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Once everyone was seated around the massive round table, the room went quiet. No one spoke. The air felt heavy, almost crushing.
Finally, Uranus leaned forward, breaking the silence.
"The flood has ended… but the fear hasn't," he said. His voice carried a weight that made a few gods glance at him. "Chaos… the one who controls the very laws of existence… he made his point. He showed us that he can erase us whenever he wants. In my pantheon, many nymphs, spirits, even lower gods and primordials—gone. Most of the nymphs, born from humans we empowered—gone. We're here to decide… how do we face him next time?"
A few gods exchanged looks. Some looked at him like he was an idiot.
Then Odin tapped his spear against the floor. Clang.
"Face him?" he chuckled darkly. "Uranus… our creator, Ymir, is dead. My father Bor… my brothers… all gone. I threw everything I had at that flood—every magic, every summoning—and it meant nothing. In the end, Ymir, the almighty creator of our pantheon, sacrificed himself just to keep us alive. And you want to talk about facing Chaos?"
Odin's chuckle turned into a bitter laugh. "Impossible. Even Yggdrasil itself trembled at his will. If he wants, he can unmake the world entirely… with just a thought." He tapped Gungnir on the floor again, the sound echoing through the hall.
Normally, the other gods might have mocked him for showing fear. But now? They stayed silent. They all felt it—the same fear of the Creator.
Then Gia spoke, her voice calm and soft.
"If we can't face him with strength… then maybe we should learn how to bind him. Every god has limits… even if they're hidden."
Hearing that, Ra dragged a hand down his face and muttered, "How can you explain to them about binding that being?" he thought , frustrated. "He's trying so hard to fight his eternal enemy, Apophis—or Apap—but he can't even win. Apophis is his equal. They fight every night, and that's why day and night happen. But after the flood, Apophis drowned. No matter how much power he used, it didn't work. Ra knew this woman—the one speaking now—had lost her mind."
In Greek mythology, she was supposed to know the truth of the earth itself, but here she was, saying nonsense. Vishnu stared at her, thinking, How can a primordial being have such little understanding? Millions of years of divinity, and it all washed away in just 40 days. She's saying we should "bind" the one who can cause such a flood? Is she insane?
Shiva suddenly let out a short, cold laugh—"Stupid, well she is Women cant expect sensible things from her "—and then spoke, his voice like a blade.
"You think you can bind one who can turn reality into dust? If he chooses chaos, no chain in existence can hold him. I can feel everything—the water, the earth, the land, the trees, the animals—listening to his will, obeying his command. It's natural for them. When we try the same, it costs us our divinity. But for him? They just happen. The elements themselves bow to him… the Creator… the Brahmaand."
Uranus stepped forward, his eyes glowing faintly.
"Then what?" he said sharply. "Sit and wait for him to flood the world again? My people, my lands, drowned like insects last time. I won't wait for it to happen twice."
The quiet one, Izanami, glanced around, her tone icy but calm.
"Maybe the real question isn't how to fight him… but how to keep him uninterested in us."
Vishnu slowly nodded. "Yes… I think he's angry at us. Maybe because of things we've done. For example, you, Uranus—you took humans and made them into nymphs, spirits. In our own myths, Asuras have mingled with humans, started families with them. The Norse—Odin, Ra, Ymir—every one of us here has done the same… except you, Izanami and Izanagi ."
Izanami and Izanagi turned toward Vishnu, acknowledging his words. The others nodded too. They were still a new pantheon, freshly formed.
Vishnu continued, his tone firm but thoughtful.
"Maybe the almighty Brahman acts only when the world becomes unbearable to live in. Perhaps we should guide mortals… but not interfere with them, not mingle with them. That might be the only way to avoid provoking him."
Thor, who was still just a kid, around eight years old, slammed his hammer on the table. It wasn't just a wooden toy anymore—it had weight to it. The table shook from the impact.
"You all talk like we're mice hiding from a hawk," Thor said, his young voice filled with fire. "I say we find his weakness… and strike first!"
Brahma, who had been quietly observing, kept his eyes closed. His hand rested on his forehead, right where his fifth head used to be—before his friend Shiva cut it off for his arrogance. He was still feeling the phantom pain.
"Strike first? Against who, child? Do you even understand?" Brahma's voice was calm, but it carried a heavy weight. "I've seen his prophet… Enoch. His power rivals Shiva's. Now think—if a human can have the same power as Shiva, then what are we compared to him? We don't even know his true strength. And if his prophet is this strong, then what about his angels, his demons… and him himself? How strong do you think he is? Have you thought about that? And you talk about striking first… child, you might not even live long enough to regret it."
The table went silent. The air turned heavy. No one dared to speak carelessly when the topic was Chaos Almighty God.
Then Uranus stood up. "Then we agree… we watch for now. We learn what to do… and what not to do. We make sure we don't anger him. But if he comes, and something happens… we won't just sit and do nothing. We'll strike back."
Some of the gods present didn't like the sound of that. Deep down, they knew—how could they strike someone who could erase them from existence in a heartbeat?
Then… a soft chuckle echoed in the air.
Everyone froze. The tension skyrocketed.
A figure appeared.
It was Geaia—the living embodiment of the earth itself. Not the Gea from Greek myths—the Geaia.
The moment they saw her, every god in the room stood and bowed. Even Uranus, who understood her power better than most, dared not provoke her. She was stronger than all of them put together—easily.
"Lady Geaia," they greeted respectfully.
Geaia's gaze fell on Uranus. "And how exactly… are you going to do that?"
Her words cut through the silence.
"My father," she continued, her tone like unshakable stone, "is everywhere. He can hear us. Always. He can do anything. He knows everything. He is the first of the first, the last of the last. The destroyer of evil… the protector of good. So tell me… how will you do anything against him?"
The gods felt a chill at her words.
"And I'm here to warn you—don't meddle with humans. They are not yours to guide."
And just like that—she vanished.
Everyone exhaled in relief. They knew… one wrong move, and Gyaia herself would erase them from existence without hesitation.
Far above, in the Seventh Heaven,
a throne made of shimmering light stood in silence. On it sat a being made entirely of light — the Almighty God, ROGER . His presence alone shook the air around him, but his smile was calm and knowing.
He watched everything happening below and chuckled to himself. His daughter, Geaia… oh, he knew her well she like her all siblings like her father very much and dont tolerate anything bad aginst him , especially when there were beings plotting against her father. Roger smile widened. Geaia didn't need anyone's help — she could wipe out those fools without breaking a sweat. Well… except for Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu. After all, they were his grandchildren, born from the remnant energy of Ivaraje, who was his other daughter .
GOD's gaze shifted for a moment. His smile faded, and he sighed deeply. His attention fell toward the third layer of the Omniverse.
"Looks like Dumbledore… isn't going to walk the right path," he muttered.
For a moment, he thought in silence. Then his eyes lit up, and a smirk formed on his glowing face.
"Alright then, Dumbledore. You want to play the hero so badly and want to Manupulate the prophecy Now hmm? Let me give you a challenge."
From his side, a gentle yet powerful voice spoke — his wife, Elizabeth.
"Husband… you're going to crush his mind with all that pressure, aren't you?" she said, shaking her head slightly. She knew that look in her husband's eyes. If this Dumbledore, in the third Omniverse layer, Universe Number 506, Dimension 7, wanted to twist prophecy to suit himself… then GOD would make him regret even being born.
The Almighty leaned forward, his gaze piercing through space and time until it locked onto the Harry Potter world. His thoughts were sharp now. This was his creation — a world crafted by his will, like every other in existence.
People in countless other universes knew this in fragments, through visions he gave them. He had even passed the vision of the Harry Potter world to J.K. Rowling in another universal layer, guiding her to create it so that humans could understand — even if they thought it was fiction.
Because the truth was simple: the Harry Potter world exists. And it exists as a reminder that humanity is not alone… that this Earth is not the only living world… and that the existence they think they know is only a small piece of a far greater reality.