Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 554: War Of God 5

Ares lay at the edge of consciousness, ichor flowing from shattered wounds, armor hanging in broken fragments across his body. Yet even in that ruined state, the God of War forced himself upright. His legs trembled, but he refused to fall before either Sharky or Zeus.

His blurred gaze shifted between the towering Titanus form and the Lord of Olympus.

Sharky’s massive arm lifted again, intent clear—this strike would end it.

Zeus’s voice thundered across the battlefield.

"Mortal, I told you to leave him. If you do not... you will face something far worse."

The thunderbolt in Zeus’s hand flared brighter, divine law gathering around its core.

Sharky did not answer. His colossal shadow loomed over Ares.

And then, "DIE, SHARKY VALOR!!"

Zeus hurled the bolt.

A wave of golden cosmic energy tore through the sky, splitting clouds and space alike. The lightning spear descended like judgment itself and pierced straight through Titanus Sharky’s chest.

KRRRRRRSHHHH—!!!

The sound was like the tearing of the world.

Blood—bright and radiant—sprayed across the burning plains. Shockwaves rippled outward in all directions, cracking mountains and sending Asgardian warriors sprawling.

Sharky staggered.

For the first time in this battle, the colossal Titanus form dropped to one knee.

The divine bolt burned through him, golden lightning devouring flesh and energy alike.

"I warned you," Zeus said coldly, raising his hand once more as divine lightning gathered again in spiraling coils. "Now face the consequences."

In a single heartbeat, the tide had reversed.

Moments ago, Sharky had been poised to end Ares.

Now, Zeus himself stood ready to execute him. Lightning intensified, compressing into another devastating strike.

And then, BAAAAAAM!!!

A new force crashed between them.

Odin All-Father descended like a falling star, armored in ancient radiance, Gungnir blazing in his grasp. Storm winds spiraled around him, pushing back Zeus’s divine lightning with sheer authority.

He stood between Sharky and Olympus. "Enough."

His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of ages.

Zeus’s expression darkened. "Stay out of this, Odin!"

Odin’s single eye burned like a star igniting in darkness.

"This war began because your son kidnapped mine," he said steadily. "Asgard will not bow to Olympus."

Zeus raised his thunderbolt once more. Odin lifted Gungnir.

A collision of gods is seconds away.

Behind them, a sound suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

Low. Deep. Bone-chilling. It was laughter.

Not the laughter of madness, nor the laughter of despair—but the calm, measured laughter of someone who had already calculated the outcome.

Ares’ faint smile froze on his face. Zeus’ pupils contracted. Even Odin slowly turned.

Sharky, still impaled by divine lightning, radiant blood flowing across shattered stone, slowly lifted his head. His eyes burned with a terrifying brilliance as blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"I already told you..." he said hoarsely, his voice steady despite the wound. "...even if you killed me..."

A faint smirk appeared. "...I would still return."

The lightning embedded in his torso began to flicker—not with Zeus’ authority, but with something far deeper. A cosmic flame ignited beneath his skin, spreading outward like the birth of a star within mortal flesh.

Sharky forced himself upright. The divine bolt still pierced him.

Then dissolved into nothing.

"Ultivalortrix..." he murmured. "Fusion command... Proto Nexus."

The device fused within his very existence roared to life, its power resonating across realms.

A mechanical yet ancient voice reverberated through space itself.

Fusion confirmed. Proto-Nexus form activating.

The battlefield trembled violently.

Reality is distorted.

Space folded inward as though drawn toward an invisible singularity forming at his core. A blinding white light erupted from Sharky’s body, expanding outward like a supernova. Every god present instinctively shielded their eyes. Mountains reflected the brilliance. Storm clouds were ripped apart as if shredded by unseen hands.

For a suspended instant, all sound vanished.

Then the light receded. Sharky stood once more. Fully healed. Not a trace of injury remained.

He now stood in Proto Nexus form, a flawless fusion of Cosmic Nexus and Protonix. Atomic fury stabilized by cosmic law.

Radiation halos orbited around him in controlled layers, circling a white-blue singularity core at his center. Gravity bent subtly in his vicinity. Space rippled like disturbed water.

The aura surrounding him was controlled, stable and absolute.

Zeus instinctively stepped back.

Ares collapsed to one knee, terror flooding his features.

Even Odin’s gaze darkened. This power... was beyond Olympus’ understanding.

Sharky slowly raised his head.

Energy spiraled around him like newborn galaxies contained within human form.

"Now..." His voice echoed across Asgard, across Olympus, across realms unseen.

"You want the next round?" His gaze lowered toward Ares. "...or should I kill him?"

The air around the War God warped violently. Space itself bent beneath the presence of Proto Nexus.

Ares, battered and barely conscious, felt every divine instinct scream in warning.

Zeus looked at him and asked, "What... are you?"

Sharky stands, cosmic rings orbiting him like miniature stars. "I am what your realm created...

when it kidnapped my family."

Zeus changed his lightning bolt into a spear, "ENOUGH! Your war ends now! If you still want to fight, I will kill you!"

Sharky’s cosmic rings flare. "Then come. Let’s see if the King of Olympus... can survive a single hit."

"You brought destruction to my son... You challenge Olympus... You humiliated Ares... And now you dare raise your hand against ME?"

Zeus roars and hurls a full-power lightning Titan Bolt.

Sharky simply raises a hand. The bolt disintegrates on contact.

The King of Olympus understands instantly. This is not a mortal. Not a god. Not even a titan. This is something that terrifies gods.

Zeus thoughts, "This being could erase my throne... He could shatter Olympus..."

Zeus channels more power than he ever gave to Hercules, Achilles, or Perseus.

Lightning clouds swirl across the entire sky. Thunderstorms rage. Volcanoes erupt. Winds howl.

The world turns white with brightness.

"ENOUGH HOLDING BACK— I, ZEUS, KING OF GODS, JUDGE OF HEAVEN AND SKY, COMMAND THE STORM TO OBEY!"

He fires the Thunder Monarch Spear, a golden lance made of pure divine lightning.

It can vaporize mountains. It can kill titans. It can pierce celestial beings. It hits Proto-Nexus dead center.

BOOOOOMMMMM!!!

A hole opens in the sky. The mountains crumble. Ocean waves split.

But when the light fades, Proto-Nexus Sharky stands uninjured. Not even a scratch. He smiles faintly. "It was like a mosquito bite."

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In Olympus, the Divine Mirror shimmered like a lake of liquid starlight. Through it, every goddess watched the clash unfolding near Asgard.

The image reflected a scene that defied reason.

Each bolt of lightning Zeus hurled descended with the authority of the heavens, capable of splitting continents and shattering divine shields. Yet the moment those bolts touched Sharky’s cosmic field, they were swallowed whole—devoured by the white-blue singularity light surrounding him.

And when Sharky counterattacked, he distorted the battlefield, as if reality were struggling to contain his presence.

Silence gripped the hall.

Hera stood near the mirror, her elegant fingers rising unconsciously to cover her lips. Shock flooded her usually composed features.

"Zeus... cannot even touch him?" she whispered. Her heartbeat pounded like war drums within her chest.

Athena, ever calm and analytical, now stared with widened eyes. Even her steady breathing faltered.

"That power..." she murmured, her voice barely steady, "it surpasses even the Primordials."

For a goddess of wisdom to admit such a thing was no small matter.

Artemis stood with her bow clenched tightly in her grasp, her usual cool composure nowhere to be seen. Her jaw had dropped slightly, silver eyes shining with awe.

"That’s my man..." she muttered under her breath, unable to suppress the fierce pride swelling in her chest.

Demeter’s expression was grave as she watched Zeus unleash yet another storm that dissolved uselessly upon contact.

"Zeus..." she said softly, almost pleadingly toward the mirror, "just give up. You cannot win."

Aphrodite leaned forward slightly, golden eyes reflecting the brilliance of Proto Nexus’ radiance. Instead of fear, something else flickered in her gaze—admiration, fascination.

"Oh gods..." she breathed, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. "He is even more irresistible when angry."

Persephone stood beside her mother, fingers gripping her gown nervously as the battlefield trembled once more beneath a cosmic surge.

"Mother..." she whispered, unease filling her gentle voice, "if Zeus pushes him any further... he will destroy Olympus."

No one refuted her.

Because every goddess present felt the same terrifying realization.

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From the heights of Olympus, Ares watched the battle unfold, and for the first time in his immortal existence, he felt powerless.

The sky above the divine realm had long since shattered into fragments of lightning and cosmic distortion.

Zeus, the King of Olympus, stood at the center of the storm, his body blazing with authority that had ruled gods and titans alike for ages.

Yet none of it mattered.

Each time Zeus unleashed his overwhelming power, Sharky countered it with terrifying ease.

Lightning that could burn immortals into ash was caught mid-air and crushed like sparks in his palm. Divine thunder that shook the pillars of Olympus was sliced apart by waves of white-blue cosmic light. Even Zeus’ domain over the skies seemed to falter under the pressure of Sharky’s existence.

Ares’ breathing grew shallow.

His fingers trembled around the hilt of his weapon.

"Impossible... IMPOSSIBLE..." he muttered, his voice cracking.

He had seen his father fight Titans. He had seen him overthrow Cronus. He had witnessed battles that reshaped reality itself.

But never had he seen Zeus forced backward.

A blinding cosmic shockwave erupted across the heavens. Space twisted violently as the clash of powers detonated above Olympus.

Zeus was hurled through the air.

The King of Gods staggered.

For a heartbeat, the storm around him fractured. That single moment was enough.

Ares’ legs gave way beneath him. He fell to his knees.

The God of War, embodiment of bloodshed and conquest, stared upward in disbelief as the unthinkable unfolded before his eyes.

"What have I done...?" he whispered hoarsely. "Whom have I provoked...?"

Fear—true, cold, suffocating fear—crept into his heart.

Sharky Valor’s power... was beyond gods. This realization settled upon him like a crushing weight.

Phobos... Deimos... his armies... his pride... All of it—nothing more than dust before a cosmic titan.

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Zeus rose once more into the heavens.

Lightning coiled around his body like living serpents, far denser and more violent than the tempests that had raged across the world for a thousand years.

White-gold veins ignited beneath his skin, glowing with blinding brilliance as divine authority poured out of him without restraint. His aura expanded outward, scorching the clouds into vapor and forcing the firmament itself to retreat.

At that moment, he no longer resembled a mere ruler seated upon a throne.

He was the storm incarnate. The sky bent to his will. The thunder answered his heartbeat.

This was his ultimate state—Skyfather Ascendant.

"I am the storm," Zeus’ voice boomed across heaven and earth, layered with the weight of divine law. "I am the sky. I am Zeus—King of all gods!"

As the declaration fell, he raised both arms and gathered the totality of his authority. The lightning of Olympus, the authority of heaven, the dominion over wind and cloud—all converged into a single, blinding sphere above his palms. The air trembled. Space itself warped under the density of that divine force.

Then he released it.

A beam of catastrophic lightning tore downward, not merely splitting the sky but dimming the world itself. Daylight faltered. Shadows swallowed the horizon. The oceans churned violently, waves rising as if bowing in terror. Mountains groaned under invisible pressure, their peaks cracking as though forced to kneel.

Asgard trembled, its golden towers shaking as the Bifrost flickered erratically. Even Olympus, quaked beneath the recoil of its own king’s power.