Chapter 169: Ch 169 : A Live Execution
"W-who are you?" one of the demon gods stammered, his arrogant sneer gone, replaced by a primal fear.
The aura rolling off the masked figure in the portal wasn’t just powerful; it was absolute, a fundamental law of the universe that instantly made him feel like an insect before a star.
"God Cosmos! Please, save me!" Sheeren, the God of Art, cried out.
His God space was in ruins, his beautiful sculptures of light corroded and shattered.
The demons had been toying with him, whispering his deepest failures into his mind while they slowly dismantled his world.
The arrival of God Cosmos was a single ray of light in an endless, dark jungle of despair.
’You ruined my dramatic entrance, you fool,’ Sunny thought with a flash of his old human annoyance.
He had been about to reply to the demon’s question with a single, chilling word: ’Death’.
He stepped through the portal, his cosmic robe swirling around him.
"Do not worry," his voice was a calm, resonant hum that instantly soothed Sheeren’s frayed nerves. "As the Emperor of all Gods, I will surely protect one of our own."
The statement was not a boast; it was a declaration of fact, broadcast to the billions of Gods, both Pantheon and independent, who were now watching this scene unfold.
Sheeren didn’t hesitate. He fell to his knees. "My Emperor, please help me!"
Sunny gave a slight nod in his mind and turned his full attention to the five demon gods. His gaze, two swirling galaxies of infinite depth, sent a shiver of pure terror down their spines.
"W-what do you want?" one of them managed to ask, his voice trembling. They wanted to run, to tear open a portal and flee back to the demonic realm, but the pressure emanating from Sunny was a physical weight, a cage of pure authority that held them pinned in place.
"You," Sunny said, a cold grin spreading behind his mask. "I am the boss here. That means when I ask a question, you will answer truthfully. Otherwise..." He left the threat hanging in the air.
"D-dream on!" one of the demons, his pride warring with his terror, spat back. "We are proud demon gods! Don’t you think that we will—"
He never finished the sentence.
Sunny didn’t even move. The defiant demon simply froze mid-word. His eyes bulged, a silent scream of pure, unadulterated terror forming on his lips as a blinding white light began to shine from within him, outlining every bone and organ.
There was no sound, no grand explosion. He simply... dissolved, turning into a shower of fine, crimson mist that gently settled on the floor of the God space.
What the four remaining demons saw was their comrade boasting one second, and the next, he was simply gone, leaving only a faint red stain on the ground.
This silent, instantaneous erasure was a thousand times more terrifying than any loud, flashy attack.
This was a palm technique Sunny had witnessed in the River of Time, a technique from an old God that he had analyzed and perfected with his God’s Eye.
It was a simple, brutal concept: fill a being with more energy than it can possibly contain, until it explodes from the inside out.
This with the use of time stop, and this palm technique the demon god was gone for good.
The color drained from the faces of the four remaining demons. Their very souls were screaming at them to run, to flee, to do anything but stand before this monster.
"Now," Sunny asked again, his voice laced with a sweet poison that worked all too well, "who among you is smart enough to tell me what I want?"
"W-we will not... we are the demon gods..." another one stammered, his loyalty battling his overwhelming fear.
BOOM.
Another silent flash of internal light. Another shower of crimson mist. Now there were three. Sheeren let out a small, terrified gasp, followed by a cheer of pure, vengeful joy.
"Anyone else need to go?" Sunny asked, his voice as calm as a still lake.
The three remaining demon gods trembled, but they held their heads high, their pride as the elite of the demonic realm their only remaining shield. "We will not betray our master," they said in unison, their voices shaking but resolute.
"Good spirit," Sunny said, a genuine note of admiration in his voice. He respected their loyalty. But he would not be denied.
He gave a single command, an act of will that consumed a trillion faith points as if they were a single drop in the ocean.
"You shall not speak any lie from now on. Your souls shall be eternally bound to the Law of Truth."
A wave of pure, golden law erupted from Sunny.
It was not an attack. It was a judgment. It washed over the three remaining demons, sinking into their souls not like a blade, but like a dye, permanently staining their very essence with a single, absolute concept.
"What are you spouting?" one of the demons snarled, trying to maintain his bravado.
"You do not have the right to ask questions," Sunny replied, his grin turning cold. "You only have the right to answer. And you will answer, even if you do not want to." He leaned forward. "So, who sent you here?"
’I will never tell you! I will die first!’ the demon’s mind screamed in defiance. But his mouth, now a slave to a higher law, moved on its own.
The words spilled out, each one a betrayal he was powerless to stop. "We... we were sent here by the Demon Lords’ order."
The demon’s eyes widened in horror at his own unwilling confession.
"And what is your goal?" Sunny pressed, his voice relentless.
"Our goal is to kill as many independent Gods as possible and scare the rest," the second demon confessed against his will, "so that in their desperation, they will send their lifeforms into the Realm of Advancement to find the SSS-Grade treasures."
"And how many of you are there," Sunny asked, his final, crucial question, "roaming the multiverse in search of gods to hunt?"
Across the cosmos, six billion Gods watched this interrogation, broadcast live by Thea. The God Chat was a storm.
Nyx: "Did you see that? He didn’t even move... Boss, can you kill me like that sometime?"
Zir: "Forget killing! I want to learn that palm technique! Did you see it?! If not, then review the video at with every frame. Boss, open a class in the Divine Library! I’ll pay anything!"
The chat erupted in a chaotic mix of awe, fear, and fanatical praise. Sunny, the cause of it all, didn’t notice a single comment. His entire focus was on the terrified demon god, waiting for the answer that would reveal the true scale of the war to come.