Call for help?
Inside the stone core compressed to its limit by his own laws, the God of Mountains and Gravity could barely form a coherent thought.
His mind, his will, even his instinct for existence as a god, had been crushed by his own gravity into the same chaotic mush as his Divine Kingdom.
Call whom?
Summon a Subordinate God like the Lord of Plague and watch a farcical civil war directed by the [Tyrant]?
Or summon an ally like the Lies Overlord and be burned alive by the "truth" he had set alight with [Burn to Ash]?
Every option was a one-way road to a different hell.
That man, that being named Qin Chuan, had not come to fight.
He had come to set the rules.
Within the Void under his sway, any resistance would become part of his script and meet its end in an even more spectacular fashion.
Fear could no longer describe the God of Mountains' state.
It was a complete denial of the meaning of his own existence.
After countless millions of years, the solidity of "mountains" and the crushing weight of "gravity" he had mastered seemed laughable and powerless before the other man's casual pull of a trigger.
No.
This could not go on.
A thought struggled free from the chaotic mush of his consciousness.
If he could not fight back, he would take his defense to the absolute limit!
If Qin Chuan wanted to toy with him, he would become something Qin Chuan could neither toy with nor break. An absolute existence!
Humm—
The stone core, no bigger than a fist yet heavy enough to crush spacetime, began its final transformation.
It released no more ripples. Instead, it collapsed inward with a frenzy, devouring everything within itself.
The countless mountains of his