Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened-Chapter 357: Ch : A Hunt For Lom

The Absolute Vault of the Spire of Sins was a place where silence possessed a physical weight.

The walls were lined with the calcified remains of ancient, failed gods, their essences woven into the very formation to strengthen the seals.

As the massive, iron-bound doors groaned open, the seven Demon Lords stepped into a chamber that should have been the most secure place in the entire Demonic Realm.

Deimos, the Lord of Discord, walked toward the central pedestal with a sense of dread.

The blood-seals on the exterior had been perfect. Yet, as the dust of centuries settled, the truth was laid bare.

The pedestal was empty.

Where the Pearl of Calamity, a relic forged in the chaotic fires of the Demonic Grounds should have sat, there was only a mocking void.

In its place, pinned down by a single, dark-red demon scale, sat a small scrap of parchment.

"Lom," Deimos spat. As the realization took hold, the space within the vault began to fracture. Deimos’s aura, usually a controlled hum of chaos, exploded outward in a physical shockwave.

The obsidian walls cracked, and the floor groaned as the weight of his rage pressed down on the other six Lords, forcing even the likes of Beezlebub and Maledictus to stagger back.

"He didn’t just reveal our secrets," Deimos roared, his handsome face twisting into a mask of Abyssal fury that stripped away his beauty. "He didn’t just sell our ambush coordinates. He stole the Pearl!!"

He stared at the empty pedestal, his mind racing through the implications.

"He has been lurking in my own shadow, watching me, mocking me. He has the Pearl. He has the prisoners he scavenged from the Cosmos’s prison. And he has been using my artifact to whisper to Cosmos, playing us against each other like marionettes."

The Lord of Discord turned toward the exit, his eyes burning with a light so intense it caused the obsidian floor to smoke beneath his feet.

"I no longer care about the Emperor," Deimos whispered, the quietness of his voice far more terrifying than his previous scream.

"The war with the Pantheon can wait. I want Lom. I want him alive. I want to see how many eons of torture he can endure before his soul finally fractures into nothingness."

While the Demon Capital descended into a hunt of unprecedented brutality, the object of their initial ire sat cross-legged in the absolute stillness of the deeper void.

His eyes, glowing with a violet-gold intensity, were fixed on the interface of his soul. The list of his talents had grown.

These weren’t just the SSS-Grade and SS-Grade powers he had copied from the likes of Adam or his demigods; these were the fruits of Divine Growth, synthesized from the collective experiences of his seventeen bodies.

"Let’s see what my other selves have been learning," Sunny murmured.

He swiped his hand through the air, bringing up a movement talent that his clones had perfected while dancing through the strikes of the Lord of Lies.

[Talent: Void Step]

[Grade: SS-Grade]

[Description: An ultimate evasive maneuver. The user can flicker through the sub-layers of the void, instantly vanishing from their original coordinates and reappearing several thousand light-years away without leaving any trace]

Sunny nodded in appreciation. "A flicker that spans thousands of light years. Even at SS-Grade, it outclasses most teleportation spells. I need the clones to keep using this; if we can push this to SSS-Grade, I might be able to move between multiverses as easily as walking through a doorway."

He swiped again, revealing a defensive talent born from the brawls with the Demon God scouting parties.

[Talent: Rebound]

[Grade: SS-Grade]

[Description: A conceptual counter-measure. Allows the user to reflect 100% of incoming damage back to the attacker.]

[Constraint: Damage exceeding a certain limit cannot be reflected.]

Sunny chuckled. This was the perfect trash-clearing ability. He could stand in the center of a swarm of ten thousand Demon Gods and let them exhaust themselves by hitting their own shadows.

However, he knew its limits.

"To reflect a Demon Lord’s strike, I would need a Divine Rebound," Sunny noted. "And that only happens if I use my Skill-Resonance on this talent... And hope that it evolves into divine."

He moved to the next entry, a talent that reflected his recent shift from a conqueror to a protector.

[Talent: The Savior]

[Grade: SS-Grade]

[Description: A wide-scale purification and restoration talent. Allows for the removal of demonic corruption, the application of massive divine buffs, and the ability to hear the prayers of desperate lifeforms.]

After saving world after world, his clones had forced the Divine Growth to manifest this Talent.

In Sunny’s hands, wide-scale didn’t mean a city or a planet, it meant the entire breadth of a multiverse.

He could now purge the Demonic Miasma from trillions of souls in a single heartbeat.

"Now for the heavy hitters," Sunny whispered, his eyes widening as he reached the SSS-Grade section. These were the talents born from his Cosmic Bloodline reaching over 70% assimilation.

[Talent: Nihilium Omniscience]

[Grade: SSS-Grade]

[Description: The ’Eyes of the Creator.’ Grants the user absolute awareness of every atom, law, and soul within their internal world. Nothing can be hidden from the one who is the space itself.]

Sunny grinned. This was the ultimate management tool. He could now see the intent of every God living in the City of Gods within his hand.

But the next talent was the one that truly changed the game.

[Talent: Bubble Manipulation]

[Grade: SSS-Grade]

[Description: An innate authority of the Nihilium Royals. Allows the user to manipulate the spatial dimensions of their private bubble. The user can expand the internal space infinitely.]

This was the answer to his greatest fear. He had worried that his cosmic body would eventually reach a capacity and stop accepting new multiverses.

But with Bubble Manipulation, his internal space was no longer a container; it was a living, growing entity.

He could increase the size of his internal space infinitely.

"Hah," Sunny laughed, the sound causing the void to ripple. "One day, I won’t just be capturing multiverses. I’ll capture the entire Demonic Bubble and fold it into my palm."