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[C.G] Ch 232: The Void True God (Gold)
🕑 Added 2025-08-31 16:54:31 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
Treeborn World
"Perfect, I'll get started right away."
Hearing Veyron explain his intentions, Larentia agreed with a delighted nod.
The moment her voice fell, Veyron sensed something vast pressing against his will. By itself it wasn't all that strong, but right now it carried an inexplicable majesty—an entire world's will connecting with his own.
It was the will of Treeborn World itself.
Months ago, before he had even awakened the full brilliance of his Soul Light," Larentia had already asked him to let Treeborn World truly acknowledge him as its monarch.
Back then, guided by the faint instincts of his newly budding Soul Light, Veyron chose not to give her an immediate answer.
But just now, after shattering the barriers of essence, authority, and origin all in one breath, his Soul Light finally told him it was time. He could accept Larentia's request on behalf of the entire world.
To the seven million Pure Ones, he was already the Savior. To the world itself, he was its future, its source of continuation.
Now that he no longer resisted the idea of becoming Treeborn World's monarch, nothing stood in the way.
With the mantle of "World Monarch" settling upon him, his awareness shifted in an instant. His perspective rose to a height from which he could see the entire Treeborn World at once.
It wasn't like scanning with Divine Will. This view was instinctive, high-dimensional—a natural way of perceiving.
"What's inside the world is one thing. But what about… outside?"
At that thought, his gaze turned outward—away from the world's interior and toward the void where the still-young World Tree had rooted itself.
Just as Larentia had once explained, it was the ultimate nothingness where all concepts—time, space, distance—ceased to apply.
Aside from pure "emptiness," the only thing visible was the occasional surge of chaotic void currents, rising and subsiding without reason.
He reached toward one of those currents, catching it with the Soul Light before it dissipated.
The chaos condensed in his hand, reshaping itself into a weapon—a pair of platinum pistols, each with a dagger fixed beneath the barrel.
That design… Desert Eagle—Godslayer Version?
With a casual motion, he stuffed the pistol—capable of jamming not just five but even more bullets—into a red envelope and tossed it into the chat group.
Veyron suddenly understood how the will of that other world—Highschool of the Dead's—had managed to fish up that crate of T-virus samples which brought about an actual end-of-the-world scenario.
Wait. Hold on.
The dimensional chat group's shop—ever since Shiroyasha and Esdeath joined, it refreshed up to 512 new items each time—and even the gacha function… could it be the same thing?
The thought clicked, and honestly, it didn't seem impossible. Still, Veyron forced himself to shelve the curiosity for now.
Compared to questions that—even if answered—wouldn't change anything, there was something more practical to focus on:
The reason his Soul Light had warned him not to accept Larentia's request too soon.
Now, he understood.
Perhaps it was the void's tolerance toward any will that could truly touch it.
He could feel it now—outside the world. That boundless void, which should have contained not just Treeborn, but also Marvel, DC, Little Garden, One Piece, One Punch Man, and countless other universes—welcomed him warmly.
No resistance, no defenses, just an open welcome.
An instinct whispered to him that this kind of "tolerance" would only happen once. Whether it was world-wills, living beings, or any other kind of will, they'd only ever get one chance.
And with that realization, a daring thought surged in his mind.
Why not use this chance… to become a true cosmic god?
Such a god who had carved their path into the multiverse's essence would gain authority beyond comprehension—the ability to manipulate energy, command time and space. Even if their mortal shell was destroyed, as long as the imprint on the multiverse remained, they could return endlessly.
…Well, technically, his power wasn't strong enough, and his traits were still lacking — not to mention he had no essence of the multiverse to leave such a mark.
But wasn't this void even broader—containing infinite multiverses without end?
Hunter × Hunter, Bleach, Naruto, Black Clover, Jujutsu Kaisen… all with their own unique systems.
And beyond them, there had to exist a true multiverse of free essence—unbound, limitless.
"Relax… I'll just dip my toes in…"
His will, already reaching into the void, muttered nonsense to itself as, deep within his sea of consciousness, the golden Soul Light began burning brighter, dyeing the once-dark ocean in radiant gold.
And then, under its pressure, a golden mark was left behind—etched directly into the void.
[The Void True God (Gold)]
[Void True God (Gold): One who has grasped the essence of the Void, engraving their essence upon its fabric. The potential of a True Cosmic-level existence.]
Staring at the newly gained trait, Veyron couldn't help the grin tugging at his lips.
"Master?"
Back in reality, as his will returned, Larentia's tone had already shifted—now addressing him with the reverence due to the acknowledged Monarch of the World.
"You did well."
He gave her a look, and Larentia understood instantly. She sank to her knees before him, offering the purest, most primal tribute to celebrate the birth of her World Monarch.
And the core of her world?
Her very body, like the others, had been designed from birth for one purpose: to give a man the greatest pleasure. And luckily for Veyron, he had entered a world built exactly for that.
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An hour later
Larentia lay on the ground, every hole filled and overflowing. She looked on the verge of blacking out from pleasure.
"Hmm..."
Veyron, satisfied with his first victory but still fully erect, let his thoughts stir.
In that instant, the Dark Elf Queen Olga—along with High Elf Celestine, Dawn Knight Commander Claudia, Princess Knight Alicia, the maid Chloe, Priestess Prim, Shrine Maiden Kaguya, the halfling Lulu, mercenary Maia… and dozens of other elves, dark elves, halflings, shrine maidens, and nuns under their command—were all brought before him.
With the World Tree's flow of time adjusted to move differently from the outside, Veyron spread his dominion, indulging himself in what could only be called a corrupted feast.
The moment all these women arrived and saw Larentia's state, the rules of Lust already gnawing at them pushed the gathering straight into chaos.
Speaking of Lust…
Maybe he should visit the original world—before the recollection of the World Tree. The original Kuroinu world. What had really happened there? And who was that so-called evil god of lust?
Bounding the Dark Elf Queen, Olga—her eyes already rolling back in pleasure—he also created clones for Celestine, Claudia, and some others. Every sensation flooded into him at once, a wave of overwhelming satisfaction.
And then began the filling…
It was a long night. well... nights.
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