Sunny sat on his throne, the silence of the palace a soothing peace after the last few hours. 'Am I finally free?' he wondered, leaning back.
Since the dawn of the 11th godly day, his existence had not been at rest for a single second.
The tournament that had spanned years, the frantic construction of the City of Gods, the instructions given to Builder, the grand inauguration, the copying of Adam's talent, and finally, the grueling, five-hour breakthrough that had reshaped his very being.
He was physically free, his divine body humming with new, SS-Grade power.
But his mind? His mind was a battlefield that had never slept. Even now, unwanted thoughts clawed at his peace.
'How will I defeat the Demon Lords? What lies in the Real Void beyond Lady Sansa? Am I just a bug in a bigger jar?'
"Oh God! Why can't I rest?" he groaned aloud, rubbing his masked temples. Then he chuckled, a dry, hollow sound. 'Who am I complaining to? I am the God.'
