Chapter 301: Ch 301 : Revealing A Truth

“Before anything else,” Sunny said, his voice echoing softly in the vastness of the Throne Room, “let me solve the most pressing problem.”

He raised his gloved hand, palm facing the withered, dying form of Cai Zhen.

The air in the Throne Room grew heavy. As suddenly a new energy made it way into the throne room.

Sunny wasn’t just manifesting Qi into the old Cultivator. He was reaching into his memories of the Great War, pulling out the specific energy signature he had witnessed a million years ago.

He wove his mana into a golden mist.

Ancient Qi.

It was the breath of the multiverse before it had been diluted by eons of consumption. It was pure, potent, and overwhelmingly dense.

The moment the golden mist touched Cai Zhen’s gray skin, a violent shudder ran through the old man’s body.

Crackle. Pop.

The sound of bones realigning echoed in the silence.

Thera gasped, covering her mouth. She watched in disbelief as the wrinkles on Cai Zhen’s face smoothed out like ripples in a pond calming down.

His hair, brittle and white like dead grass, darkened into a lustrous, raven black.

His sunken chest expanded, drawing in a breath that sounded like a dragon waking from slumber.

“How…” Cai Zhen whispered, his voice now as deep as ocean.

He clenched his fists. The energy coursing through his meridians wasn’t just restoring him; it was evolving him.

The Qi of the current multiverse was like water; essential but thin. The Qi Sunny was feeding him was like liquid mercury; heavy, powerful, and indestructible.

He felt his Dantian, the spiritual core of his cultivation repair itself instantly. It expanded, greedy for the golden energy, roaring with a vitality he hadn’t felt even in his prime.

“This is not the Qi that you are familiar with” Cai Zhen realized, tears of relief pricking his eyes. “This is the Origin Qi. The Qi from the first Cultivator to ever exsist.”

Thera fell to her knees, weeping openly. She didn’t care about the mechanics. She only cared that the man she loved, the partner she had carried through the entire journey, was back.

“Thank you…” Thera sobbed, bowing so low her forehead touched the floor. “Thank you, Emperor Cosmos.”

Cai Zhen stood up. He moved with the fluid grace of a cultivator. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, a gesture of absolute submission and gratitude.

“You have given me a second life,” Cai Zhen said, his voice steady. “To deny your grace would be to deny the heavens. My life is yours.”

Sunny smiled beneath his mask. “No need for such heavy words yet. You have traveled across the cosmic void. You are tired. You are starving.”

He waved his hand again.

“Let’s start with a meal. Diplomacy works best on a full stomach.”

Shimmer.

The round table of white marble transformed. The empty surface was instantly laden with a feast that defied imagination.

Sunny hadn’t just summoned random food. He had used Divine Intuition and Mind Reading talent of Adam to pluck the deepest cravings from their memories and manifest them into reality.

In front of Thera, the spread was elegant and comforting.

There were plates of Golden Nectar Cakes, dusted with sugar made from crystallized moonlight.

There were Beautifying Pastries that glowed with a soft pink light, promising to restore her youth and complexion.

There was a basket of Calming Buddha Fruits, which smelled like a rainy forest, designed to soothe her tensed nerves.

In front of Cai Zhen, the meal was medicinal and potent.

Bowls of steaming Spirit Rice, each grain shining like a pearl. A roasted Dragon-Blood Ginseng that radiated heat. A flagon of Thousand-Year Aged Spirit Wine.

Every item was chosen to stabilize his newly repaired foundation, expand his Dantian, and condense his Qi.

And in front of Beru…

The Prince of Insects stared at his plate. It wasn’t a plate, really. It was a slab of black stone.

And on it lay a feast of nightmares.

It was the severed head of a Demon God. Next to it was the arm of another demon.

To a human, it was vomit-inducing. To Beru, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Eat,” Sunny commanded gently.

As if a starting gun had fired, the three Gods lunged.

Thera ate with a hurried elegance. She was starving, but she maintained her manners.

She took a bite of the pastry, and a moan of pure bliss escaped her lips. The sweetness washed away the bitter taste of the void.

She ate to forget the fear. She ate to reassure herself that she was safe, that she could finally be the beautiful, calm partner Cai Zhen deserved.

Cai Zhen ate with precision. He processed. Every bite of the Spirit Rice was circulated through his body. He drank the Spirit Wine, feeling the heat settle in his stomach.

He wasn’t eating for pleasure; he was eating for power. He was fortifying himself so he would never be weak again.

And Beru?

Beru didn’t eat. He devoured.

CRUNCH.

The sound of the Demon God’s skull shattering between Beru’s mandibles was sickeningly loud.

He didn’t use utensils. He tore into the flesh with savage glee. He slurped the meat, his eyes glowing brighter with every bite.

This was what he needed. To evolve, he needed powerful Gods. And it was much better if it was a Demon God.

Sunny sat back, manifesting a simple cup of tea for himself. He watched them in silence.

Ten minutes passed. The sounds of chewing, crunching, and swallowing filled the hall.

Sunny refilled their plates instantly whenever they emptied, acting the part of the perfect host.

Finally, the three Gods leaned back, their bellies full, their energy restored.

Sunny took a final sip of his tea and placed the cup down with a soft clack.

The sound was quiet, but it signaled a shift in the atmosphere. The warmth in the room vanished. The air grew cold and sharp.

Sunny waved his hand. The plates, the bones, and the crumbs vanished into nothingness. The table was bare.

“So,” Sunny said, his tone dropping an octave, becoming the cold voice of the Emperor once more. “The fun time is over.”

The three Gods stiffened. Thera wiped a crumb from her lip, her eyes widening. Cai Zhen sat up straighter. Beru stopped licking his claws.

“Fun time?” Thera asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Emperor? What… what does that mean?”

Was he going to demand payment? Was he going to enslave them? The sudden shift from benefactor to monarch was jarring.

Sunny looked at each of them in turn. His gaze was heavy, carrying a burden of knowledge that he hesitated to share.

“You are refugees,” Sunny stated flatly. “You ran from the Demon Lords. But tell me… do you know the current condition of your home Multiverses?”

Silence stretched across the table.

“Our… Multiverse?” Thera asked, genuine confusion on her face. “Did something happen after we left?”

“Yes,” Sunny confirmed. “The homes you left behind.”

Beru let out a clicking sound, a mixture of scoff and sorrow. “What could happen to it anyway? My father… the God of the Zerg… he was killed. I listened to him die. Is that what you wanted to tell me? I already know.”

Beru’s voice was bitter. He already knew the fate of his multiverse, without a God to oversee everything, they would divide and fight among themselves, eat and evolve.

“It is not about a single person, Beru,” Sunny said softly. “It is not about a King or a God.”

He took a deep breath.

“It is about the existence of life itself.”

Sunny leaned forward, his mask reflecting their anxious faces.

“All the lifeforms in your home Multiverses… have been extinguished.”

The words hung in the air like a blade.

“Every planet. Every ecosystem. Every mortal.” Sunny continued relentlessly. “Perhaps a few million lucky survivors are hiding in deep caves or pocket dimensions. But apart from those few… everyone else is dead. Your worlds are graveyards.”

Thera’s face crumbled.

“Everyone?” she whispered.

She wasn’t a ruler like Beru. She wasn’t a warrior like Cai Zhen. She was just a lucky human who loved life. She thought of the villages she used to fly over. She thought of the children who waved at her. She thought of the vibrant cities of magic.

Dead? All of them?

Tears spilled from her eyes, hot and fast. It was a mental shock that eclipsed her own suffering.

Cai Zhen closed his eyes. He had been told by the Demon God who hunted him that his sect, his parents, and his friends were dead.

At the time, he had tried to deny it. He had told himself it was just a psychological warfare.

But hearing it from Cosmos, this being of absolute power shattered that denial.

“My sect…” Cai Zhen choked out. “My students…”

He felt a void open in his heart. The home he had fought to return to was gone. There was nothing to go back to.

Beru, however, did not cry.

The Prince of Evolution sat perfectly still. His aura, usually erratic and wild, turned dead calm.

He didn’t care about the individual insects. The worker insect were replaceable. But the Insult?

The Demons hadn’t just defeated his father. They had wiped out his species.

They had erased the legacy of the Zerg. They had pissed on his inheritance.

His carapace began to heat up, turning a dark, angry red.

“Who?” Thera screamed, her voice breaking. “Who did this? Our multiverse was peaceful! We had no quarrels! Who killed them all?”

“It is the Demons, of course,” Sunny replied calmly.

But beneath his calm exterior, Sunny felt his own rage simmering. He hated destruction without purpose. And the Demon Lords were nothing but a symbol of unnecessary destruction.

“They didn’t just conquer,” Sunny explained, his voice cold as ice. “They fed your people to their beasts. They corrupted your lands to spawn more monsters.”

“Your worlds are not just dead,” Sunny said, looking directly at Beru. “They are being used as breeding grounds for the army that will eventually be coming to kill me.”

He placed his hands on the table.

“And that,” Sunny declared, “is why you are here. Not just to survive. But to avenge.”

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