Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 553: War Of God 4

Ares was sealed within a towering glacier of crystal frost, his massive frame suspended in layers of translucent ice. For a brief moment, the battlefield remained utterly silent, as though even the wind feared to disturb the frozen monument.

Then a faint tremor ran through the glacier.

Crack. Another. Crack—crack—CRAAACK!

A deep crimson glow began to pulse from within the ice, like molten magma building beneath a mountain. Divine war-fire surged violently through the frozen prison, veins of red light spreading outward in jagged fractures.

Ares’ eyes ignited, burning like molten metal beneath the encasing frost.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN FREEZE A GOD OF WAR?!"

His roar detonated from within the glacier. With one brutal flex of his divine body.

BOOOOM!!

The entire ice structure exploded outward in a violent shockwave of fire and fury. Shards of crystal frost scattered across the plains like shattered stars, melting instantly under the surge of war-flames.

Ares stepped forward from the collapsing glacier, steam rising from his armor as divine heat clashed against lingering frost. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as rage consumed him.

The Godslayer Spear blazed brighter than before, Zeus’s divine enchantments spiraling along its length in violent arcs of lightning.

His armor was cracked. His stance is slightly unsteady. His pride was wounded. But his fury—absolute.

"THIS ISN’T OVER, SHARKY!"

The war-aura surrounding him flared skyward, turning the clouds above into a vortex of red and gold lightning.

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Far away in Olympus, Zeus rose slowly from his throne.

He had felt it—the explosion of frost that rippled through realms. He had seen Ares’ divine signature flicker dangerously close to collapse before surging back to life.

Zeus’s jaw tightened.

"So... the mortal toy is stronger than expected."

His fingers curled around a bolt of lightning that crackled impatiently in his palm.

"If Ares fails again..."

His gaze darkened, storm clouds forming within his eyes.

"...then I will intervene."

Around him, the gathered gods exchanged uneasy glances. Murmurs spread across the hall like a rising tide of dread.

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Back in Asgard, the battlefield lay buried beneath layers of crystal frost.

Sharky stood at the center of the frozen plains, his icy aura slowly settling as he surveyed the aftermath. Dozens of Ares’ monstrous creatures remained trapped within the ice, yet many were already beginning to twitch violently. Cracks spread through their frozen prisons as war-energy flared desperately within them, attempting to break free.

Sharky’s gaze remained calm.

"Electronic X," he murmured.

The Ultivalortrix pulsed once more.

The frost surrounding him dissipated in swirling vapors, replaced instantly by a violent surge of electrical energy. Brilliant arcs of lightning crawled across his skin, illuminating his figure in white-blue brilliance. His body seemed to hum with power, every movement accompanied by a crackling current.

When he spoke again, his voice vibrated like charged thunder.

"Let’s end this cleanup."

He raised his hand.

ZWAAAAAAP—!!!

A titanic surge of electricity erupted outward in a sweeping wave, tearing across the battlefield like a storm unleashed. Lightning veins spread through the frozen ground, igniting the air itself.

The monsters still encased in ice shattered instantly, their frozen bodies exploding into fragments beneath the overwhelming voltage. Those who had managed to crack free were struck mid-motion, convulsing violently before being reduced to ash. The earth scorched black beneath branching arcs of lightning, while the sky above flashed repeatedly in blinding white-blue bursts.

Within seconds, Ares’ once-formidable army was reduced to a handful of trembling survivors.

Seeing the tide turn completely, Odin raised Gungnir high and roared, his voice echoing across the plains.

"Only a handful remain! Drive them back!"

The Valkyries descended from the sky in radiant formation, their wings cutting through the storm-lit air. Asgardian warriors rallied with renewed courage, charging forward with thunderous battle cries. Sif led the advance, her blazing sword carving arcs of fire through the remaining enemies. Hela followed close behind, releasing waves of dark death-magic that sliced through flesh and spirit alike.

Together, they overwhelmed what little remained of Ares’ forces.

The final beast staggered, let out one last distorted roar, and dissolved into dust upon the scorched earth.

Silence fell once more.

The frozen mist slowly lifted from the plains.

Asgard stood victorious.

And every warrior present knew the truth. The tide of war had turned because Sharky had stood alone at its center.

Sharky slowly turned toward Ares.

The electrical aura that had cloaked him moments earlier faded, just as Crystal Freeze had before. Yet though no visible power radiated wildly from his body, the ground beneath his feet trembled with every step he took.

Each footfall carried unbearable pressure.

Ares swallowed.

For the first time since the war began, a thin thread of fear crept into the heart of the God of War.

Sharky’s voice was calm—so calm it felt colder than any frost.

"You hurt my wives."

He continued walking.

Another step.

The sky above crackled violently, thunderclouds swirling in response to the invisible force gathering around him.

"You invaded my home."

He stopped only a few feet away from Ares.

The God of War instinctively raised the Godslayer Spear, but his grip betrayed him—his hands were trembling.

Sharky leaned forward slightly, his eyes steady.

"Now... it’s just you and me."

"Protonix," he murmured.

In an instant, nuclear brilliance ignited within him. Invisible radiation fields spread outward like expanding halos. Atomic particles vibrated violently in the air. The faint hum of reactor-based energy thrummed beneath his skin, granting him flight and catastrophic explosive potential in every motion.

Ares roared and charged, unwilling to yield.

The Zeus-forged spear tore through the air, lightning exploding around its tip. Each step he took detonated the ground beneath him, sending shockwaves across the fractured plains.

Sharky simply raised one hand.

CLAAAAANG—!!!

The spear collided with his palm.

The impact generated a shockwave so violent that mountains in the distance trembled. Asgardian towers cracked under the pressure. Lightning storms detonated overhead. Warriors on both sides were thrown off their feet as the air itself screamed.

Ares stared in disbelief.

"How... how are you blocking a god’s spear WITH YOUR HAND?!"

Sharky’s lips curved slightly. "I’ve held far deadlier things."

He pushed forward.

The simple motion forced Ares backward. The War God’s boots carved deep trenches into the earth as he struggled to resist. Muscles bulged. Divine veins flared. Lightning writhed around his armor.

But he was being overpowered. Ares’ eyes widened.

In that terrifying instant, he realized the truth, Sharky was not even using one percent of his power.

Rage consumed Ares completely.

Divine veins flared across his body, glowing like molten fissures beneath his skin. Flames roared outward from the wounds Sharky had inflicted, not weakening him—but feeding him. His muscles swelled violently, tripling in size as war-energy condensed around him. The Godslayer Spear ignited in a blazing crimson aura, transforming into a pillar of pure Blood-War energy.

The air trembled.

Ares ascended into his War Berserker God Mode.

"I AM WAR! I AM BATTLE! I AM UNSTOPPABLE!!"

His roar tore through the heavens. In the next instant, he moved. Faster than lightning.

The terrain disintegrated beneath his charge. Craters formed with every step. Firestorms erupted in spiraling columns. Tornadoes of red energy twisted violently across the plains. The sky turned blood-crimson as war-intent saturated the atmosphere.

He unleashed everything.

War Shockwaves detonated outward in layered blasts. Rage-Flame slashes tore across the air like burning crescents. Spears forged from condensed fear hurled toward Sharky in relentless succession. Thunder-War combinations chained together, each strike building upon the last in catastrophic rhythm.

The land beneath them transformed into a burning wasteland.

Yet, Sharky stood unmoved. His expression did not change. He simply watched.

Ares lunged again, pouring every ounce of berserker fury into a final spear thrust—

And Sharky spoke softly. "Titanus."

The nuclear brilliance of Protonix vanished instantly.

Then—

BOOOOOOOM—!!!

Sharky’s body began to grow. Ten feet. Twenty. Fifty. Two hundred.

He stabilized at a colossal height, towering over the battlefield like a living titan, a kaiju of unbreakable flesh and cosmic authority. His skin hardened into plated living armor. Veins pulsed with molten energy. His eyes glowed white with overwhelming force.

Gravity itself bent subtly around him.

Ares staggered back, dwarfed.

"W-what... what ARE you?!"

Sharky’s voice rolled across the battlefield like thunder across mountains.

"Your punishment, Ares."

In one motion, he reached down and seized Ares by the torso as though grasping a ragdoll.

Then he slammed him downward.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The impact split the continent. Shockwaves rippled across Asgard, mountains trembling in the distance.

Before Ares could recover, Sharky hurled him skyward. The War God ascended helplessly, armor cracked, spear spinning from his grip.

Sharky leapt upward, matching his height effortlessly in midair.

Then he punched him back down. Like a meteor.

Ares crashed into the earth in a blazing explosion, carving a burning crater miles wide.

When the dust cleared, he barely managed to rise. His breath ragged. His aura flickering.

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Meanwhile with the Olympus throne hall, golden pillars vibrated as cracks spread faintly across divine marble. Zeus stood from his throne, his expression dark as storm clouds gathered within his eyes.

He could feel it. Ares’ divine aura was collapsing.

"So... Ares is losing."

His voice echoed low across the silent chamber. "I ordered the Olympians not to interfere. But if Ares falls... war itself destabilizes."

He slowly raised his thunderbolt. At once, the heavens responded.

A colossal storm formed across the cosmos. Lightning spiraled through layers of space. Clouds thick as mountains churned above realms. The divine authority of Olympus began to descend.

"I must stop him," Zeus murmured. "The mortal who became a monster..."

Space twisted around him as he prepared to teleport.

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Back on Asgard’s shattered plains, Sharky stood in his Titanus form, towering like a living cataclysm. Flames pulsed through the molten veins beneath his armored skin. His massive shadow stretched across the battlefield, swallowing the crater where Ares lay barely conscious.

The God of War struggled to rise. His armor was shattered. His spear lay broken at his side. His aura flickered weakly like a dying flame.

Sharky lifted one colossal hand. He intended to end it. To end the nuisance forever. But before his strike could fall.

A blinding column of lightning descended from the heavens.

KRAKADOOMMMMM—!!!

Divine thunder detonated upon the battlefield, vaporizing ice and flame alike. The ground exploded outward in molten arcs as the sky split open.

From within the lightning, Zeus materialized.

He stepped forward slowly, thunder coiling around him like living serpents. Each movement pushed the air aside in visible shockwaves. The sheer pressure of his presence bent the surrounding terrain.

His gaze locked onto Sharky.

"I think you have punished Ares enough," Zeus said, his voice layered with cosmic authority. "Now let him go."

Sharky’s massive Titanus eyes narrowed, white glow intensifying.

"He sent his son to kidnap my child," Sharky replied, his thunderous voice shaking mountains. "He hurt my wife. There is no ’punished enough.’ I will kill him."

Zeus tightened his grip on the thunderbolt in his hand. Lightning intensified around its blade, crackling with catastrophic potential.

"If you strike Ares one more time..." Zeus said coldly, "...you challenge Olympus."

Sharky’s colossal fists clenched, molten energy surging violently through his veins.

"Then Olympus," he answered without hesitation, "should prepare."