Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened - Chapter 176

Chapter 176: Ch 176 : The Trial
As Sunny finalized the new talents for his realm-keeper of the realm of advancement, Nexus, his attention was drawn back to the grand spectacle unfolding in the arena below.

His gaze settled on a figure of a dragon born, standing in an upright and magestical pose, he was Thalorax, the leader of the Dragonborn, standing before the gray Pillar of Might.

There was no grand display, no roar to the heavens. Thalorax simply stepped forward and threw a single, casual punch.

The sound was not as sharp as others, but a deep, resonant BOOM, like the arena itself had just been struck by a giant hammer.

A visible shockwave of darconic force erupted from the point of impact, washing over the audience and causing the very air to tremble.

The pillar, a monolith of cosmic stone designed to withstand immense force, didn’t just shake; it groaned, a deep, pained sound from its very core.

And where his fist had connected, a perfect, deep impression was left, a crater in the reinforced stone that pulsed with a brilliant, emerald green light, signifying a resounding success.

“Truly a talented fellow,” Adam murmured from his position in the air, his ancient eyes alight with appreciation. “He just needs to comprehend a Law to become a demigod.”

The crowd, which had cheered boisterously for the previous champions, was now utterly silent, their minds struggling to process the sheer, casual power they had just witnessed.

As the pillar slowly healed itself, Thalorax teleported back to his stand, where Nova gave him a single, satisfied nod. “Good work, my child,” she rumbled, her voice a low hum, but filled with pure pride of a mother.

But the spectacle was not over. The next to step forward was Atlas, the leader of the Titans.

His every step was a minor earthquake, his presence a living mountain of muscle and primordial strength.

He stood before the newly repaired pillar, let out a roar that shook the heavens, and punched.

There was no boom this time. Only a sharp, sickening CRUNCH. The pillar, reinforced to withstand the force of a small moon, did not crack. It did not shake. It simply… disintegrated.

The front half of the pillar exploded into a cloud of fine, grey dust, leaving behind a gaping, hollowed-out ruin.

The silence that followed was even more profound than before. If Thalorax was a master of focused, overwhelming power, Atlas was a natural disaster given form.

Then came Vel. The elven leader, his every movement a display of serene grace, he teleported not to the Pillar of Might, but to the Pillar of Mana.

He placed a single, elegant hand upon its crystalline surface. The pillar didn’t just light up a single or two spheres like it did for others instead it erupted.

A blinding flash of rainbow-colored light shot into the sky, and from it, hundreds of shimmering spheres of elemental energy bloomed.

But they were not just spheres. They took on forms. Tiny dragons of pure fire danced in the air, miniature earth golems beat their chests, sprites of wind chased each other in playful spirals, and mournful spirits of water wept tears of pure mana.

They were the elemental spirits he had contracted with, each giving him a great boost of mana and elemental affinity.

As the champions of Veridia concluded their awe-inspiring display, Adam’s voice boomed once more. “What an entertaining test it was! I hope your champions have passed. Now, it is the turn of the demigods.”

He waved a hand, and the colossal stone and mana pillars, already scarred and tested by trillions of mortals, began to glow.

A new layer of shimmering, cosmic energy wrapped around them.

Adam then glanced at Nova and Mammon, and shook his head with a knowing smile, adding a second, then a third layer of protection.

Finally, his gaze fell upon a small, unassuming black slime, Nexus, who was jumping up and down in excitement.

Adam just smiled. ‘No amount of layers could protect these pillars from that one,’ he thought, sensing a power within the slime that was absolute like a emperor’s order in his territory.

The trial for the demigods began, and the arena was treated to a parade of divine and monstrous forms from across the multiverse.

The first to step forward was a demigod from a God named Storms. He was a being of living lightning, his humanoid form a crackling, semi-transparent silhouette with eyes of pure, white energy.

He didn’t punch the Pillar of Might; he simply touched it. A billion volts of raw power discharged into the stone, and the entire pillar lit up from within, glowing a brilliant white before a web of superheated cracks spread across its surface.

The pillar cracked and red, began to glow green, as if to show the passing of this demigod.

He was followed by a demigod from a Goddess named Oceana.

It was a horrifying and beautiful creature, a graceful mermaid from the waist up, but from the waist down, her form dissolved into a mass of writhing, shadowy tentacles.

She approached the Pillar of Mana, and as she touched it, it did not light up. Instead, a sphere of absolute, crushing darkness appeared around it, the water vapor in the air freezing into black ice on its surface as a pressure equivalent to the deepest ocean trench tried to implode it.

The size of the sphere of darkness and ice combined so big, that it looked like a planet in itself.

Then came a warrior demigod from a God named War, a lithe, four-armed woman with skin the color of twilight, who wielded four shimmering, curved blades.

She moved in a blur, a whirlwind of motion, and in a single, breathtaking second, she left a thousand deep, precise cuts on the pillar’s surface, a display of martial skill so profound it was its own form of magic.

One by one, they came, a parade of divine might. A hulking, four-armed demigod with skin of granite. A golem whose body was forged from a single, flawless, house-sized diamond.

A beautiful, winged woman wreathed in moonlight. A creature of living shadow whose touch seemed to drain the very life from the stone.

The sheer diversity of power was a spectacle that left the trillions of mortal lifeforms breathless with awe and a sense of their own, humbling insignificance.

The Tournament of Gods was no longer just a competition. It was a revelation, a grand unveiling of the true, terrifying, and beautiful powers that the lifeforms were yet to touch.

This was the primary goal of this, as Sunny wanted more and more lifeforms to reach DemiGod realm, who will in future become the very pillar of cosmic empire.