Hah… the Ultimate Power!
So this—this is what lies beyond the Small Universe!
That boundless, transcendent energy now coursed through Aaron's body—
the true Ultimate Power, surpassing all the cosmos of the Microcosm!
"So, I've already mastered it…"
Aaron's voice was low, calm, but the air itself trembled around him.
Yes—he was no ordinary god.
He was the heir of the Titan King, Cloros,
a direct inheritor of the Titans' divine bloodline.
How could he not be capable of wielding the Ultimate Power?
The Crest of the Gods, the Power of Extremity—
perhaps, from here onward, he could touch the true essence of Creation itself,
the same power once held by the Ancient Gods of Genesis.
"Zeus…" Aaron's gaze turned cold as he stared at his true body before him.
"So you also discovered this truth—and left the heavens because of it?"
He too bore the blood of Cloros.
Then why had Zeus become the one chosen by Uranus' prophecy,
to ascend as the King of Gods,
while he and Poseidon were each confined to a single domain—
the Underworld and the Seas?
It was unfair.
There must have been secrets buried deeper than even he knew.
Aaron's aura erupted outward with a deafening boom—
divine energy bursting from his body like a supernova.
This was the Divine Aura,
not the frail power of a saint's Ninth Sense,
but the will of a True God of the Underworld!
Across Hellheim, every Underworld Saint felt it.
They stopped what they were doing,
heads bowed, trembling as the heavens above began to quake.
The Eight Prisons and Four Circles of the Underworld
expanded outward at impossible speed,
as though the realm itself was breathing in rhythm with its god.
In the deepest void, Thanatos—the God of Death—froze mid-scheme.
His eyes widened in awe.
"This divine pressure…! It's Lord Hades—yes! It's truly Lord Hades' power!"
A manic fervor consumed him as the energy surged.
The power of his master—stronger than ever—was awakening!
Meanwhile, that same power rippled far beyond the Underworld—
to the Kree Empire, one of the Three Great Cosmic Empires.
In a vast interstellar port, a man garbed like a priest paused mid-motion.
He lifted his head to the stars,
and whispered in disbelief,
"…A god… has revived."
Yet the sensation faded almost as quickly as it appeared,
leaving behind an unsettling stillness.
"Hey! You—get on board!" a voice shouted.
"If you miss this shipment, you'll be left behind!"
The man—his features calm, his eyes distant—
hid the five-pointed star on his forehead beneath his hood.
He shouldered a crate, then turned toward the waiting ship.
He was Hypnos, the God of Sleep,
one of the twin deities who served under Hades' command.
Now, he walked among mortals in disguise—
in the very heart of the Kree Empire,
and aboard a ship belonging to one of the most feared Predator Clans in the galaxy.
These cosmic raiders trafficked in slaves,
pillaged planets,
and bled the stars dry of resources—
their infamy stretching across the universe.
And Hypnos?
He followed them, not out of loyalty, but because they were useful.
The Lord had freed him from Athena's Holy Coffin,
but had not commanded him to restore the Underworld.
So now, Hypnos wandered this new cosmos—
to see what meaning these alien creatures held.
The ship drifted through the darkness of deep space.
Then—
"No! Start the jump sequence—now!" someone screamed.
"That's a planet! A living planet! Move—get out of its orbit!"
"A living planet? Don't be ridiculous—"
"Turn us around! Begin the interstellar leap!"
"Too late! Rear left thrusters are gone!"
BOOM!
The starship shuddered violently,
its hull splitting as it was hurled toward a massive, breathing planet below.
Back in the depths of the Underworld,
the Ultimate Power continued to heal Aaron's true body.
He remembered well what that hateful Athena had done to him—
the wound across his chest,
pierced clean through by her Goddess of Victory Scepter.
Now, that divine scar was being mended by the energy of eternity itself.
Aaron's spirit had ascended—
he now stood fully at the level of a Single-Universe Deity.
"If that reaper dares to come again," he murmured,
"I'll destroy him—and seize Death's authority for myself."
And this…
this was only his first awakening of the Ultimate Power.
How terrifying would it become once fully mastered?
As Aaron's divine breath stabilized,
he noticed a strange vibration in the two Infinity Stones he possessed—
their energies resisting him slightly.
How curious.
Such artifacts should have no consciousness of their own…
and yet, they trembled, as though afraid.
He raised his hand—
and with a faint spark of power from his fingertip,
Ding!
The wild streams of Tachyon particles instantly condensed,
submitting to his will.
From the Space Stone, a ripple of light pulsed—
sending unknown coordinates into the far reaches of the universe.
Aaron simply smiled.
In his domain, even the Infinity Gems were powerless.
Here, he had transcended the boundaries of existence itself.
A single gem no longer held any significance.
If he wished to trace back the true origin of the Ultimate Power,
then the Gems were nothing more than pebbles on the cosmic road.
"In my world," Aaron declared coldly,
"even if you belong to another… you will obey me."
Reality trembled.
A new Domain unfolded beside him—
a perfect field of divine order.
Within this domain, Aaron was the Truth.
Through it, he began tracing the echoes of the Infinity Gems—
searching for their origin across the dimensions.
"Can the Ultimate Power be deduced through Amara Consciousness…?"
He began to calculate—
divine thought spiraling through infinite possibilities.
Yet even with the Ultimate Power flowing through him,
he could only deduce fragments—
the Ninth Sense of Amara,
the Eighth Sense of Alaya…
When he attempted to reverse the process,
to trace from the Seventh Sense back toward the divine,
an invisible wall blocked his way.
A barrier beyond comprehension.
So this was the truth—
the Ultimate Power, the source of all creation,
was the foundation of every universe.
And no mortal or saintly cosmos could reach it through calculation alone.
"Forget it." Aaron exhaled softly.
"I'll carve its mark into the Underworld itself."
He stretched out his hand,
and a luminous seal formed in the air.
"Let all my Underworld Saints gather beneath the Tree of Yggdrasil,
and there comprehend a higher form of the Small Universe.
Whether any among them can reach the Ninth Sense,
or step into the realm of the Gods themselves…
that will depend on their own fate."
He smiled faintly.
He believed in them.
After all—
his Underworld Saints were no mere mortals.
Each one of those Demon Stars had chosen their new vessel carefully,
and none would waste their rebirths on fools.
The next age of gods… had already begun.
(End of Chapter)
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