Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 555: End Of War

"I am the storm," Zeus’ voice boomed across heaven and earth, layered with the weight of divine law. "I am the sky. I am Zeus—King of all gods!"

He raised both arms and gathered the totality of his authority. The lightning of Olympus, the authority of heaven, the dominion over wind and cloud—all converged into a single, blinding sphere above his palms.

Then he released it.

A beam of catastrophic lightning tore downward, not merely splitting the sky but dimming the world itself. Shadows swallowed the horizon. The oceans churned violently, waves rising as if bowing in terror. Mountains groaned under invisible pressure, their peaks cracking as though forced to kneel.

Asgard trembled, its golden towers shaking as the Bifrost flickered erratically. Even Olympus, quaked beneath the recoil of its own king’s power.

To stop this attack, Sharky did not move.

The apocalyptic lightning that could darken the world surged toward him like the end of all things, yet he merely lifted one hand.

There was no strain.

The boundless storm collapsed the instant it touched his palm, compressing inward. The blinding radiance folded into a single point and vanished without even a spark remaining.

Then, a cosmic-atomic shockwave erupted from Sharky’s clenched fist. Space fractured in concentric rings. Zeus’ twelve divine barriers shattered one after another like thin glass struck by a hammer.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Each layer failed.

Marble pillars cracked. Sacred runes dimmed. The sky split apart with spiderweb fractures of void.

Zeus was struck head-on.

The King of Gods was blasted through the broken firmament and hurled into a distant mountainside. Stone vaporized upon impact. Lightning bled from his wounds as his body carved a canyon into the divine rock.

Dust rolled across the battlefield.

When it settled, Zeus lay embedded within shattered stone, half-conscious.

He tried to rise. His arms trembled. He failed.

The aura that had once ruled heaven flickered like a dying flame. Golden blood mixed with lightning dripped from his lips.

For the first time since overthrowing the Titans, Zeus whispered hoarsely:

"...Unbelievable..."

Before the echo faded, Sharky appeared in front of him. His eyes glowed with quiet, mocking brilliance.

"You think you alone are divine," Sharky said calmly. "But to me, you are no different from how you see mortals."

His voice did not rise, yet it pressed upon Zeus like a mountain.

"If you had not stopped me from killing Ares, none of this would matter. But since you chose to interfere... I will end you as well."

Zeus’ pupils contracted. He could not even lift a hand.

Sharky raised his palm. Cosmic energy gathered above it, dense and collapsing inward like a dying star about to explode. He was moments from execution.

Suddenly— the sky turned black. The ground trembled violently. Olympus quaked as if sensing its own extinction.

One by one, streaks of divine light tore across the battlefield.

Before the descending storm could fully devour the battlefield, space rippled.

One after another, divine figures appeared before Sharky.

Hera arrived first, her regal aura dimmed by urgency rather than pride. Athena followed, armor gleaming yet her expression solemn. Artemis stood close behind, silver eyes no longer fierce but tense. Demeter, Persephone, Aphrodite, Hestia—each manifested in a flash of divine light. Even Keres and Enyo appeared.

In mere breaths, the sky that moments ago trembled under Zeus’ wrath was now filled with kneeling goddesses.

Without hesitation, they lowered themselves before Sharky.

Hera’s composure fractured first. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Sharky... please. Do not kill him."

Athena bowed her head, her spear resting against the ground in surrender rather than readiness. "Without Zeus, Olympus will collapse. The structure of divine authority would fracture beyond repair."

Persephone stepped forward slightly, urgency flooding her normally gentle gaze. "He is the pillar that maintains the balance between realms. If he falls, the flow of souls, the cycles of heaven and earth—everything will descend into chaos."

Demeter clasped her hands tightly before her chest, grief and reason intertwined. "He has wronged you, yes. But spare the world from paying the price of his fall."

Aphrodite, whose voice once swayed hearts effortlessly, now spoke with genuine fear rather than charm. "If Zeus dies, the power vacuum alone will ignite war across the cosmos. Gods, titans, forgotten beings—they will all rise."

Their pleas overlapped, forming a chorus of desperation beneath the trembling sky.

And yet, Sharky did not lower his hand.

The cosmic radiance surrounding him continued to hum with restrained annihilation. The storm above remained suspended, as though awaiting his final decision.

Odin also steps out with Gungnir in hand. Frigga was also beside him, eyes full of worry.

Sif, Hela and a few other Valkyries also arrived there.

Odin said, "Son-in-law please stop, don’t do it."

Frigga also nodded beside him, "Yes, don’t do it, it’s not worth it."

Sif and Hela also nodded, "You have already won. Let it end."

Hearing all of this, the energy which had gathered in his hand started disappearing. Sharky turns his gaze toward Zeus, broken on the floor.

He speaks slowly, "Listen closely. This is your last and your only single chance."

He steps forward, aura burning holes in the stone.

"I don’t care about your throne. I don’t care about Olympus. I don’t care about your pride."

He points at Zeus’s chest. "But if you ever think about harming Asgard again... I will erase Olympus."

Zeus cannot respond. His head falls in shame.

Sharky turns away. The goddesses take deep breaths of relief.

Odin quietly nods. Hela takes Sharky’s hand. Sif hugs him. The war ended.

After Sharky walked away from the battlefield. Every Olympian god hid inside their chambers. No one dared to speak. No one dared to breathe loudly. No one dared to even look at Zeus.

The shock of seeing Zeus defeated, shook Olympus to its core.

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Ares returned to his personal war-hall.

He staggered... beaten, ashamed, humiliated.

He tore down weapons from the walls.

Smashed shields with his fists.

Crushed a marble pillar with a roar.

Ares’ entire body shook with rage and humiliation:

His son Phobos was killed. His son Deimos was destroyed. His wife Enyo rode Sharky. His daughter Keres submitted as Sharky’s slave.

His soldiers froze and shattered. His war against Asgard was crushed. His pride was destroyed. His father Zeus nearly killed.

Ares bellowed, "SHAAARKYYY!!! I WILL KILL YOU SOME DAY— EVEN IF I HAVE TO TEAR THE REALM APART!"

But deep inside... He knew the truth. He could not touch Sharky, he started fearing him.

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Meanwhile, the goddesses who loved Sharky gathered in Hera’s temple.

They were grateful Sharky spared Zeus. But they were also terrified for him.

Hera spoke first, "Zeus will not forgive this."

Athena nodded, serious, "There will be politics. Schemes. Zeus will not dare to fight him openly... but he will plan something."

Artemis clenched her fists, "Anyone who tries to hurt him must die."

Demeter placed a hand on her chest, "We owe him everything. If war comes, we stand with him."

Persephone whispered, "Mother and I... we will move between realms. We will warn him of every danger."

Hestia bowed her head, "I will keep his memories safe. His warmth saved my heart."

Aphrodite smiled gently, "And if he ever returns... I will welcome him with love."

Enyo and Keres nodded silently, now completely devoted to Sharky.

Hera closed her eyes, remembering the past, the passion, the intimacy, the affection she received from him.

With a trembling breath, she said, "Sharky saved our dignity. Saved our pride. We must protect him."

All the goddesses agreed.

---

When Zeus regained consciousness, he rose in silence.

Forcing himself upright, he returned to his throne. Each movement felt heavier than the last.

His body trembled uncontrollably. Faint sparks of lightning flickered from his fingertips. His complexion had turned pale.

For the first time since overthrowing the Titans... for the first time since seizing the throne of heaven... Zeus tasted fear.

He could still feel it—the residual cosmic pressure Sharky had left upon him. It clung to his bones, seeped into his divine core, pressed against his authority like an unseen weight. Even Olympus itself had not fully recovered; the sacred mountain trembled faintly, as though remembering the threat of annihilation.

The words echoed in his mind, clear and absolute, "If you EVER think about harming Asgard again... I will erase Olympus."

Zeus lowered himself onto his throne.

He stared ahead, eyes unfocused, and whispered hoarsely, "That mortal... No... that being..."

He knew Ares would demand revenge. He knew the other gods would seek answers, reassurance, strength. Olympus had always relied upon him to be unshakable, to be the sky that never fell.

But now he understood something none of them yet fully grasped.

If Sharky returned in true anger, Olympus would cease to exist.

Zeus slowly lifted his gaze toward the broken sky above his realm. And for the first time in five thousand years, the King of Olympus felt powerless.

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Sharky stepped through the golden gates of Asgard once more.

The skies above the realm shimmered with restored brilliance, as if even the heavens recognized his return. The tremors of battle were gone. The threat of Olympus had receded. Once again, Asgard stood unbroken.

And once again, he had protected it.

Beside him stood Odin, his single eye gleaming with solemn approval; Frigga, radiant and relieved; Sif, whose eyes had not stopped searching for him; Hela, composed yet quietly shaken; and rows of Valkyries standing in disciplined formation.

But none of that mattered to Sharky.

Because the moment he stepped forward, a small figure broke from the palace steps.

"Papa!"

Astrid’s voice rang across the courtyard like the sweetest sound in all Nine Realms.

She ran with all her strength, her small boots clumsily slapping against the marble floor. She nearly tripped over her own feet halfway—but stubbornly regained balance and continued charging forward.

Sharky felt something inside him soften completely.

All the rage. All the weight of battle. Gone.

He knelt just in time as Astrid crashed into him at full speed.

He caught her easily, lifting her into his arms and holding her tightly against his chest.

"My brave girl," he murmured, his voice was just a father’s warmth.

Astrid hugged him fiercely, her small hands gripping his armor as if afraid he might disappear again.

"I punched a guard when they tried to make me sit still," she whispered proudly. "I told them I’m the daughter of Sharky!"

Odin coughed discreetly. Frigga hid a smile.

Sharky chuckled softly. "That’s my girl."

Before the moment could settle, another tiny disturbance approached.

From the palace entrance, a courtmaid hurried forward, struggling to keep hold of a very determined toddler.

"Prince Sigurd—please slow down—!"

Sigurd had no intention of slowing down. The moment he saw Sharky, his eyes lit up like twin emerald stars.

"Daa!" he squealed.

With absolute confidence, and zero coordination, Sigurd launched himself forward.

The courtmaid gasped. Sif gasped. Hela’s eyes widened.

Sharky simply shifted one arm and caught him mid-air.

Sigurd burst into delighted giggles, grabbing Sharky’s collar with tiny fists and drooling proudly down his shoulder.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"My husband," Sif said warmly, wrapping her arms around both Sharky and Astrid, "he likes you."

Sharky smirked slightly and placed a protective hand on her cheek.

"Of course he does. After all, I am his father."

Sigurd immediately slapped Sharky’s face in excitement.

Astrid gasped dramatically. "Sigurd! That’s Papa!"

Sigurd responded by grabbing Sharky’s nose.

Hela stepped closer, watching the chaos unfold, and could not suppress the faint curve of her lips.

"Apparently," she said dryly, "he also wishes to conquer you."

Sharky laughed.

He adjusted Astrid on one arm and Sigurd on the other.

"Good," he said lightly. "He’ll need practice."

Hela stepped closer then, the humor fading from her eyes as the weight of what had almost happened returned.

Without words, she leaned her forehead gently against Sharky’s chest. Even the Goddess of Death needed warmth.

Sharky shifted slightly and wrapped one arm around her as well, holding all of them together.

The wind across Asgard softened.

The Valkyries lowered their weapons.

Odin nodded in silent acknowledgment.

For the first time since the chaos began, peace truly settled over the realm.