The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 47: God Of Joy 2

The God of Joy sat quietly on a jagged rock, lazily orbiting him amidst the fragmented battlefield. The sky above was torn, streaked with chaotic rifts of light and darkness as distant gods clashed beyond the horizon. Yet, none of that mattered to him.

He winced and rubbed the back of his neck, his muscles aching.

"This pain... not from that mess out there."

The source of his agony was far more personal—and it lingered like a bitter taste.

But to understand why, you'd have to rewind a few hours.

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[A few hours earlier...]

The battlefield was untouched, pristine in its ominous silence.

Lesser gods were descending like falling stars, their presences igniting waves of divine energy across the land. The ground trembled under the sheer weight of so many powerful beings arriving at once.

Among them stood the God of Joy, hands casually tucked in his pockets, trademark grin plastered across his face as he surveyed the chaos to come.

"So this is where the fun starts, huh?" he muttered to himself.

But then—something shifted.

The wind stopped. The world around him grew unnaturally still, the very air feeling heavier, as if space itself was thickening around him.

Joy's eyes narrowed. "No wind... no sound... only silence."

He extended his senses outward, probing the atmosphere—and instantly recognized it.

"A spatial dome," he growled under his breath.

He was sealed.

Before he could react further, a ripple appeared before him, like liquid glass bending reality. From within it stepped a figure, clad in flowing silver robes lined with violet. His eyes, cold and distant, shimmered with cosmic light.

Joy's grin faded slightly.

"Alright... who are you supposed to be?"

The figure stepped closer, arms folded. His voice carried a strange playfulness, undercut by a chilling calmness.

"I'm a lesser god—The God of Space."

Joy's eyebrows lifted in disbelief, then furrowed.

"Yeah, no. I know the real God of Space, and you ain't him."

His fists clenched at his sides, grin turning sharp. "So who are you really? Speak now before things get ugly."

The mysterious god chuckled, unphased by the threat.

"I'm under orders, you see. My master wishes for me to engage with the strongest among you. You're the lucky pick."

Joy's irritation flared.

"Orders? Strongest?" he repeated mockingly. "Cute. But fine—what's the game?"

The God of Space smiled wider.

"Simple. I will attack you exactly ten times. If you survive, you win."

Joy crossed his arms, staring him down.

"And if I beat you senseless before you reach ten?"

The Space god laughed softly.

"Then perhaps I'll tell you what you want to know."

Joy smirked, teeth flashing. "Deal."

Without another word, Space vanished.

Joy's instincts screamed as he barely raised his arms—BAM!—a crushing punch collided with his block, knocking him back several meters. The air cracked as the shockwave from the impact rippled outward.

Joy skidded to a halt, shaking the numbness from his arms.

"Alright... first hit. Cheap shot."

Before he could fully recover, the second attack teleported in mid-strike, this time slamming directly into his gut.

Joy coughed, stumbling backward as the wind was knocked from him.

"Okay. Two." His voice strained.

He gritted his teeth. The space around him was unstable, warping under the stranger's control.

Joy's feet dug into the ground as he charged forward, aiming to break through the manipulation—but the space stretched, like a mirage, elongating the distance no matter how fast he moved.

"Damn it," Joy growled.

WHAM! A sudden hit slammed into his back, launching him toward the dome's invisible wall. He twisted mid-air and landed on one knee, panting slightly.

The God of Space hovered a few feet away, arms still folded, expression amused.

"Three hits. You sure you want to keep playing?"

Joy wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth, rising with a smirk.

"Oh, I'm having a blast."

He darted forward again, this time feinting left before pivoting hard right. In a flash, his fist crashed into Space's jaw, sending the god spiraling through the air and slamming against the dome's edge.

Joy grinned as the enemy crumpled slightly.

"Looks like I'm breaking more than your rules."

But Space recovered instantly, vanishing from sight and reappearing behind Joy.

"Four."

CRACK!

A devastating kick landed at the base of Joy's skull, launching him face-first into the dome's barrier. The wall shimmered with ripples from the impact as cracks formed beneath his feet.

Joy groaned, slowly pushing himself up from the ground.

"Alright... that one stung."

The God of Space floated effortlessly, chuckling.

"You know, you should consider changing your title. Maybe God of Durability fits you better than God of Joy."

Joy dusted himself off, eyes flaring with a sharp glow.

"Now you've crossed the line."

He reached behind his back, summoning a flute—sleek, metallic, humming with ancient energy. As he gripped it, a blinding aura enveloped his body. The flute twisted and expanded, reshaping into a radiant blade forged of pure sonic energy.

The God of Space raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"A flute turning into a blade? You haven't fail to amuse me."

Joy didn't waste time.

In a blink, he lunged forward, blade slashing in a clean arc. Space reacted, channeling his power to warp reality, opening a rift to displace Joy. Yet, Joy's blade sliced through the distortion itself, shattering the spatial tear like fragile glass.

BOOM!

The collision sent shockwaves exploding outward, the dome quaking under the force. Joy's blade tore across Space's chest, sending him tumbling into the distance.

Joy spun the blade to his side, breathing heavily.

"Here's some advice—never underestimate anyone."

But then—

"Tch!"

A sharp pain exploded in Joy's back as Space appeared behind him once more, driving a kick deep into his spine.

Joy stumbled forward, eyes wide in shock.

"How—?!"

Behind him, Space stood calmly while the one Joy had just hit—still crumpled on the ground—began to flicker and fade like smoke.

Space smirked.

"That? Just a dummy."

Joy's eye twitched.

"I'm an idiot."

"You are." Space agreed with a smirk.

Fueled by frustration, Joy spun around, lunging at Space again, swinging wildly. The fight erupted into a chaotic dance of slashes and teleporting attacks, the two gods exchanging blows faster than mortal eyes could follow.

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Sometime later ...

Joy sat slumped on that floating rock, bruised, battered, and clearly defeated.

"I surrender, alright?!" he groaned, waving one hand in mock surrender. "No more beatings! This isn't fun anymore!"

Floating lazily nearby, Space laughed heartily.

"You're entertaining. I'll give you that."

Joy sighed, rubbing his sore ribs. "So... I lost."

Space shook his head.

"Actually, no—you won."

Joy blinked.

"Huh?"

Space folded his arms, grinning.

"Remember? I said I'd only attack you ten times. You withstood them all."

Joy sat up. "Bullshit! You hit me over 50 times!"

Space coughed, glancing away innocently.

"Well... that's on you. If you'd passed out after my tenth hit, I wouldn't have kept going. But you were still conscious—and frankly, it was getting too fun to stop."

Joy's jaw dropped. "How is this MY fault?!"

Space simply smirked, shrugging. "See it as bonus training. You did hit me three times, so... fair trade, no?"

Joy sighed heavily, slumping further on the rock. "You ... from wherever-you're-from are all nuts."

Space's smile softened slightly. "Fine. You earned a couple of answers."

Joy's eyes lit up.

"First question—who are you really?"

"I told you. I am the God of Space—a lesser god."

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Frustrated, Joy hurled his hat (which no one noticed him wearing until now) onto the ground.

"I hate cryptic types like you!"

Space blinked. "Wait... where did that hat come from?"

Joy, deadpan: "Don't worry about it."

Space chuckled. "Alright. Here's the real answer—I'm not from this multiverse."

Joy froze. "Wait—HUH?!"

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