CHAPTER 294: CHAPTER 52

High above the Nordic cosmos, Odin floated before the endless crown of Yggdrasil.

The World Tree shimmered with boundless light, its roots coiling through the fabric of reality, its branches reaching far beyond the veil of the universe.

The air trembled with divine pressure, and dven the gods below felt it in their bones.

A mirror of golden runes hovered beside Odin, and within it, Hel and Freya appeared, their images flickering through the void.

"Lord Odin," Hel’s voice echoed across realms, calm but firm. "Lord Hades and the others are ready. We can now begin."

Odin took a long breath, his single eye gleamed with determination. "Then let the fusion commence."

He raised both hands, and instantly, the runes of creation ignited around him as power surged from his body, flooding into Yggdrasil.

The entire tree began to glow with blinding radiance as its roots trembled and shifted.

Across the nine realms, mountains shattered, oceans split apart, the branches of Yggdrasil bent and twisted, extending outward like colossal serpents made of divine wood.

Odin’s power poured into them, guiding their course.

"Go," he whispered.

With a roar that shook eternity, the roots tore free from the Norse universe and lunged into the void beyond creation.

Outside that void, Hades stood, his black cloak rippled in the vacuum of nothingness, his purple eyes reflected the light of a thousand collapsing stars.

The god of the Underworld waited in silence, his presence steady and unshaken.

They had decided this location, which is in the void outside of any universe, for a reason.

The fusion of two universes was a risk even gods feared, and if by some small chance that Hades failed to endure, the explosion could erase every pantheon caught in the blast.

The safest place was obviously here.

Just then, Hades eyes narrowed at the Nordic Universe below him as space itself began to twist, the void rippled violently as the roots of Yggdrasil burst through, massive and alive, reaching out toward him like divine serpents.

Hades did not flinch, but instead he opened his arms, as if welcoming it.

The first root wrapped around his torso, the next coiled around his arms, and soon, hundreds of them bound him completely.

They pulsed like living arteries, glowing with Odin’s power, then they began to dig into him.

Hades frowned. The sensation was not pain, but something deeper, like his very essence was being rewritten.

His flesh burned as the roots burrowed through it, merging with his divine body.

This was not like fusing with the Heart of the Greek Universe. At that time, he had to endure the weight of the entire universe and forcefully shove the heart to him to fuse with it.

This one, however, feels like his body is being reforged, hammered endlessly by a blacksmith.

The roots penetrated every part of him, they threaded through his veins, replacing it with the roots themselves, while his blood was being replaced by a divine sap that shimmered like liquid starlight.

His flesh hardened, as if becoming the trunk of a tree, his hair stretched as if turning into long strands of glowing leaves, and his skin feels like it took on the characteristics of the World Tree’s bark.

Although his appearance didn’t change, he feels like he became a completely different person.

The World Tree itself shuddered as the fusion was complete.

But something unexpected happened.

Yggdrasil changed.

The divine tree, once radiant with golden light, began to darken, its glow deepened into a shadowy hue, filled with swirling energy from beyond the known cosmos.

It pulsed with life and death, order and chaos, creation and decay...and faintly, the essence of Primordial Chaos, the conceptual essence that made up the outer ones.

This was the influence of Hades.

His body was forged from the remains of the outer one he had defeated, and that power has merged with the divine essence of the World Tree.

The result was a new Yggdrasil that is completely beyond godhood and even beyond comprehension.

Within the Nordic Universe, Odin watched through his mirror, his single eye widened in awe.

"He...He actually succeeded..." he whispered. "He endured it."

Throughout the Norse and Greek Pantheon, every god felt the pulse of power, they felt as if a chain binding them seems to have been loosened, but not yet completely broken.

The Underworld, Olympus, Asgard, and everyone all looked towards the void.

Hel and Freya looked toward the sky, they could feel it—the merging of two universes beginning to take form.

In the void, Hades extended his right hand, his newly formed veins glowed, and a massive root burst from his palm, shooting back toward the Norse cosmos.

The moment it made contact, Yggdrasil itself reconnected, its roots merging fully with the foundation of the Nordic realms.

Then, from his left hand, another root extended, this time toward the Greek Universe.

It pierced through the cosmic barrier, linking directly with the universe itself.

The two roots glowed, and Hades took a deep breath as he felt the connection stabilized.

Then...

A shockwave erupted.

The void was filled with light, infinite, burning light that swallowed everything.

Both universes trembled violently as time, matter, and energy began to align, the stars screamed, galaxies folded, and divine laws rewrote themselves.

Then, Hades grew, his form expanded endlessly, towering above creation itself, his body became a cosmic bridge between realms.

The roots of Yggdrasil spread through his limbs, veins, and heart, the branches extended into infinity, each one connecting stars, worlds, and pantheons.

The two universes pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat.

When the light finally faded, Hades stood holding both realms in the palms of his hands.

The Greek and Norse universes were no longer separate.

They were one, connected by his very being.

He looked down at them, the new creation glowed within his grasp, two hearts beating in perfect synchronization.

For a moment, silence filled the void.

Then Hades smiled faintly.

"It’s done," he said. His voice echoed across creation, both calm and absolute and booming with power.

In the Nordic Universe, Odin lowered his hands, his body trembling with exhaustion but his face filled with awe.

"He truly did it," he whispered. "The bridge between worlds... is now complete. A Hyperverse has now been born."

Back in the Underworld, Hel closed her eyes, feeling her realm, Helheim’s essence woven into the new world’s foundation.

Freya looked up at the sky, her lips parting in wonder, also feeling the essence Vanaheim, her hometown.

At this moment, the Greek and Norse are one!

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Michael and Thoth hovered in the silence of the void, staring at the impossible sight before them.

Hades, now fused with Yggdrasil and the Heart of Greece, stood as a colossus framed by eternity, his body stretched beyond stars, his veins pulsed with the sap of creation.

And in his hands, he held two once-separate universes that has now been woven into a single cosmic sphere.

The newly born Hyperverse floated on his palm like a small sun, yet its weight bent the void around it, its presence pushed against their senses, pressing into their minds in ways neither fully understood.

Michael, forged in the light of the Highest Heaven, felt his wings tremble.

Thoth, who had cataloged every cosmic phenomenon Egypt ever discovered, felt his quill shatter in his hand.

Nothing either of them had witnessed compared to this.

Not the miracles of Heaven.

Not the might of Ra or Amun.

Not even the wars that nearly erased Egypt from existence.

Hades had become something else, something their languages had no word for.

Just then, Hades shifted his attention toward them, and reality itself seems to have tightened.

Michael’s breath stopped.

Thoth’s heart skipped.

A single glance from the god who held universes made both freeze where they hovered.

Their instincts, honed over eons, screamed at them to kneel, but they forced themselves upright, looking composed and reverent.

They bowed in unison, and the void rippled from the gesture.

Michael spoke first, his tone steady. "Lord Hades, I greet you in the name of Heaven. I am Michael, sent by the Most High."

Thoth followed immediately. "I am Thoth, god of wisdom, scribe of Lord Ra and recorder of knowledge for the Egyptian Pantheon. I greet you with respect befitting your station."

Hades studied them without expression, before asking, his voice calm, bordering indifference, "Why have you come?"

Thoth stepped forward as he placed a hand over his chest and lowered his head. "Egypt wishes to align itself with your creation. We ask for a place within this new order. Our pantheon stands ready to contribute, to cooperate, and to obey the conditions you set."

The normally smug god spoke with full humility. After all, one need not to be god of wisdom to understood the gap in power.

Michael raised his gaze. "Our Father has watched these events. He wishes to join as well. Heaven will send representatives, should you accept our presence."

Hades listened without interruption, he stared at them, his gaze never wavered.

Then he nodded. "Send your envoys. Let them speak with Nyx, Odin, and the others. We will decide together."

It was not a threat. It was not a command.

But both gods felt the weight of the words, a single acceptance from Hades held more value than any treaty they had forged in ages.

A moment later, his colossus form dissolved into blinding black-white radiance as he stepped inside his newly created Hyperverse.

Once he was gone, the void immediately fell silent. The Hyperverse floated there, silent, as if the fusion just now didn’t happen.

Michael slowly exhaled whil Thoth wiped the sweat forming at his brow. He didn’t even know one can sweat in the void.

Neither spoke for several seconds, they simply hovered there, staring into the emptiness where Hades had vanished.

"...I shall be taking my leave first." Michale broke the silence first, his wings fluttered. "Farewell, pagan god of wisdom."

With that, Michael turned into golden light and flew away.

"Curse you! Winged Monkey!" Thoth cursed, his eyes turning red at the insult.

He stared at where Michael dissappeared into, before taking a deep breath and decided to leave as well.

He decided to forget about Michael for a moment, after all, his pantheon finally found a path to survival.