Chapter 160: Ultimate Crisis
Only in this moment did GOD realize that His earlier assumption—that King's Adaptation had hit its limit—was nothing more than a calculated deception by King.
King had deliberately suppressed his Adaptation, leading GOD into a fatal misjudgment, all while preparing for this final, crushing counterstroke.
The two clashed again, but this time, the momentum of the battle had shifted completely.
GOD lunged at King, His fists transforming into a blurring storm of afterimages. In the span of a single heartbeat, He unleashed nearly a thousand punches.
Every strike carried enough kinetic force to shatter a planetary crust. Under normal circumstances, this barrage would have turned a planet into cosmic gravel.
However, facing these world-breaking fists, King didn't even flinch. He didn't dodge, nor did he assume a defensive stance. He simply let GOD attack.
As the thousands of hits connected, GOD's confidence was replaced by a growing, cold terror.
Why... why can't my attacks hurt him...? Why does it feel like every blow is falling into a void...?
The sensation was bizarre.
It didn't feel like His punches were being blocked or tanked; it felt like they weren't even "hitting." It was as if the power within His fists was being totally nullified upon contact.
Wait. Nullified? Immune?!
A thought struck GOD, making His non-existent scalp tingle.
Don't tell me he's become immune to my attacks?!
Before GOD could process the implications, King struck back. A fist, heavy with highly compressed Vitality, smashed directly into GOD's face.
BOOM!
GOD was sent spinning like a top through the vacuum. Before He could even stabilize His flight, King teleported beside Him.
Another storm of heavy, authoritative punches followed. The black-and-gold armor on GOD's body began to fracture and flake away, and the galaxy-nebula that served as His face showed signs of collapsing.
GOD tried to counter-attack, but His blows hit King without even creating a ripple. In return, King seized every opening to hit Him even harder.
Two streaks of crimson light shuttled through the void, but GOD couldn't shake King off. He was being pummeled into a state of mental disarray by the rapid, heavy blows. The cracks across His form grew deeper and more numerous.
As King's fist whistled toward His head again, GOD was forced to cross His arms in a desperate block. A shield of shimmering, chaotic colors manifested in front of Him.
Vitality collided with Divine Essence. GOD's shield didn't even last 0.1 seconds before it was detonated. The punch followed through, burying itself deep into that starry nebula-face.
"Gah!"
GOD groaned as He was launched backward once more.
Finally managing to steady Himself in the void, He hovered unsteadily, only to see sparkling, starry debris falling through His field of vision.
What is this...?
GOD instinctively reached up to touch His face, His fingers meeting a sensation of warmth.
Probing further, He felt something impossible: hair. And the sticky, metallic wetness of fresh, crimson blood.
King arrived in front of Him once more, but this time He didn't strike immediately. Instead, he observed the deity with a look of predatory curiosity.
"Oh? You actually got punched awake? How much longer are you going to let this thing pilot your body, Garou?"
In King's vision, the heavy punches to GOD's head had shattered half of the starry mask. A single, human eye—belonging to Garou—had re-emerged from beneath the cosmic void.
What?!
Alarm bells shrieked in GOD's mind. Simultaneously, a roar of pure fury erupted within His consciousness.
[GET THE HELL OUT! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, DARING TO OCCUPY MY BODY?!]
GOD plunged His awareness into the mindscape and encountered a raging soul.
This human soul was tiny compared to His own, yet it possessed a perfect, absolute harmony with the surrounding consciousness. GOD felt a massive wave of rejection, making it difficult to maintain motor control over the body.
This is bad. The host has awakened.
Although Garou's human soul was technically "weak" compared to a deity, GOD was an interloper—an invader. This mindscape was Garou's home turf.
With the "home-field advantage," while Garou couldn't necessarily kick GOD out yet, his internal rebellion would drastically cripple GOD's combat effectiveness.
This was a nightmare scenario. King was already a massive problem on the outside, and now He had to deal with Garou's sabotage from the inside.
I'm in deep trouble...
The biggest issue was that King was still getting stronger through Adaptation, while GOD could no longer copy his stats. The numerical gap was widening by the millisecond.
But more importantly, this wasn't even about stats anymore. His attacks were dealing zero damage. That was a mechanic, not a number.
Recalling King's earlier claim about "adapting to the whole planet," GOD arrived at a conclusion so absurd it made Him feel sick.
This guy... has he already adapted to MY very existence?
If that were true, it would explain everything.
If King had adapted to GOD Himself, then any attack He unleashed would be met with 100% immunity.
This is a literal cheat code!
Realizing this, GOD felt a sense of unprecedented frustration. To be played like this by a lower-dimensional being...
FCK!*
GOD was now facing total collapse from both within and without. Externally, King was hunting Him like a predator. Internally, Garou's soul was waging a civil war for control.
Furthermore, His strongest remaining general, Solar Sperm, had been turned into a house-pet by that rule-breaking Baldy. He couldn't even recycle that 30% of Divine Power.
In this moment, even as a self-proclaimed Supreme Being, He felt the cold touch of an ultimate crisis.
GOD. IS. IN. DANGER.
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