Chapter 14: The Singularity of the Sixth
The atmosphere in the Pavilion had shifted from "sparring match" to "existential threat." The Grand Minister had moved his hands from behind his back, a subtle sign that he was ready to intervene if the fabric of the Neutral Void began to dissolve.
Khyron stood in the center of the crater, his skin now glowing with a blinding, radioactive white light. The runes on his body were spinning, creating a centrifugal force that was pulling the surrounding debris—and even the light itself—into his chest.
"The Eighteenth Seal: The Zero Point," Whis whispered, his eyes wide. "He is turning himself into a localized vacuum of existence. Anything that enters his sphere of influence is deleted from the memory of the multiverse."
The Burden of the God-King
I felt the pull. It wasn't just physical; it was spiritual. My memories of Universe 6—the taste of the food, the smell of the Sadala jungles, the faces of my disciples—began to blur. He was erasing the context of my power.
"Champa! Focus!" Beerus roared from the sidelines. "If you forget who you are, the link breaks! If the link breaks, you're just a fat cat again!"
"Shut up, Beerus! I'm working on it!" I yelled, though my voice sounded hollow even to me.
I looked at my hands. They were starting to turn translucent. The "Mid-Angel" tier I had achieved was based on the Soulbound Resonance. If Khyron erased the "Soul," the "Power" would vanish.
I saw Cala in the distance. She was on her knees, clutching her head. The link was killing them. They were giving me everything, and Khyron was trying to eat it all.
"That's enough," I muttered.
I didn't move toward Khyron. I moved inward.
Instead of drawing power from the disciples, I began to pump my own "Destruction Ki" into the link. I reversed the flow. I didn't want to be a hive-mind; I wanted to be a Battery.
"Take it!" I screamed, the silver-black energy exploding out of me in a synchronized pulse. "Kohl! Cala! Jiko! All of you—take the God-essence!"
The Birth of the Legion-God
The result was something even the Grand Minister hadn't predicted. The ten Saiyans didn't just get stronger; they became extensions of my physical form.
In the eyes of the Zenos, it looked like a shimmering, silver-black aurora had expanded from my back, forming ten spectral wings. Each wing bore the face and the power of one of my disciples.
I wasn't a "Mid-Angel" anymore. I was a Multiversal Constant.
I stepped into Khyron's "Zero Point" field. The grey light tried to eat my legs, but the spectral wings flapped, washing the area in the "Quiet Gold" and "Crimson Fire" of the Saiyans. The erasure couldn't keep up with the rate of our collective evolution. For every cell Khyron deleted, the Resonance created two more.
I reached the center of the vacuum. Khyron looked up, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated terror.
"How?" he gasped. "How can a mortal soul reproduce fast enough to counter the Void?"
"Because they aren't just souls, you idiot," I said, pulling back a fist that was glowing with the combined weight of ten Super Saiyan Gods. "They're Saiyans. We don't just exist. We survive."
The Final Stroke: The Resonance Big Bang
I didn't punch him with my fist. I punched him with the entire history of Universe 6.
"ULTRA HAKAI: RESONANCE!"
The impact didn't make a sound. It was too powerful for air to carry. A pillar of silver-black-violet light erupted from the stage, piercing through the ceiling of the Pavilion and shooting straight into the infinite reaches of the Void.
Khyron's "Eighteenth Seal" shattered like cheap glass. His runes were scorched off his skin. The "Zero Point" collapsed in on itself, and the resulting implosion sent the Lost God flying across the stage, skipping like a stone on water until he crashed into the feet of the Grand Minister.
He was alive, but he was... diminished. His "Angel Tier" power had been burned away, replaced by the humble, flickering spark of a standard God.
The Verdict
The silence that followed was absolute. I stood in the center of the ruined stage, my spectral wings slowly fading back into the Soulbound cord. I was breathing hard, my violet-silver fur matted with sweat, but I remained standing.
I looked up at the Zenos.
The two small kings hopped off their thrones and floated down to the stage. They circled me, poking at my shimmering fur with their fingers.
"That was... AMAZING!" the present Zeno squealed.
"So many colors! So much boom!" the future Zeno cheered.
The Grand Minister stepped forward, his expression unreadable, though his eyes held a new spark of respect. He looked at the fallen Khyron, then at me.
"The Council's question has been answered," the Grand Minister announced. "Universe 6 is no longer under 'Observation.' Lord Champa, you have demonstrated that the gap between Mortal and Divine is not a wall, but a bridge."
He turned to the other seventeen Gods. "Let this be recorded. Lord Champa of Universe 6 has been granted the title of Apex Sovereign. He shall act as the primary advisor to the Zenith regarding the development of mortal potential."
I looked at Beerus. He looked like he wanted to faint.
I looked at the six Lost Gods. They were staring at me not with contempt, but with something far more satisfying: Fear.
"Well," I said, my voice finally returning to its normal, slightly arrogant pitch. "Since I'm the 'Apex Sovereign' now... does this mean the food at the meeting is going to be better?"
The Grand Minister chuckled—a sound that sent chills down the spines of everyone present. "Indeed, Lord Champa. The feast shall be... legendary."