Chapter 253: Time... Ticks (6)
Power, as mentioned before, was the second "unknown" catalyst to incursions.
Unbeknownst to any inhabitant of any minor existence, some of the most powerful rankings had shifted less than an hour ago.
The Divine Cosmic Ranking of Physiques was the direct cause of this incursion, but it wasn’t just that...
While the emergence of Physiques wasn’t exactly rare, it was nearly a once-in-a-lifetime event for the number one Physique in all of existence to be born within a Minor Existence.
Usually, if one wasn’t born with their Physique, they would connect to it once the Physique itself reached out.
In this case, however, the Physique tore through not only space but also time to reach... Sunya.
But again, it wasn’t just the birth of the Physique or the location of its bearer.
It was also Sunya herself.
For over a decade, she had been experiencing dreams that all began the moment Akasha brought her into a Dream.
Little did they know that Dream not only directly gave birth to this Physique but also forced it to reach completion.
This meant Sunya wouldn’t merely be receiving the Physique with the greatest potential in existence—she would have the most powerful Physique outright.
And yet, even then, incursions were never that simple.
The Physique hadn’t simply skipped its steps to instantly reach completion; rather, the incursion would lead Sunya to the moment when the Physique truly became complete.
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Sunya staggered in the center of the market, her vision swimming with fractal light.
Her long blonde braid over her shoulder trembled as every muscle in her body seized, knuckles white where she clutched her head.
Around her, reality fractured—colors bled into one another, sounds warped into chimes and thunder, the cobblestones beneath her boots split with cracks that glowed an impossible green.
People ran, shrieking, their faces twisted in awe and terror.
Some stumbled, desperate to put distance between themselves and the young woman whose presence warped the decrees of the world.
"Why? What’s happening to me?" Sunya screamed, the sound raw, echoing through the ruined square.
Her green eyes burned, tears mingling with light as her thoughts spiraled.
"Why does it feel so close—like I’m almost home? I don’t understand!"
In this moment, a cascade of visions ran through Sunya’s mind—fragmented scenes flickering in and out like shards of a broken mirror.
She saw flashes of verdant canopies, sunlight dappled across endless plains, and the titanic silhouette of a tree older than memory.
Yet the images came disjointed... as she saw things like roots tangled with stars, the great tree’s branches twisting through worlds she did not know, faces she could not name peering from behind veils of green.
Above the chaos, figures gathered—humans standing in the open air, suspended high in the heavens by their own impossible power.
"How... are we supposed to stop such a surge of power?" one of them muttered, having arrived just as the incursion began.
It was the exact moment the circle monitoring Sunya had flared to life.
But to the man’s words, no one responded—they themselves had no idea what to do.
Their silhouettes gleamed under the dim light, clad in metallic armor and carrying weapons that shimmered with various essences of affinity, runes glowing and burning faintly along the barrels and blades.
Rows of them hovered in formation, eyes grim with duty, the air around them vibrating with the hum of barely-contained force.
They watched Sunya, braced for war or judgment, unaware that what lay ahead was even further beyond their control than they imagined.
In time, the chaos slowly began to settle.
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Within Sunya’s mind, the fragmented visions fused into one memory: the paradise in full bloom, the massive tree at its heart, every leaf and blade of grass shining with life.
As the vision settled—the descending green light from the cosmos met her, and she understood, if only for a heartbeat, what was truly going on.
"5,000 Years?" She muttered to herself.
HUMMMMMMM!!!!!
In that moment, the green light from the Divine Cosmic Physique completely assimilated into her very existence.
It struck like a river of emerald fire pouring into her chest, flooding every corner of her body, every memory, every dream she’d ever had.
Sunya arched, suspended in the light, her words lost in the roar of power.
The surge of power lifted Sunya from the shattered ground, carrying her upward until she hovered with a portal looming behind her.
Unbeknownst to anyone there, this was no ordinary portal—it was a rift between realities, and the unfolding incursion was on full display before gods, devils, and armies alike, suspended between worlds.
Her braid unfurled slowly behind her as her body began... breaking.
Fissures traced glowing lines across her skin—first along her arms, then spreading to her face, chest, and even her very soul.
Green light poured from every crack, too intense and untamed to be contained.
In that instant, tears traced down her radiant cheeks, her expression suspended between pain and wonder.
For the first time, she appeared both like the most divine of goddesses and achingly, vulnerably human.
HUMMMMM!!!!!
Her body slowly dissolved into nothing but a green glow, the radiance bursting outward and consuming everything—the skies, the worlds, even the void itself.
In a single, blinding pulse, the Myriad Star System was gone—cities erased, worlds gone, every soul scattered like dew under the morning sun.
For one impossible moment, there was nothing but the silence after the end of creation, a hush so deep it seemed to echo through the very bones of the universe.
When the light completely faded, there was no sign of Sunya, no trace of the civilizations that had once filled the void—only emptiness, and the faint, trembling memory of annihilation.
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Back in the chambers of the Supreme God of One Book, silence reigned, thick and profound.
Where moments before there had been a gaping rift in the fabric of reality, swirling with otherworldly light, now the room was shrouded in dim afterglow.
HUMMMM!!!!
Slowly, fragments of divine essence drifted inward, pulled by a force more profound than gravity itself.
Glimmering shards of radiant flesh, specks of light, and the lingering echo of a soul not yet extinguished gathered together, until the Supreme God’s form began to take shape once more.
In the next moment, the Supreme God’s form reassembled, the white of his short hair and its black-tipped ends reasserting themselves as if painted by unseen hands.
As the last threads of his being wove together, the portal that had ruptured reality began to shrink.
Its edges curled inward, the black and green light spiraling and folding in on itself, until nothing remained but the void.
Breathless, the Supreme God stared at his hands—flexing his fingers, feeling the pulse of life and power going through his existence.
His black eyes widened, scanning his restored form as if doubting he was truly whole.
He took a shaky breath, mouth falling open in disbelief, and murmured in a hoarse, uncertain voice, "The... incursion is... over?"