The God of Underworld-Chapter 339 - 38

The stomach of the Great Outer One was not a stomach in any biological sense; it was more of a Conceptual Void, a lightless digestive dimension where the identities of gods were slowly eroded into nameless grey ash.

Zeus and Poseidon floated in a thick, gelatinous sea of entropy, their divine forms pinned by thousands of translucent, needle-toothed mouths that sprouted directly from the darkness.

Each bite was a theft of history as Zeus felt the memory of his victory over Cronus fading; Poseidon felt the weight of the Atlantic slipping from his grasp.

Their skin, once radiant with the gold and blue of the Hyperverse, was now a dull, bruised grey.

Zeus groaned, a sound that carried no thunder like it used to be.

He tried to clench his fist, but his fingers felt like they belonged to a ghost.

Beside him, Poseidon was being dragged deeper into the sludge, his trident drifting just out of reach, its bioluminescence flickering like a dying candle.

'Is this how the Kings of Olympus end?' Zeus thought, his vision darkening. 'Not on a battlefield of glory, but as fuel for a mindless parasite?'

'Ah, is this how I die?' Poseidon fought, feeling his body starting to dissolve, 'Truly pathetic...'

"No!"

The word erupted in their mind with the force of an ancient decree.

They refused to be a footnote, and they refused to let the story end in a belly of shadow!

Zeus strained his neck, turning his head toward his brother. "Hey... Poseidon... you awake, you salty bastard?"

Poseidon's eyes weakly turned towards him, glowing with a faint, defiant light. "Hardly... these mouths... they're eating the authority of sea out of my soul. I feel like a desert."

"Good. So, wanna try... that thing?" Zeus rasped, a dangerous, desperate glint returning to his eyes.

Poseidon's brow furrowed weakly. "What thing? We've tried every attack we can think of of."

"Not everything," Zeus said, a small, bloody smirk forming on his face. "Remember that thing? The Authority Unite thing? The thing we used to do when we were young and the world was still raw. That thing where you act as the conductor for my wrath."

Poseidon let out a wet, rattling laugh. "You mean the time you nearly killed me in the Aegean because you wanted to see how far your lightning would travel through salt water? You arrogant prick."

"Heh... do we even have a choice?" Zeus asked. "Either we burn our way out together, or we dissolve alone. I'm the Sky, you're the Sea. Let's show this thing what happens when the Storm meets the Deep."

Poseidon went silent for a heartbeat, then his hand shot out, grasping Zeus's forearm with a grip that broke the skin. "Do it. Strike me with everything you have left. I'll hold the charge. I'll make the entire void of this stomach Conductive."

The two brothers locked eyes, and for the first time in millennia, there was no rivalry—only the lethal, unified intent of the Sons of Cronus.

"By the Law of the Sea!" Poseidon roared, his voice suddenly booming as he channeled the last of his divine essence.

He didn't try to push the darkness away; he pulled it in, he turned his own body and the gelatinous sludge surrounding them into a hyper-saline, conceptual ocean.

He became a liquid conduit, a vast, biological battery of salt and pressure.

"By the Law of the Sky!" Zeus answered.

He reached into the very core of his Heart, bypassing his physical exhaustion to touch the lightning Bolt.

He didn't aim for the monster; he aimed for Poseidon.

A pillar of absolute, blinding white lightning erupted from Zeus's chest, slamming directly into Poseidon.

Under normal circumstances, this would have vaporized a god.

But Poseidon opened his essence, welcoming the strike, and because the stomach was a closed dimension, the lightning didn't just pass through; it Cascaded.

The salt-saturated entropy acted as a perfect conductor.

The result was a Super-Conductive Explosion.

The electricity hit the brine of Poseidon's aura and magnified a thousandfold, the darkness didn't just burn, but boiled until it evaporated!

The billion mouths biting into them were instantly incinerated, their screams lost in the roar of the thunder.

The grey walls of the void began to blister and melt as the "Sea" of the monster's interior was turned into a sea of electrified plasma.

The Great Outer One, which had been triumphantly drifting toward the Hyperverse's core, suddenly stiffened.

Its universe-sized eye bulged as a frantic, agonizing heat began to radiate from its center.

It wasn't just a stomach ache, no, it was a Conceptual Seizure! The lightning-sea was melting its very narrative, its very core of existence!

At that moment, the monster's central maw flew open in a violent, involuntary spasm, and with a sound like a collapsing star, the Outer One puked.

A massive geyser of boiling black ichor and blue-white lightning erupted from its mouth, trailing across the stars for lightyears.

Tumbled in the center of that celestial vomit were two figures, wreathed in a terrifying, unified aura of storm-fire.

Zeus and Poseidon hit the "floor" of the void's outer ramparts, skidding across the stone as the lightning finally dissipated.

They lay there, smoking and covered in black slime, but they were breathing, their radiance was returning, fueled by the sheer adrenaline of their escape.

Zeus groaned, pushing himself up on one shaky arm as he looked at Poseidon, who was coughing up sea-mist and laughing.

"See?" Zeus rasped, wiping his mouth. "Told you... salt water makes it better."

Poseidon spat out a glob of black sludge and looked at the Great Outer One, which was now flailing in the distance, its interior still smoking with residual electricity. "If you ever... strike me like that again... I'm sinking Olympus."

"Fair enough," Zeus grinned, reaching out a hand to help his brother up.

The two Kings of Olympus stood once more, their auras reigniting with a fierce, vengeful heat.

They looked toward the breach, where the battle still raged, their resolve now hardened into something unbreakable.

They then turned towards Great Outer One who dared swallow them. Not it was no longer the silent, predatory being that had ambushed the Kings of Olympus.

It was a shivering wreck of calcified meat, its many eyes weeping a grey, phosphorescent fluid as the electrical fire from Zeus and Poseidon's escape continued to dance across its internal membranes.

The conceptual "void" it housed was now a jagged wound, leaking the very entropy it had used to feed.

"Now, let's deal with this fucking piece of shit," Poseidon growled.

Without another word, he surged, eery drop of the black ichor coating his armor was repelled by a sudden, violent expansion of his aura.

He summoned his trident, the three-pronged relic whistling through the vacuum as it returned to his grip, humming with a deep-sea resonance that demanded blood.

"Couldn't agree more," Zeus grinned.

His golden hair was a chaotic halo of static, and the furrows on his chest—once grey with rot—were now filled with the molten purple light of the Hyperverse's Heart.

The two brothers did not simply attack side-by-side, having shared their essences within the monster's belly, the wall between their authorities had grown thin.

They stepped toward the beast in perfect synchronization, their auras beginning to bleed together.

This was the Fusion of Sovereignty, the fusion of the Sky and Sea that otherwise never touch!

Zeus raised his hand, and instead of a golden bolt, a spear of Oceanic Lightning manifested.

It was a jagged arc of electricity that possessed the physical weight and crushing pressure of the deepest abyss.

Poseidon swung his trident, and instead of a wave of water, he unleashed a Tidal Storm—a surge of electrified space-time that moved with the relentless, grinding force of a hurricane.

The Great Outer One tried to vibrate back into the higher dimensions, to flee the coming retribution. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But Poseidon slammed his trident into the "ground" of the vacuum.

"The Sea is everywhere!" Poseidon roared.

He imposed the Law of the Deep upon the sector, and the vacuum became dense, heavy, and inescapable.

The Outer One was pinned as if it were at the bottom of the Marianas Trench, its massive bulk groaning under the sudden, multi-dimensional pressure.

Zeus took to the sky—or what passed for it at the edge of the void, and at that moment, he attacked, burning away every potential of his authority .

He spun in a vertical spiral, drawing in the residual energy of the Hyperverse's border.

"You dared to taste the Sky?" Zeus's voice was the sound of a mountain shattering. "Now, drown in its wrath!"

He dove.

He became a living torpedo of blue-white fire, his fist connecting with the Outer One's central, weeping eye.

And when the Outer One was hit, it caused an impact like a Hydro-Electric Detonation.

Because the monster's interior was still saturated with Poseidon's salt-water essence, the lightning from Zeus's strike didn't just hit the surface—it traveled through every cell of the creature's body simultaneously.

The Outer One didn't just explode, but disintegrated from the inside out.

The creature's obsidian plates shattered like glass, jts tentacles were boiled away into grey steam, and the millions of mouths it had used to bite the gods were turned into ash.

In that singular moment of fused authority, Zeus and Poseidon weren't just two gods; they were the Primal Storm, the force that had tamed the world at the dawn of time.

A final, blinding flash of teal and gold consumed the sector, and when the light cleared, there was nothing left of the Great Outer One but a fine, harmless dust that drifted away like sea foam.

Zeus and Poseidon stood in the center of the clearing, their chests heaving, their fused aura slowly separating back into gold and blue.

The sector was quiet, the "Black Tide" in this area had been utterly vaporized by the sheer heat of their victory.

Poseidon leaned on his trident, a jagged grin on his face. "Not bad for a couple of 'fictional' characters, eh?"

Zeus wiped a streak of ichor from his jaw and looked up at the Empyrean. "The Author is going to need a bigger eraser."

He then turned his gaze toward the other section of the battlefield, where the divine flares of other gods battle were beginning to light up the inner horizon. "Come on, brother. Our comrades are having all the fun in other places. Let's go show the rest of these comrades of ours why the Greeks are the most superior."

Poseidon laughed.

And the two of them went to help the other gods.