The God of Underworld-Chapter 32: The Stars and The Sky

"Disappear with the clap of thunder!!"

The battlefield trembled as Zeus unleashed his fury.

A roar of thunder tore through the skies, and in the next instant, a torrential storm of lightning rained down upon the Titan’s army.

Columns of divine electricity struck the ground, reducing entire squadrons of divine spirits to ash. The air crackled with power, the very sky illuminated with the overwhelming might of Zeus.

Crius, the Titan of Constellations, raised his hand, summoning his own celestial power.

From the night sky, the constellations themselves began to move.

Luminous lines of divine energy connected the stars, forming giant celestial beasts—Ursa Major, Leo, and Draco—who descended onto the battlefield, roaring as they charged toward Zeus’ forces.

Crius narrowed his eyes as he observed the storm-wreathed god before him.

Three years ago, this boy was nothing. A mere insect. A child pretending to be a god. But now...

Now, this child was a threat.

Zeus’ strength had grown exponentially, his divine aura so thick that the air itself felt heavier around him.

Crius gritted his teeth.

"Just how are you able to grow to this extent, you whelp..."

Zeus grinned, his eyes crackling with electricity. "As the ruler of skies, isn’t it given for me to grow this strong? Besides, the way you use your authority is terrible. I know someone far better than you at doing it."

The Titan’s lips curled into a slight frown.

He knew someone better than him? That’s impossible. He was chosen to be a Pillar Titan simply because he was one of the strongest.

When it comes to his domain, there was no one who can match him.

Wait.

There is one.

Astra—

Zeus appeared right in front of him.

"What—?!" Crius barely had time to react before Zeus grabbed his face in one swift, violent motion.

The impact shattered the air, a sonic boom rippling through the battlefield as Zeus launched himself upward, dragging Crius along with him.

The Titan’s body whipped through the air like a ragdoll, the force of Zeus’ grip distorting the space around them.

Crius struggled, but Zeus’ grip was like an unbreakable vice.

In mere moments, they broke through the clouds.

Then, they went past the troposphere.

Higher—higher—

Until they reached the boundary of the world.

The exosphere.

A place where no mortal, no lesser god could exist.

Where the earth’s laws of reality began to crumble, and only the most powerful of gods and Titans could withstand the divine pressure.

A place once ruled by the Promordial God, Uranus, but has long since become unstable after his "death".

Crius’ body hovered in the void, the stars of the cosmos shining around them, an endless sea of constellations and celestial wonders.

Zeus released his grip, letting Crius float in the void.

Then, he crossed his arms and smirked.

"If we fought down there, it would’ve been bad for my troops." His eyes glowed like miniature suns. "But here? We can go all out."

Crius remained silent.

His celestial eyes studied Zeus, his mind racing. ’How did he do that? How did he grab me—how did he move so fast that I couldn’t even react? Just what sort of training did he went through to be this strong?’

Crius clenched his fists. Then, slowly, he began to smile. "Interesting. You said you know someone whose authority is better than mine? What a coincidence, I happen to know one too. He’s just way too recluse that I completely forgot about him."

Zeus cracked his neck, "Is the one you’re talking about has a really sexy wife and breathtakingly beautiful daughter?"

"Last I heard, yes."

"Then we’re probably talking about the same person."

Crius smirked maliciously, "Good. I happen to have a score to settle with that guy."

The stars around them shimmered.

Constellations shifted.

And the Titan of Constellations let out a slow, exhaled breath.

"Come at me, God of Thunder." His voice carried the weight of an entire cosmos. "Let us see how much did you learn from him."

"Oh, I will show you alright."

Zeus smirked, extending his arm to the side and grpped the emtpy space, a beat later, his divine weapon, Thunderbolt appeared on his hand.

Electricity danced along his skin, his fiery eyes gleaming with divine energy. The mere presence of his power caused ripples in the cosmic fabric.

Crius, the Titan of Constellations, remained still, his expression unreadable. His body pulsed with the power of the stars, and his celestial robes fluttered as the constellations behind him shifted and aligned.

Then...

A spark.

In a single instant, Zeus moved.

The sound of a deafening thunderclap echoed through the void as he disappeared, a streak of golden lightning tearing through the darkness of space.

Crius’ eyes widened.

"Fast!"

He barely had time to react.

BOOM!

A fist wreathed in divine lightning crashed into his jaw, sending him hurtling backward. The impact sent shockwaves through space, distorting the very stars.

Crius gritted his teeth as he twisted in the air, regaining control.

"You really are strong." Crius admitted, rubbing his jaw.

Zeus grinned. "Naturally. I am the god of sky, the King of the Gods."

Crius narrowed his eyes. "You really are arrogant for a mere godling."

Zeus didn’t deny it.

He is arrogant. So what? He has enough power to be arrogant!

With a flick of his wrist, the Thunderbolt hummed with power, crackling with lightning so intense that it burned through the fabric of reality.

And then, with a grin, he threw it.

The moment he did, the very space ignited, turning into a storm of divine flames and plasma. The Thunderbolt pierced through space itself, distorting the constellations as it roared toward Crius.

The titan reacted instantly.

The stars around him shone brighter, and in an instant, they rearranged—forming a barrier of pure celestial energy in front of him.

Zeus’ attack struck, and the cosmos screamed.

A deafening explosion of light erupted as the Thunderbolt collided with the celestial barrier. The very fabric of space-time rippled, and countless stars were extinguished in the resulting shockwave.

Crius gritted his teeth.

"The power behind his strikes... It’s absurd!"

But he wasn’t done yet. The Titan’s eyes burned with cosmic fire.

"Don’t you dare underestimate a Titan!"

The moment he said that, the constellations shifted again.

The stars behind him merged, forming something massive—a celestial spear forged from the very essence of the cosmos. freēwēbnovel.com

Crius grabbed it, eyes glaring viciously at Zeus as he hurled the spear towards him.

The moment it left his hand, the spear shattered space itself.

Zeus’ eyes widened.

The attack was faster than anything he had ever seen.

But, he had fought fast enemies before.

So, he reacted.

Lightning erupted from his body, and he twisted, dodging at the last possible second.

Or so he thought.

The moment the celestial spear passed him, space itself rippled and bent—and suddenly, the spear was behind him, curving toward his back.

"What the hell?!"

Surprised, he wasn’t able to react as the spear pierced through his side, burning with the cold fury of a thousand stars.

"GAAAHH!" Zeus screamed, ichor spilling into the void.

Crius smirked. "Hurts doesn’t it?"

Zeus gritted his teeth. His wound burned, but—He had felt worse. The pain of humiliation and defeat that burned him three years ago was far worse than what he’s feeling now.

With a savage roar, he clenched his fist, and the lightning around his body exploded outward, turning the darkness of space into a sea of golden thunder.

The cosmic spear disintegrated.

And Zeus charged again.

This time, Crius was ready.

They clashed, lightning against stars, god against Titan.

Each strike shattered stars, each movement distorted space.

Zeus was fast.

Crius was precise.

Zeus aimed to overwhelm.

Crius aimed to endure.

Lightning burned through the cosmos as Zeus swung his Thunderbolt, the power behind each strike causing the heavens to tremble.

Crius dodged and countered, striking with the precision of a master, his celestial spear weaving through the storm like a shooting star.

Zeus’ muscles screamed with pain.

Crius’ endurance began to falter.

They were evenly matched.

But then, Zeus decided to end it. He took a deep breath, ignoring the pain, ignoring the exhaustion.

And he summoned everything he had.

"Let’s see if you can handle this!"

Crius felt it before he saw it. The stars began to tremble. The constellations shifted uncontrollably. And the cosmos itself seemed to bend under Zeus’ will.

Then...

A solar storm ignited.

"The old man was annoying, but he’s really a great teacher." Zeus grinned as the solar storm burned with cosmic fury.

The sky is more than just lightning and rain.

Crius’ eyes widened in horror.

The fabric of space was burning. Countless solar flares erupted, twisting and writhing like serpents of fire.

A storm of pure, raw energy, fueled by the might of a thousand dying stars, descended upon him.

Crius tried to escape—but it was too late.

The storm swallowed him whole.

For a moment, he could feel it.

The heat of a billion suns. The weight of the cosmos crushing him.

And then, nothing.

Crius, Titan of Constellations, was gone.

Erased in the storm of Zeus’ making.

The battle was over.

But, Zeus himself was barely standing.

His body was covered in wounds, his divine ichor drifting into space. His breathing was ragged, his vision blurred.

He staggered in space, panting.

"Damn it... that took more out of me than I thought..."

But, he had won.

And as he stared at the fading remnants of Crius...

He grinned.