Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Ch 253 : The Initiator And The CopyCat
Sunny stood before the swirling soil and water. He had already stripped it of its rank, making it the lowest being in the cosmos.

Now, it was time to give it the ability to take everything.

He etched the next talent into this being.

[Talent Name: Initiator]

[Grade: SS]

[Description: Hierarchy is a wall; you are the door. This talent allows the user to initiate a blessing ceremony with any entity, regardless of their status.

You can request them to bless you with their talents. This transaction requires Merits to execute.]

Sunny paused, considering the cost. He had tried, in his experiments, to alter the fundamental laws of the universe to allow blessings to be fueled by Mana alone. It would have been cheaper. But the cosmos resisted.

‘maybe, Blessings are tied to Godhood,’ Sunny realized, a understanding settling in his mind. ‘They are blessings from the Gods, that’s why they require Faith.’

Even his own demigods, when they chose Apostles or bestowed gifts, were drawing from his vast reserves of Faith, converting it into “Merits” to pay the toll.

Without Faith, the divine economy would collapse. But for Sunny, who was currently generating quadrillions, handing a few trillion Merits to a demigod was like giving a penny to a beggar.

He turned his gaze to the white tree.

To the tree, he gave a simpler, yet more authoritative power: the standard Blessing talent, fueled by Merits.

The grand design was now clear in his mind. It was a perfect, closed loop of power.

The soil was the collector. Because it was the “Lowest Being,” it could approach anyone; a peasant with a unique farming skill, a beast with a rare mutation, or a demigod with a devastating attack.

It would use Initiator to “request” their talent, copying it into its own reservoir.

Then, the loop would close. It would break those talents down, fuse them using Talent Fusion into something new and powerful, and then pass them on.

But how to pass them? This DemiGod was the lowest. It couldn’t bless a God.

That was where white tree came in. The “Chosen One of the Cosmos.” The highest authority.

“Now, for the final link,” Sunny whispered, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of creation. He looked at the white tree.

He etched the final, crucial talent.

[Talent Name: Copycat]

[Grade: SS]

[Description: You are a mirror of those you touch. This talent allows the user to instantly access and utilize the talents of any being currently in physical contact with them. As long as the connection remains, their power is your power.]

The synergy was complete. The soil, would be in constant contact with the tree rooted within it.

The soil would collect and fuse the talents. And the tree would use Copycat to access those fused talents from it.

Then, using its Talent Upgrader and high status, the tree would elevate those skills to SS-Grade and Bless them onto the Gods, the Void-Born, or anyone else in the hierarchy.

One collected. One refined. Together, they were a factory of godhood.

“You,” Sunny commanded, his voice resonating with the power of a creator, “shall be Mire, the Demigod of Fusion.”

“And you,” he said to the white tree, “shall be Yggdrasil, the Demigod of Ascension.”

With a surge of his will, the Divine Embryos ignited.

The white tree shuddered. Its silver leaves rustled with a sound like chiming bells, and its heavy branches lowered until they touched the ground of his throne room, a graceful bow to its master.

The soil began to hardened, rising up to form a featureless, shifting golem of earth and water.

It knelt, its form fluid yet solid, radiating a strange power.

Sunny nodded to his newest children, a satisfied chuckle escaping his lips. They were perfect.

“Thea,” he commanded, his voice shifting from creator to Emperor. “Call them. Call everyone.”

[Everyone, Master?]

“Every God in the city. Every demigod in the universe. Even the demigods created by my subordinates. Summon them to the Garden.”

[Yes, Master.]

The message went out like a shockwave.

In the City of Gods, six billion deities stopped in their tracks.

They were in the middle of decorating their new mansions, haggling in the Western Bazaar, or testing the rides in the Eastern District. But when the Emperor called, the world stopped.

Across the 6 billion subordinate planets, Billiond of demigods; some ruling empires, others hunting beasts, some still recovering from the tournament, received the notification.

The Emperor summons you.

The City of Gods descended into chaos.

Rivers of light streamed through the sky as Gods abandoned their tasks and flew toward the Central Palace.

The massive portals in the Northern District flared to life, and a tide of demigods poured through.

For the demigods of the subordinate worlds, this was a moment of shock. They stepped out of the portals and froze.

They stared up at the floating continent-sized districts, the rivers of liquid light, the impossible architecture that shamed the greatest cities of their home worlds.

“Move along! Don’t block the gate!” a dazzling, six-winged angel; one of Uranus’s lieutenants, ushered them forward.

They marched in lines, disciplined but wide-eyed, their hearts pounding. They were entering the court of the King of Kings.

Within minutes, the Grand Garden, a space large enough to hold a galaxy of souls, was filled.

The demigods stood in orderly manner, while the Gods took their places in the floating tiers of seating that ringed the garden, their expressions a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Many of the Gods looked different. Their auras were denser, their eyes sharper. They moved with the grace of warriors who had practiced a single strike for a hundred years.

The God-Maker realm had been open for only a short while in real time, but for them, decades of training had already passed. They were finally walking the path of true power.

“Why has the Emperor called us this time?” a God whispered to his neighbor, his voice low.

The neighbor glared at him. “Who are you to question His Majesty? If he calls, we answer.”

“I was just curious…” the first God muttered defensively. “You know how he loves to drop bombshells. I’m just wondering how big the explosion will be this time.”

Nearby Gods nodded in silent agreement.

With Cosmos, it was never a simple meeting. It was always a revolution.

A hush fell over the garden. The air grew heavy, charged with an electricity that raised the hair on their arms.

Sunny arrived.

He did not teleport. He simply was. One moment the throne was empty, and the next, he was seated upon it, his cosmic robe swirling around him like a nebula of living night.

A collective gasp went through the assembly. The Gods, especially those with high perception, recoiled slightly.

“His aura…” a God whispered, his eyes widening. “It’s… heavier.”

Five hours ago, Sunny had been a terrifying force. But now? Now he felt like a black hole.

The air around him seemed to distort, unable to bear the sheer density of his existence.

The memory of his last breakthrough; the mana drain that had nearly collapsed the ecosystem, was fresh in their minds.

“Did he… did he make another breakthrough?”

“Impossible. It’s hasn’t been long since he became S-Grade!”

“Why was it so quiet this time? Last time the universe shook!”

They stared at their Emperor, fear and awe warring in their hearts. He was growing at a speed that defied logic. He was leaving them behind, soaring into a realm of power where they could not even see his shadow.

Sunny looked out at the sea of faces, billions of Gods and demigods and smiled behind his mask.

“Welcome,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in every chest.