CHAPTER 289: CHAPTER 47

Hades stood before the endless white void, the kaleidoscopic crystal pulsing softly in the emptiness.

It floated a few meters from him, radiating light that refracted into infinite colors, like the distilled essence of creation itself.

"This is it..."

He raised his hand, fingers outstretched, touching the edge of the crystal.

But the crystal resisted, vibrating violently, as if the universe itself refused to be touched.

Waves of distortion rippled across the void, and Hades felt like the resistance itself wasn’t physical, but it was the will of reality fighting against his intrusion.

Hades frowned. "A mere crystal dare to resist me? Know your place."

Power surged from his form, black and purple flames spiraling from his body, causing the pressure to bend the light around him.

The crystal trembled, its defiance crumbling under the weight of his divine authority.

Then, with an annoyed scoff, he closed his hand, and the crystal stopped resisting.

He then drew it toward him and pressed it against his chest, and the moment they touched, the void screamed.

An explosion of color tore through everything.

His body dissolved into light, his soul unraveling into countless particles, fusing with the core of existence.

Every fragment of him stretched across the universe, then across infinite parallel universes, until there was no separation between him and creation.

He became everything.

He could see it all. Just like when he opened his third eye, but this time, on a scale limited to the universe, and his soul being able to endure it.

He saw the moment his father Cronus was born.

He saw the first war between gods and titans.

The spark of life in the first mortal.

Every instant unfolded before him, from the birth of stars to the death of galaxies.

Time had no meaning. Past, present, and future coexisted in his sight.

He could touch them, twist them, erase them.

He felt Omnipotent.

He can feel it, not as an idea, but as pure reality. This is a power that defied every law, every limit, and within the domain of the Greek cosmos, there was nothing beyond his reach.

With a mere thought, he blinked across timelines.

His gaze landed on the Titanomachy., and there, he saw Prometheus sat on his temple, still lively and spirited, trying to glimpse the future of Hades of that time.

Hades smirked.

He reached through the fabric of time, planting a vision into Prometheus’s mind, and sending images of horrors beyond comprehension, fragments of truths no mortal or god was meant to see.

Prometheus fell to his knees, screaming, and his heart shook, his sanity trembling on the edge of collapse.

Watching this, Hades chuckled softly. "It’s not every day you can play pranks with someone like him."

Then he looked further back, beyond Olympus, beyond the Primordial itself, and to the age before the Greek Universe.

The age of Roman Gods.

What he saw froze him.

It was a different cosmos, completely unlike the Greeks.

Stars arranged differently, gods ruling under another order, hidden from the eyes of mortals.

And deeper still, before divinity even existed, there was a small blue planet orbiting a golden star.

Earth. A world of mortals where gods no longer interfered, where humanity have developed technologies that allowed them to observe the universe.

If it’s just that, then he wouldn’t be so shocked, but what really caught his attention was a simple man.... his past self.

He was a Human, a simple man living an ordinary life filled with laughter, warmth, and fragile happiness.

He has a loving family, a group of good friends, enjoying the world of games, anime, manga—stories he loved to imagine.

He was stunned. He watched his life from when he was an infant to his life as an adult...until everything came to an end.

A colossal shadow devoured the sky, and reality twisted as something vast and formless consumed the universe.

A cosmic horror—one Hades instantly recognized.

It was Nyx. Or rather, what Nyx used to be, a fragment of the Outer One, before she gained ego and individuality.

His human self screamed as existence collapsed, and every possible outcome ended the same way—obliteration.

Hades saw infinite versions of himself die, erased before they could even comprehend what destroyed them.

But not this time.

Reaching across eternity, Hades touched that dying world and tore a path through the collapsing void, ripping half the energy that Nyx had devoured and molding it into a new form.

He then infused it into his human self, wrapping his soul with divine essence.

The universe trembled as a paradox was born.

He pulled that soul through the corridors of time and space, carrying it forward into the birth of the Greek cosmos.

When the new pantheon arose and Nyx forged the Primordials, that soul descended among them, reborn as Hades.

Watching it all, he finally understood.

His existence wasn’t chance. It was a loop.

He had created himself through defiance of fate, merging human and god, past and future.

In that moment, Hades smiled.

He wasn’t merely the King of the Underworld.

He was the proof that even destiny could be rewritten.

Satisfied with this outcome, he decided to continue drifting through the currents of time, weightless and unbound by the limits that once chained even gods.

His consciousness spread across centuries like a shadow of infinity.

He watched the Romans rise and fall, their empire glimmering like fire in the dark before fading into dust.

He watched the Greeks, his own pantheon, glory and then decay, mortals turning their backs on the divine.

He saw himself, countless times, in countless forms—worshiped, feared, and forgotten.

Each glimpse sent a pulse of exhilaration through him.

Every thought of his can reshape reality, every whim of his can alter the course of history.

The thrill was intoxicating, and he felt it coil within him, tempting him to keep going, to reshape everything, to see how far omnipotence could stretch before it broke.

For a moment, he almost gave in.

But he managed to stop himself.

He pulled himself back to the present, gasping for breath as if surfacing from deep water.

His mind was blazing, and his body trembling from the sheer strain of holding too much power.

"This..." he murmured, clutching his head, "so this is what the Writer feels."

He thought of the being who crafted their existence, the one who could erase, alter, or recreate them with a thought.

Now, Hades could understand that frightening calm, that detached supremacy, it wasn’t joy, nor was it peace.

It was the unbearable weight of absolute authority.

He exhaled slowly. "No wonder the Writer became bored."

He looked around as the void around him shimmered, white and empty.

This place, once lifeless, now awaited his will.

He decided that as the Heart of the Hyperverse, he needed a domain worthy of that title.

Something vast and eternal.

He raised his hand, and reality bent.

The white void bled into color, shifting into a deep azure expanse that stretched without end.

Clouds shimmered like silver dust.

Light cascaded from unseen suns.

The air itself vibrated with divine energy.

"This will do."

He gestured again, and six enormous discs emerged from the sky, each the size of galaxies.

Five circled the sixth at the center, forming a structure that resembled a grand cosmic sigil.

Their edges glowed with faint runes, inscriptions that described balance, order, and eternity.

The central disc pulsed, and from it, a great city began to rise, its foundations carved from divine metal, its towers reaching beyond the clouds.

At the core stood a massive gothic palace, black stone laced with streaks of light, the architecture a blend of Greek grace and infernal majesty.

He stepped closer, observing its form with cold satisfaction.

"This shall be the seat of the divine," he said quietly.

He envisioned the future.

The time of gods ruling mortals would fade, as it did in the Roman timeline.

Humanity would walk among the stars, free of divine interference, they would make their own choices, build their own empires, fall and rise by their own will.

And as gods, they will fade in the background, watching everything from this place beyond the reach of mortals.

He willed rivers of starlight to flow across the discs, forming bridges that connected them.

Temples, gardens, libraries, and training grounds appeared, built with perfection beyond mortal imagination.

He was making sure that no gods would be bored staying up here all the time.

When he was done, he gazed upon it all.

The boundless blue sky, the radiant cities, the central palace that pulsed like the heart of creation itself.

"Good," he said simply. "This will do."

This would be the Heaven of the Hyperverse.

A divine realm beyond worlds, beyond time.

A symbol of unity between Pantheons, a foundation for what was to come.

With one last look, he turned his gaze downward, and the threads of reality parted before him, revealing the path back to the lower plane.

He took a step forward and began his descent, leaving behind the glowing paradise that marked the birth of a new age.