Chapter 1657 1657: Divine Tyranny

Mass evacuations had long began.

But no evacuation was fast enough.

As some of their leaders gathered in their underground command center, the sky tore open above them.

A deity descended with a deceptively human-like figure.

Cylis, God of Reunion.

His smile was gentle.

His voice soft.

His presence warm.

He stepped into the broadcast center, facing the camera that streamed across the universe.

"Mortals of the cosmos," Cylis said cheerfully, "your era of misguided freedom has come to a close.

We will guide you again."

He lifted his hand. "But before we do... many of you, must perish. It is only through suffering that you can understand..."

Terrayn detonated behind him causing cities to shatter, mountains to vaporize and oceans to boil.

Cylis continued smiling at the camera.

"Do not run.

Do not resist.

We only wish to reclaim what is ours."

The screen flickered becoming static.

And Terrayn became another corpse floating in space.

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Each day, more planets vanished.

Twenty-seven lesser worlds were obliterated by minor deities seeking entertainment.

The Universal Alliance was dismantled.

Terraform fleets vaporized.

Refugee ships hunted and shattered like toys.

Deities began fighting over territories—massive god-wars erupting and killing billions incidentally.

The Star Monasteries of the Nebula Belt were consumed by the Goddess of Hunger, Khar'Vuun.

Sixteen solar systems collapsed under divine duels.

Mortals realized submission made no difference.

Some begged.

Some worshipped.

Some resisted.

Most died.

Overseer walked across the galactic rim, resurrecting even more ancient deities the universe had forgotten... some so old they were barely sane.

The cosmic maps changed forever as half the known universe burned.

At this point, the living envied the dead.

There was no safety.

No sanctuary.

No hope.

Just a universe drowning under absolute divine tyranny.

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PLANET NEMORA —

Nemora was small.

Insignificant.

Barely charted.

When the gods arrived, the Nemorans didn't resist.

They didn't bow either.

They simply gathered their children, held one another, and faced the sky together.

Their elder whispered:

"If this is our end…

Let us meet it as one."

A deity, Yrel, the Quiet Moon, descended.

She hovered above them silently with her glow illuminating a simple village.

"Why do you not run?" Yrel asked, genuinely curious.

Elder Maron smiled weakly.

"We know we cannot escape you."

Yrel tilted her head.

"And why do you not beg?"

"Because suffering cannot bargain with storms.

And you… are a storm."

For the first time since their return, a deity hesitated.

Yrel looked down at the peaceful faces.

At the quiet acceptance.

At the calm.

It angered her.

Mortals were not allowed serenity.

Not anymore.

She raised her hand, and a wave of lunar energy washed across the land. Nemora vanished like a dream at dawn.

In just two weeks, the universe had become unrecognizable.

Chaos, fear and darkness ruled the cosmos.

With Nocturnis ruling the shadows and the Overseer resurrecting long-buried gods, the universe was reshaped entirely.

Mortals had only questions left:

Will anyone stop them?

Is this the end of existence?

But there were no answers.

There was only the sound of deities laughing across the void…

And worlds trembling beneath their gaze.

...

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(( Two Weeks Ago ))

The moment the universe trembled from the collapse of the Outworldly's original form, Earth felt it...

A rupture split the skies open. The blue dome above the world warped with hairline fractures like broken glass as space-time itself trembled. The clouds tore apart. Birds fell mid-flight. Oceans heaved violently, as if trying to rise out of the planet.

As the darkness spread... Nocturnis focused more of on this part of the solar system.

Unfortunately, the earth was unable to bear such intensity because what came next was the shattering.

A deafening CRACK, louder than all thunder Earth had ever produced, echoed across continents as the planet itself split into three titanic segments.

Cities slid off their tectonic plates. Mountains were ripped down the center. Entire nations were swallowed whole as the crust peeled open.

Billions of earthlings died in the first hour alone, triggering a world wide panic.

The Mixedblood Organisation activated every evacuation protocol they had. Launch bays opened. Thousands of emergency spacecraft roared upward, filled with screaming families, injured civilians, and terrified children clutching their parents' clothes.

But the sky wasn't a safe place either.

As evacuation fleets rose beyond the atmosphere, streaks of black light descended like divine spears.

Nocturnis' shadows, pierced the hulls of ships as if they were made of paper.

Explosions dotted the heavens like dying stars.

People who had been seconds from escape burned alive inside their vessels or were scattered into open space to suffocate in silence.

Others tried hiding in deep underground bunkers, camouflaged cities, cloaked facilities, thinking maybe the deities would pass them by.

But the deities were not searching.

They were playing.

They were toying with the remnants of humanity like a child walking through a field of ants... curious at first, amused, then bored, then destructive for fun.

Earth was no longer a world.

It was an amusement and Nocturnis was more than happy to make Gustav's home a walking hell.

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The MBO hea no longer stood on ground. It floated on a fractured piece of Earth the size of a small country, suspended between the planet's three drifting halves. The crackling sky above was split between void and molten clouds.

Inside, the alarms never stopped screaming.

Mixedblood officers rushed through corridors as some armored themselves while some held their trembling hands together in desperation, some crying, others cursing.

And at the center of the war room stood Jack, the most powerful Mixedblood of ghe current age more than capable of destroying planets easily.

Despite how powerful he was, he had never witnessed such intense aura. To be capable of splitting an entire planet into three different halves without so much as moving a finger?

This was an opponent on an entirely different level.

Through countless battles he had always remained calm even when he was he was at a disadvantage but in this particular situation...

His aura flickered like a flame caught in a raging storm.

"What's the situation?" Jack inquired even though he could already sense the answer.

A trembling lieutenant replied, "Deities have appeared over nine continents… sir, we've lost contact with the alliance..." He choked, unable to finish.

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