Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened - Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Ch 177 : The aura farming by DemiGods
The air grew thick, heavy with a power that made the quadrillions of mortal lifeforms in their home planet instinctively hold their breath.

From his high throne, Sunny watched with a quiet, fascination as the demigods of his new subordinates took their turns.

This was a living gallery of divine creativity, a testament to the ingenuity of the Gods he now ruled.

He saw a demigod forged from living starlight, its form a constantly shifting constellation, that struck the Pillar of Might and caused it to chime with the music of the spheres.

Another, a being of pure, solidified sound, simply vibrated at a specific frequency, and the Pillar of Mana shattered into a thousand harmonious shards of light.

He saw demigods that were living constructs of clockwork and magic, and others that were primal forces of nature given form.

“I was a novice,” Sunny thought with a flash of genuine humility.

His own early creations, copied from the novels and myths of his past, felt almost simplistic in comparison to the intricate, purposeful designs of these other Gods. “If they had possessed my faith reserves,” he mused, “they would have created abominations powerful enough to kill all the Demon demigods themselves.”

Just then, a name flashed on the roster, and a ripple of anticipation went through the crowd. It was Thea’s turn.

The countless motes of light that formed her omnipresent network began to converge in front of the Pillar of Might.

They swirled and condensed into the elegant, unassuming form of a human woman in a pristine white shirt and black skirt, a pair of square glasses perched on her nose.

She looked like a personal secretary. The sheer, unexpected beauty of her simple form sent a hush through the arena; the hearts of immortals and mortals alike skipped a beat.

She didn’t punch the pillar. She didn’t unleash a torrent of magic. She simply walked forward and placed her delicate hand on its surface.

And then, the world went white. A silent, blinding flash of light, followed by a deafening BOOM that shook the arena to its very foundations.

This was the doing of her self destruction talent, she blew her hand which was made up of her energy particles.

When the dust cleared, the reinforced pillar, a monolith that had withstood the force of mountains, was gone.

Not cracked, not shattered, but completely and utterly gone, leaving only a pile of fine, gray rubble that glowed with a soft, emerald light, signifying her pass.

Before the dust could even settle, Thea’s form had already reformed, her hand perfectly healed, not a single speck of dust on her immaculate uniform. She gave a polite, almost imperceptible nod to the stunned audience and vanished back into her network.

The tournament continued. Most of the demigods, beings of immense power, passed with ease.

A few, however, failed. Their talents were not designed for raw strength or magic.

Sunny watched as the demigod of the God Sheeren, a being that was a living paintbrush and canvas, was unable to even scratch the pillar. It was a sad, inevitable outcome for a utility-focused creation.

Then, the name Mammon appeared. The air grew still. Like a ghost stepping out of a forgotten memory, he was simply… there, standing before the Pillar of Might.

The audience saw only a fleeting glimpse of his aristocratic, sinister form and the cold, predatory grin on his face before everything went black.

It was not a simple darkness. It was an absolute and total negation of existence. Light ceased to travel. Gravity ceased to exist. Sound died.

For a single, terrifying instant, the pillar, and a perfect sphere of reality around it, had been unmade, returned to the primordial void from which it came.

Before anyone could truly comprehend the horror of what they had just witnessed, Mammon waved a hand, and reality snapped back into place.

Where the stone pillar once stood, there was now nothing. Not even a single speck of ash.

“Should I disqualify you for not getting a green light from the pillar?” Adam asked from above, his joking tone breaking the terrified silence that had fallen over the arena. The audience erupted in a wave of nervous laughter.

The tournament continued, and soon, only two of Sunny’s champions remained to be tested.

The first was Veylara, the World Tree. The colossal tree, whose roots now spread through the entirety of Veridia, could not move.

Instead, a section of her trunk shimmered, and from the wood, a new form emerged—a beautiful dryad, her skin like polished bark, her hair a cascade of green leaves.

She looked out at the silent, watching cosmos, her gaze seeming to focus on a single, insignificant point in Veridia where a small, a demon girl sat.

Her voice was a soft whisper of rustling leaves that was nonetheless heard by all. “Laira, this one is for you.”

She raised a hand. From her fingers, branches grew, then a trunk, then a colossal arm of living wood that grew and grew until it was larger than the highest of the mountains.

With the force of a falling asteroid, the colossal limb swung down and crushed the Pillar of Might into nothing but splinters and dust.

Veylara smiled at the camera projection, a gesture of pure, triumphant satisfaction, before her dryad form melted back into the unseen, omnipresent trunk of the World Tree.

“Laira…” Sunny murmured, the name triggering a memory from his clones. He saw a small, insignificant moment from years ago, a moment of profound importance.

He saw Veridia, suffocating under the mana drain of his own S-Grade breakthrough. He saw the tiny sapling that was Veylara, withering, though the absence of mana wouldn’t have killed her, but she still looked half dead, and then he saw her.

A small, demon girl, her eyes wide with a strange, fierce compassion. She had placed her small hands on the sapling’s trunk and poured her own life force, her own precious mana, into the not so dying demigod, a selfless act that for Veylara was the greatest kindness.

Sunny focused his God’s Eye on this Laira, and was shocked by what he saw.

[Name: Laira]

[Race: Unchained (Demon)]

[Profession: Herbalist (S-Grade)]

[Talents: Nature-Lover (S-Grade), Dark Affinity (A-Grade), Light Affinity (A-Grade)]

[Talent Name: Nature-Lover]

[Grade: S]

[Description: Grants the ability to communicate with all forms of life, from the smallest plant to the greatest beast. The more you connect with and help nature, the stronger you become. Any being you personally aid will grow stronger at an accelerated rate.]

“What a strange, powerful talent,” Sunny mused. He still had one use of his Skill-Resonance talent available, a century having just passed in Veridia’s accelerated time before the start of the tournament.

He could copy that talent right now. But he held back. He had been waiting, patiently, for this very tournament.

It wasn’t a guess; it was a certainty, a whisper from his Divine Intuition that had been growing stronger for days.

Someone here, in the crucible of this grand competition, in the heat of battle, was going to have an epiphany.

Someone was going to unlock a new, unexpected talent born from the chaos of combat. And he would be ready to claim it. The patient hunter waits for the perfect prey.