CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 53

The newly forged Hyperverse, a swirling vortex of Greek and Norse energies, thrummed with a power that dwarfed the sum of its parts.

This wasn’t just a simple union; it was an explosive fusion, amplified exponentially by the very essence of Hades.

His unique composition—a body forged from the remnants of an Outer One, a spirit bonded with the Heart of the Greek Universe, and flesh interwoven with the mighty Yggdrasil—acted as the ultimate catalyst.

The resulting energy didn’t just double; it multiplied, surging with a force that felt like a hundred potent universes distilled into one.

In the depths of this newly realized reality, upon the very fabric of the primordial darkness, Nyx, the Primordial goddess of night, awoke to a sensation unlike any she had ever known.

Before Hades, she was the strongest being in Greece, as a fragment of an outer one, her strength is something even Gods like Shiva dared not treat lightly.

She was already the closest one to achieve ascension and became a Transcendent Being.

Now, the Hyperverse’s boundless power, channeled and intensified by Hades’ existence, rushed toward her like a torrential river seeking the deepest ocean.

Nyx didn’t resist; she embraced it. Her form changed, turning into a silhouette of cosmic shadow and starlight, and began to drink in the raw power.

She had already stood on the very precipice of transcendence, having devoured a significant portion of the Roman Universe’s energy in the past—a feat that had already placed her beyond the reach of most beings in existence.

So the absorption was effortless, and the energy was not a challenge to be conquered, but more of a homecoming.

Every atom of cosmic darkness that comprised her being began to vibrate at an infinitely higher frequency.

The title of Primordial God became a quaint, irrelevant memory.

With a soundless exhalation that caused distant galaxies to shimmer, Nyx had successfully ascended.

She became a genuine Transcendent Being.

The Hyperverse itself seemed to pause, acknowledging the shift in power.

Nyx no longer merely governed the night; she was the absolute, infinite Night of the cosmos.

Where before she had cast shadows, now her very presence was the boundary of light, a force capable of encompassing and snuffing out entire pantheons if she so chose.

The other gods, already reeling from the sudden rush of power into their own forms, felt her ascension as a chilling, profound certainty—an ancient being had just crossed an insurmountable threshold.

As Nyx’s transcendence settled like a cloak of cosmic velvet over the Hyperverse, another, more intimate miracle was taking place concerning the children of Hades: Nekyria, Eros, Mageus, and Ilithyia.

These four, despite their divine power and immense spiritual maturity, had been magically locked into the physical forms of young children due to the insufficient energy of the universe to support their growth, and also due to the suppression of the universe which couldn’t handle the ascension of a Transcendent Being.

Now, bathed in the raw, unfettered power of their father’s Hyperverse, that constraint was violently shattered.

A sudden, sharp tingling sensation overcame them all, while they were enjoying snacks prepared for them by their aunt, Demeter.

It wasn’t painful, but intensely invigorating.

Nekyria felt her tiny frame stretch, her child-like features refining into a delicate, thoughtful visage.

Her silver hair flowed longer, and her eyes, usually wide with a child’s curiosity, now held the deep, knowing calm of a soul that understood the final journey.

She grew to the approximate physical maturity of twelve years old.

Eros felt a powerful, warm energy surge through his muscles. His perpetual youthful giggle deepened into a distinct, melodic laugh.

His soft, round cheeks sharpened slightly, giving way to an expression that hinted at the profound, magnetic power he wielded.

He shot up to the physical age of about thirteen.

Mageus, often the most physically delicate of the siblings, experienced the most dramatic outward change.

His eyes, already unnervingly wise, now burned with a steady, amethyst light. His body straightened, losing the clumsy gait of a toddler, gaining the focused, intense posture of a serious student of the arcane.

He achieved the height and form of a twelve-year-old boy.

Ilithyia, the most empathetic and calm of the four, felt her nurturing energy expand. As the daughter of the goddess of marriage and childbirth, growth was intrinsic to her nature, and the Hyperverse accelerated her own development.

Her hands, which still looked small and playful, suddenly stretched into the slender, capable hands of a young girl.

Her form matured to that of a thirteen-year-old girl.

The physical growth spurt, taking them from the forms of toddlers to pre-teens, was a visible sign of the Hyperverse’s capacity for accelerating development.

It signified not only the breaking of a spiritual barrier but the new foundational stability of the cosmos—a world that could now support their true, ascending divine forms.

They looked at each other, a mix of shock and wonder on their new, slightly taller faces, realizing their time of hiding in small forms was over.

They were ready to begin their journey as powerful, adolescent deities in a brand new reality.

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The Hyperverse was barely minutes old, yet the city of Nox—Hades’ resplendent capital in the Underworld—was already vibrating with unimaginable power.

It was here, in the heart of the deepest domain, that the newly empowered pantheons of both Greece and Norse mythology had spontaneously converged.

The air shimmered, thick with divine ichor and primal aether.

The entrance of Hades into his own domain was subtle yet absolute, he didn’t arrive with thunder or fanfare, but with a palpable shift in reality.

His presence, now fused with the cosmic core of the Hyperverse, anchored the entire realm.

Below him, floating above Nox, were all the gods of Greek and Norse.

The assembly was a chaotic, magnificent display of raw divine might with Zeus, the King of Olympus, stood tall, his laughter booming—not with arrogance, but with pure, unadulterated joy at the sheer sensation of growth.

"Hahaha! The sheer power!" he roared, his muscles twitching with latent energy. "I feel as though I could challenge Kronos a hundred times over!"

Sparks of brilliant blue lightning danced around his golden crown, a casual, untamed reflection of his newfound strength.

Poseidon, ever the imposing force, stood beside him, a serene yet deadly look in his sea-green eyes.

He idly rotated his trident, creating small, perfectly formed whirlpools in the air itself as a thoughtful, satisfied smirk played on his lips.

He realized, with chilling clarity, that the feeling of immense power was entirely warranted: a single, casual flick of his finger could indeed shatter the dimensional fabric of space surrounding them.

Odin, the Allfather, surveyed the Greek contingent with one gleaming eye.

The power surging through him was unlike the measured, acquired strength of his old universe, this was primal, vast, and terrifyingly familiar.

He felt his bones hum with the energy that had formed the cosmos. Ymir.

He realized he no longer merely rivaled the strength of the primordial giant; he had likely surpassed it, achieving a level of might he hadn’t possessed even when he and his brothers slew the original progenitor of the Norse.

The atmosphere became charged with playful rivalry when Thor, the God of Thunder, cracked Mjölnir against his armored shoulder and unleashed a dazzling torrent of golden electricity.

"Not bad, eh, old man?" he challenged with a grin.

Zeus, already slightly annoyed by the blatant display, scoffed, as he raised his hand, and a bolt of pure, white plasma snapped into existence, dwarfing Thor’s efforts.

"Amateur," Zeus muttered, though his heart was light.

As Hades watched the power flex and crackle across the hall, three figures broke away from the crowd, flying straight toward him with unparalleled speed and concern: his wives.

Hecate was the first to reach him, her gaze scanning him instantly with an esoteric sense, checking every weave of his being.

"Hades, is everything fine? Are you hurt in any way? The power of the Hyperverse... is something not to take lightly," she whispered, her voice laced with worry and devotion.

Hera placed a protective hand on his arm, her regal expression softening only for him. "I know you are strong, husband, but the weight of two universe is...."

Aphrodite, radiating an almost unbearable glow of enhanced beauty and love, floated close, her eyes filled with adoration. "You’re so cool husband! How does it feel to shoulder the Hyperverse? Does it hurt? Should we head to my temple and do the deed so you can relax?"

Hades smiles, touched at their concern. "I’m fine, you girls don’t have to worry about me."

Aphrodite’s eyes sparkled, "Hehehe, how about I first taste—"

"Shut up, whore." Hera covered her mouth with her palm.

And it was at this moment, when the gods were either boasting, worrying, or flexing their newfound muscles, that a true shift in the cosmological hierarchy occurred.

Without warning, the light in all of Underworld seemed to recede, not due to darkness, but due to an absolute, transcendent lack of need for illumination.

Nyx descended from above, enveloped in a cloak of perfect, inky blackness that somehow radiated supreme beauty and infinite depth.

Her form had changed, the veil of starlight that previously adorned her was now woven into the very fabric of her being, making her beauty so absolute it transcended the very concept of physical description.

It was a beauty that spoke to the soul, not the eyes.

Aphrodite licked the palm of Hera, who was covering her mouth.

Hera quickly took back her hand glared at her in disgust.

But Aphrodite wasn’t looking at her. She stared at Nyx in wonder and awe. As the goddess of beauty, even she herself felt inferior to this being that descended before them.

The assembly of gods, from the boisterous Zeus to the stoic Odin, froze as a collective, stunned silence fell over Nox.

They strained their divine senses, the abilities that allowed them to track and measure every flicker of power in the cosmos, but found nothing.

They couldn’t sense the immense power radiating off her, they couldn’t feel the heat, the cold, or the aether of her being.

"She... she is not here," whispered Zeus, his face pale with bewilderment. Now he has another reason to fear this woman.

"I can’t track her signature," grumbled Odin, "It’s as if she... doesn’t exist in this dimension at all."

And he was right. They could see her, hear her, and feel her presence, yet they feel like she existed on a dimensional layer separated by an infinite gulf.

The Transcended Being status was not just a title; it was a fundamental shift in reality.

Nyx now exist on a higher plane of existence that rendered the magnificent power of even the mightiest Primordial Gods irrelevant to her essence.

Just then, Nyx smiled—a sweet, gentle, ancient smile reserved only for those she cared for.

Her gaze first went to Hades, acknowledging his role as the anchor of the new Hyperverse and the man she loved, with a silent nod of profound approval.

Then, she turned to the assembled pantheons, her voice, though soft, resonated in the minds of every god, bypassing the need for physical air to carry the sound.

"Children of the Old Universes," Nyx announced, her voice a cosmic lullaby that commanded absolute attention. "The period of simple growth is over. The Hyperverse is born, and the new dawn has arrived. Now, we must discuss our next plan. The Outer Ones have completely gone mad and have devoured more universe than there are stars."

At her words, the whole world immediately fell silent, a solemn atmosphere descending on them.