Chapter 350: Ch 350 : An Emperor’s Mercy

With over half of the Nihilium bloodline assimilated into his being, Sunny had transcended the limitations of the bubble in a way that defied traditional power rankings.

He was no longer just a God-Emperor sitting at the peak of a hierarchy; he had become something fundamental, a nascent architect of reality.

The Nihilium Clan were the progenitors of order and chaos within the Real Void, the first creations of King Zero.

Their birthright was not merely the strength to destroy, but the authority to define.

Even with his transformation incomplete… stretching from his chest down to his knees in a shimmering tapestry of Cosmos, Sunny had gained the Vision.

He could see the Law Threads.

To any other being in the multiverse, a Law was an invisible, immutable force of nature.

To Sunny, they were physical filaments, glowing, vibrating strings that connected concepts to the source of their power. And where others saw a brick wall, Sunny saw a loom.

Belial, the Lord of Lies, was currently weaving a tapestry of deception so thick it should have suffocated the multiverse.

But Sunny’s sixteen clones, sharing his divine sight, were no longer fighting the Lie. They were reaching for the strings.

“It is time to move the target,” Sunny whispered, his voice vibrating with the collective resonance of the multiverse he had harvested.

As Belial roared his commands, “You are alive! You are strong!”, the clones moved in a synchronized, metaphysical dance.

They didn’t try to block the conceptual wave. Instead, one of the clones tore a microscopic rift in the dimensions, and together, they grabbed the Law Threads of Belial’s own power.

With an elegant tug, they diverted the “Lie.”

The conceptual energy didn’t hit Sunny or Adam. Instead, it was funneled through the rift and dumped directly into the Demonic Realm.

Suddenly, the very laws that sustained the demon cities began to warp.

Because the Law of Lies originated from Belial, and because the fundamental rules of the bubble forbade a God from harming the innocent without cause, a massive Backlash was triggered.

The reality recognized Belial’s power as an attack on his own people. The threads began to vibrate with a discordant, screeching frequency, siphoning the Lord’s own power to compensate for the sin he was unknowingly committing against the demon populace.

Belial felt the anomaly immediately. He felt a sudden, hollow coldness in his chest. “What… what is this?” he gasped, his handsome face contorting as he felt his power level begin to dip, draining away like water through a sieve.

“You are alive!” Belial screamed again, trying to force his will upon the clones.

But the clones didn’t just divert the thread this time; they Enhanced it.

They poured their own Faith into Belial’s Law, supercharging the Lie with the law threads of the law of growth and reflecting it back at the source.

To the Lord of Lies, the void suddenly became a hall of mirrors where every reflection was a blade.

He felt the weight of “Death” rushing toward his throat…. a death he had intended for Sunny, now amplified by the Emperor’s own power.

Belial’s instincts, honed over billions of years of battle, saved him. Without a conscious thought, his body performed a flicker, tearing open a rift to the Demon Capital and stepping through it to escape his own reflected strike.

He stood on the threshold of the rift, panting, his aura flickering like a dying candle. He looked at Adam, who stood silent and amazed, and then at Sunny.

“What is happening?” Belial demanded, his voice cracking with a panic he hadn’t felt since a long time. “What are you doing to my power?”

Sunny stood tall, his cosmic body radiating a violet-gold pressure that made the vacuum tremble.

He didn’t answer directly. He knew that if he told Belial the truth, that a Nihilium Royal was simply editing the code of his law, the Lord might go into a suicidal frenzy.

“I am giving you a choice, Belial,” Sunny said, his voice absolute. “Return to your realm now, and I will allow you to keep your life. If you stay, I will unravel the thread of your existence until there is nothing left for the Abyss to reclaim.”

Sunny stepped forward, the stars within his chest glowing brighter. “In my Empire, people do not lie. And my Empire is expanding. Soon, every multiverse in this bubble will be under my Law. When that happens, there will be no ’Lies’ left for you to harvest. You will become a relic. A ghost. And since your power relies on the concept you embody, once the concept is gone, you will never return from the grave. This… could be your last death.”

Adam looked at Sunny, a thousand questions burning in his mind. Why let him go? We have him cornered!

But Adam saw the subtle tension in Sunny’s cosmic hands. He realized the truth: Sunny was bluffing again, but on a much higher scale.

Sunny could manipulate the threads, but he couldn’t hold them for long. If Belial realized the strain Sunny was under, the Lord could still win through sheer attrition.

Sunny needed more universes to act as anchors for his Law-manipulation.

Belial stared at the Emperor. He looked at the sixteen clones, each one a perfect, silent sentinel.

He felt the pressure of the souls Sunny carried… the 6 billion Gods and he realized he was no longer fighting a peer.

“So,” Belial hissed, his pride wounded but his survival instinct winning out. “What do you want in return for this? Nothing is free, especially not the life of a Lord.”

“Nothing much,” Sunny said, a sharp, predatory grin forming behind his mask. “I want you to perform a cleansing. I want you to kill a Demon God for me.”

Belial’s eyes narrowed. “A Demon God? You would let me go for the head of a subordinate?”

“He is not your subordinate,” Sunny corrected. “I want the head of Lom. He is the rat in your walls, Belial. He is plotting against the all seven of you. He just raided my prison and stole my assets. I want him dead, and I want my property returned.”

Belial’s handsome face smoothed out into a mask of calculation. He wasn’t surprised by the mention of treachery; among demons, betrayal was the primary language. But betrayal against a lord? That was something unheard.

“If he is a traitor, he will find no sanctuary in the shadows,” Belial promised, his voice returning to its melodic, deceptive silk.

“I will interrogate him myself. And I assure you… no lie can survive my presence when I am the one looking for the truth.”

Belial stepped backward into the rift. “We have a deal. But do not think this makes us allies. The next time we meet, I will have found a way to counter you.”

“I look forward to it,” Sunny replied.

The rift snapped shut, and the demonic pressure vanished from his multiverse.

The silence that followed was heavy. Adam let out a long, ragged breath, his body slumping slightly as the Resilience talent deactivated.

“You let a Lord walk away,” Adam whispered, looking at Sunny. “Was it worth it?”

Sunny looked at his cosmic hands, the strain of the Great Harvest finally taking its toll.

“I need time, Adam,” Sunny admitted, his voice weary but resolved. “I need to incorporate at least a hundred more multiverses before I can truly defeat a lord. And besides… why should I waste my strength killing Lom when I can make his own masters do it for me?”

Sunny looked toward the distant, glowing core of the multiverse.

“The 11th Day isn’t over yet. We have a traitor to hunt and an Empire to expand. And something tells me… Lom won’t go down without a fight.”

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