaking realm and the stabilizing force found their equilibrium, reaching a new absolute limit.
The Tipiece, now floating in the center of the stable sub-realm, sent a single, clear ssage to its master. Its black, obsidian face glowed with a new line of text:
[Temporal Flow Stabilized. Maximum Acceleration Achieved: 1:100,000]
Sunny looked at the number. And his eyes began to shine even more brighter than the golden light of the Tipiece.
This ant that in just few minutes, he should be about to break through to the SS-Grade mage, and SS-Grade body Refiner. As for the law of manifestation, he wasn’t sure.... How much ti will it take.
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