Chapter 25: God Discussion 2
Before the punch landed on him,
Destruction 's laughter shook the void. It was endless, cruel, echoing across galaxies like the tolling of a death bell.
"Ha ha ha ha! Yes… yes! Struggle more, boy! Collapse, fall, break!"
But suddenly—
BOOM!
A fist slammed into his face, so fast and so merciless that even Destruction , the eternal ruler of Destruction, had no time to react. The blow hurled him backward, tearing rifts across space. The shockwave alone annihilated hundreds of galaxies in a single instant, stars collapsing like candles.
Destruction staggered, clutching his jaw. "Wha—what…?!"
Before him stood a radiant figure. Her very presence lit the void, overwhelming the silence with warmth and fury. Where Destruction was Death, she was t
Life. Where he was malice, she was love.
Her name… was Creation.
And she was furious.
"Destruction ," she hissed, her voice carrying the weight of eternity, "you mock my child again."
Destruction spat, the taste of shattered divinity lingering in his mouth. His form flickered, parts of his shadowy body dissipating into nothingness. "You dare strike me?! Do you realize what you've done? Because of you, my divinity leaked! Hundreds of galaxies were just destroyed!"
Creation's eyes burned like suns. "Then you should thank me I didn't hit you harder."
Without hesitation, she raised her fist again. Power gathered at her knuckles, raw creation energy that could birth new universes—or end old ones.
Destruction 's eyes widened. He could feel it. One more strike, and even he might not recover. He opened his mouth to shout, to flee—
But before the blow could land, another presence intervened.
A calm, steady hand gripped Creation's wrist.
"Enough."
The void stilled. The chaos subsided. The raging shockwaves froze in place, like glass shards suspended midair.
A third figure stepped forward, cloaked not in shadow nor light, but in an aura that radiated absolute balance. His presence neither burned nor suffocated. It stabilized.
This was Protection.
The only being who could stand between Creation and Destruction without being obliterated.
"Let go of me, Protection!" Creation snarled, her anger unrelenting. "He blocked my message. My hidden words to Ank never reached him!" And making fun of my Ank ,sharing his struggling video to some group that hate my Ank.
Destruction blinked, then grinned despite his bruises. "Message? What message? Oh, you mean those little whispers of encouragement you try to slip past me? Ha ha ha! I erased them. The boy doesn't need your pity."
Creation lunged, but Protection tightened his grip. "Enough!" His voice was calm, but it rang with the authority of law itself. "Both of you sit."
With a wave of his hand, three enormous thrones materialized in the middle of the void. Crafted of pure cosmic essence, they radiated equal parts destruction, creation, and protection—an uneasy balance of forces.
Protection gestured, and Destruction found himself shoved into one seat by unseen force. Creation resisted for a heartbeat, glaring at Destruction , but at last she obeyed and sat down.
Only then did Protection release a sigh. He waved his hand once more, and like an artist repainting a canvas, he restored the damage Destruction 's leaking divinity had caused. Galaxies reformed, stars reignited, worlds reborn as if nothing had ever happened.
Silence settled.
Finally, Protection turned his gaze to Creation. His tone was calm, but his words carried iron. "Why did you strike Destruction ?"
Creation's voice trembled with restrained fury. "Because he is blocking my hidden message. I tried to send him guidance—just a few words, a hint, a warning. Destruction intercepted it. He mocks my child while erasing the only hope I can give him."
Her fists clenched on the armrest of her throne. "He suffers enough. The quests break him, his body bleeds, his spirit shatters. And now even my hidden messages are blocked." Her eyes blazed, tears of wrath and helplessness mixed in. "What kind of monster laughs at such pain?"
Destruction chuckled, resting his chin on one shadowy hand. "A monster like me. His suffering is entertainment, Creation. Every drop of blood he spills, every bone he breaks—it's comedy to me. And do you know the best part?" His grin widened. "You can't stop it. You can't interfere with mortals. All you can do is watch, just like the rest of us. The only difference is, you cry while I laugh."
Creation surged to her feet, divine energy flooding the void again. "I will tear you apart!"
But Protection's voice boomed: "Sit."
The command reverberated like the sound of a gavel in the highest court. Creation froze, her body trembling, then sank back into her throne, her fury barely restrained.
Destruction smirked, emboldened by Protection's restraint on her. "See? Even balance is tired of your tantrums. Ank is doomed, Creation. He will crawl, he will break, and he will die. And when he does, we will all laugh—together."
But for the first time, Destruction noticed something strange. Creation wasn't simply angry. She was desperate. Her fury wasn't just wrath—it was fear.
To lose her child… they all knew Ank's death was impossible. In the universe, there was no one who could kill Ank.
Even if Creation, Protection, and Destruction unleashed all their power together… Ank would survive.
Because the universe itself favored him.
No one knew why the universe liked Ank.
But one thing was certain: the universe would protect him, no matter what.
Her gaze lowered, her voice dropping into a whisper. "You don't understand. That message… it wasn't guidance. It wasn't to comfort him."
Destruction tilted his head. "Oh? Then what was it?"
Protection's eyes narrowed. Even he, calm and unmoved, leaned forward.
Creation closed her eyes, her hands trembling. "It was a warning."
The void fell silent. Even Destruction 's grin faltered for a heartbeat.
"What… kind of warning?" Protection asked quietly.
Creation's lips parted, but before she could speak, the fabric of reality itself quivered—like a curtain about to be torn. A sound, faint but growing, echoed through the void.
A voice.
A mortal's voice.
"—gh…"
It was someone whose destiny was linked with Ank—someone who could become Ank's greatest enemy, or his greatest ally. All would be decided in the future.
But one thing was certain: when their paths crossed, something so vast would occur that it could unbalance the entire universe.
For a single instant, the person's weary murmur bled into the divine realm, as though the boundary between mortal and god had cracked.
Creation's eyes widened. She turned sharply toward the source, her expression fierce. Destruction froze, his laughter dying on his lips. Protection's calm wavered.
And then—silence. The connection snapped shut.
The three gods sat in their thrones, the weight of what had just occurred pressing heavily over them.
Creation whispered, her voice filled with dread:
"He is coming for Ank.
I must protect him."