Chapter 126: Ch 126 : A 1.2 million years old Movie
A rare and precious quietness had settled over Sunny’s God space. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there were no urgent crises, no impending demonic invasions, and no clamoring requests from his billions of subordinates.
His clones were diligently working, his demigods were handling their duties, and his faith reserves were climbing steadily. He leaned back on his throne, a sigh of relief escaping him. This, he thought, was the life he had envisioned—a peaceful, carefree life.
But just as the comfortable blanket of idleness began to settle over him, a nagging thought, a memory from his recent whirlwind of activity, pricked at his consciousness. The war. The ancient, cataclysmic war between the old Gods and the Demon Lords that Adam had described.
The thought of it wasn’t painful or draining; instead, it felt like an unopened history book, a story of epic proportions just waiting to be read.
’Should I watch a movie that’s 1.2 million years old?’ he mused, a flicker of his old human self, the shut-in novel reader, sparking to life. The idea was too tempting to resist.
With a focused will, Sunny called upon his Time Affinity, and the very fabric of his God space seemed to shimmer and dissolve. His soul was gently but irresistibly pulled from his physical form, plunging into a liquid cosmos, the River of Time.
This time, there was no disorientation. He moved through the silent torrent of moments with a newfound confidence, the chaotic stream of past, present, and future now feeling like a familiar current.
He navigated with purpose, his soul swimming against the flow, seeking a single, specific point in the endless river: the moment 1.2 million years ago when the first seeds of the great war were sown.
Once he found this specific point in the river of time, he activated his God’s Eye. The fragmented, chaotic images of the past, shards of shattered timelines and half-formed memories, instantly combined. The river transformed into a coherent, flowing narrative, a movie projected in front of his eyes.
He released his direct control, allowing the river to move at its natural pace, but what he saw was only darkness, because a million years ago, there was no Veridia in existence. Thus, he began his journey toward the heart of the old multiverse, to the world that had served as the throne of the God of Growth, Adam.
As he drifted through the ancient past, the sights that unfolded before him were beyond anything he could have imagined. He witnessed civilizations that had risen and fallen a million years before his own birth. He saw technologies that were many times more advanced then the most advanced blueprints in his Divine Library.
Entire solar systems encased in shimmering Dyson spheres, harnessing the total energy of their stars; fleets of warships that could manipulate the gravity of entire galaxies; and other marvels that made the technological tiers of Endor seem like a child’s scribbles. He saw worlds teeming with races he had never encountered, and magic so ancient and powerful it felt like the raw, untamed will of the universe itself.
His journey was a silent, solitary one, a ghost drifting through a frozen history. Then, one sight made him stop. It was an aircraft, paused in mid-flight, hanging in the silent void between universes.
Its design was breathtaking, a sleek shape that seemed to be carved from the most advanced metal, its wings flowing like the wings of a dragon.
For a moment, it was a dream come true, the ultimate sci-fi fantasy made real before his eyes. He drew closer, his spiritual form phasing through the hull to examine every detail. His gaze fell upon a digital screen in the cockpit, and the numbers displayed there sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through his soul, a feeling so intense it was almost physical.
[Speed: 265 Light Years / Second]
Two hundred and sixty-five light years. Per second. The number was so absurd, so far beyond his own world’s capabilities, that it made his own creations feel like primitive toys.
A sudden, powerful urge washed over him, to un-pause time for just a moment, to feel the raw, exhilarating rush of such impossible speed. But his curiosity to witness the war, to see the old Gods in their prime, was stronger. He would see these marvels in action soon enough.
He pushed the thought aside and, drawing on the ambient mana of the past, boosted his own speed, continuing his journey to the center of the multiverse.
Days passed in the River of Time. The solitude was immense, a profound emptiness that made him feel like the sole observer in a dead cosmos.
He even tried to contact Thea, but there was no reply. As he had discovered before, time outside this river was completely frozen for him; when he returned, not a single second would have passed in his own God space.
"What a magical feeling," he murmured, the concept of time still a beautiful, terrifying mystery.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wandering through the darkness, he saw it. A world. But it was a world on a scale that shattered his understanding. It was so massive that the stars he passed seemed like tiny specks of dust in comparison, like ants crawling before a mountain.
He entered its atmosphere and was immediately met with a low, constant hum of power—the collective aura of hundreds of thousands of Gods. Their power was still weaker than his own or Adam’s, a clear sign they were not born of the Void, but had achieved godhood through mastering a Law under Adam’s reign.
He flew towards the grandest structure on the planet, a palace so vast that the whole Endor could fit within its walls. He looked at its magnificent architecture and then thought of his own God space, with its single, throne and some walking soace.
"And here I am, only having a God space... Should I create a world specially for Gods?" he mused. The thought brought a fresh wave of complications. The Gods in his pantheon were now his lifeforms; they provided him faith, which meant interacting with them would be costly. His head began to ache. This journey into the past was proving to be far more mentally taxing than he had anticipated. The constant travel, the labor of it all, was very taxing to his very nature as the God of Sloth.
After searching for a full minute, he finally found him. In the heart of the palace, lounging on a throne of pure light, was Adam. He was surrounded by beautiful heavenly maids who fed him grapes and massaged his feet.
Sunny watched, a flicker of envy in his soul. This, he thought, this is the life I envisioned. A life where all the work was handled by the powerful beings under his command.
Suddenly, a large, ornate mirror on a nearby wall began to vibrate. One of the maids gracefully picked it up and presented it to Adam.
"Who is disturbing my peace?" Adam’s voice was a majestic blend of divinity and pure arrogance, a sound that spoke of his absolute power. But as he gazed into the mirror, his expression melted. The arrogance vanished, replaced by a warm, genuine smile.
He hurriedly dismissed the maids, then drew a complex magical circle on the mirror’s surface. The glass shimmered, and the image of a young and breathtakingly beautiful female elf appeared.
Sunny’s eyes widened. He had seen beauty of heroines, the beauty from the lifeforms on his planet. He had seen Thea, a being crafted to his own perfect specifications. But this elf... she was on another level entirely, a living embodiment of celestial grace.