"You will be called Nexus," Sunny declared. With his single command, the formless black slime pulsed, and a single, nascent consciousness opened its eyes to the crumbling reality around it.

It bowed its new, formless self in reverence to its creator. Sunny explained its monumental task: to become the new heart of this realm, to bind it together and hold it back from the brink of oblivion.

Nexus nodded, and its body dissolved, not into nothingness, but into everything. It flowed into the ground, becoming a network of black, stabilizing veins that spread through the very foundations of the Realm of Advancement, its will now one with the land, water, and air.

"I should return," Sunny said, glancing at his rapidly dwindling faith. He stepped back through the portal into the serene quiet of his God space.

"Cerberus," he called. Within seconds, the hulking, three-headed hound of the Netherworld materialized before him.

Sunny handed him the screaming, terrified soul of Floro. "Add this one to the deepest level of Hell," he commanded, casting a simple restriction on the soul to ensure it could never challenge its new jailer.

As Cerberus dragged the traitor's soul into the abyss, Sunny let out a long sigh, his thoughts drifting. "Love truly makes one blind," he murmured.

He thought of Floro, the obsessed fool whose jealousy had costed the lives of every God. But his gaze then fell to the small, green token in his hand, the one engraved with the name 'Adam'.

This token was not just a key; it was a relic of a love story so profound it had ended in cosmic tragedy. "What a lucky fellow he is," he whispered, a hint of envy in his voice for a love he had only ever read about in novels.

He sighed again and opened a portal, this one leading to a realm of pure, tranquil light. He stepped through into Heaven.

The realm had grown. Where there had once been a few thousand peaceful souls, now there was a galaxy of them, each one a gentle, shining soul with pure joy

. The cost of maintaining this paradise, he could feel, was immense.

He scanned the sea of souls and found the one he was looking for. "Adam."

The wandering soul, whose light had been dimming with each passing century, turned. His form was now so translucent that Sunny could see the other souls of Heaven through him, a dying ember in a sky full of stars.

"Oh, Cosmos. What are you doing here?" Adam said, his voice weak but friendly. "You should have just called me to your God space."

"Don't worry about the cost. I have a gift for you," Sunny said, holding out the green token.

Adam looked at it, his ethereal brow furrowed in confusion. "What is this?" he asked.

As a powerless soul, he could not sense the divine aura of Freya that clung to it. But the moment his fingers touched it, a jolt; not of power, but of pure, heart-wrenching familiarity shot through his entire being.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew the feeling. It was the feeling of home, of a missing piece of his soul he hadn't known was gone.

His ethereal eyes, for the first time in a million years, began to weep, tears of starlight tracing paths down his ghostly face.

"Why… why do I feel like something I lost ages ago has finally come back to me?" he whispered.

Sunny just smiled and remained silent, letting his old friend have this moment. 'No matter how blind love is,' he thought, 'it is still beautiful.'

Finally, after several long minutes, Adam composed himself. "What is this, Cosmos?" he asked again, his voice trembling.

"It is a token," Sunny explained gently. "A token of love, you could say." He then quickly corrected himself, not wanting any misunderstanding. "Not from me. It is a gift from the Goddess Freya. She wanted to give it to you but was never able to. My demigods found it in the Realm of Advancement." He lied smoothly, a small kindness to spare Adam the awkward truth that he had been watching his most private and tragic moments like a movie.

"From… Freya?" Adam's voice broke. He clutched the token to his chest, his form flickering as a million years of grief and memory washed over him.

He remembered their conversations through the mirror, the promises they had made, and the final, horrifying moment of her sacrifice. "Thank you, Cosmos," he said, his voice thick with tears.

"Stop thanking me. I did what I felt was right," Sunny said, a small smile on his face. "But I don't know why you are crying on this happy occasion."

"You are right, I shouldn't cry when receiving a gift," Adam said, wiping his spectral eyes.

"No, you fool," Sunny laughed. "I mean, have you looked inside the token yet?"

Adam's eyes widened. He focused what little perception he had left, his entire being pouring into the small green stone, desperate to understand the source of this heart-wrenching feeling.

​The universe outside seemed to fade away. Whatever he saw within the heart of that small green stone, it was enough.

The dying ember of his soul, a light that had been fading for a million years, did not just rekindle. It exploded. A supernova of pure, brilliant light erupted from his form, so bright it outshone every other soul in Heaven's galaxy, a blaze of impossible, desperate hope.

​He turned to Sunny, his form now burning with a fierce, holy fire. He was about to kneel, the once-strongest God in existence ready to beg, but Sunny's power held him upright.

​"God Cosmos," he said, his voice no longer the weak whisper of a ghost, but the desperate, thundering plea of a king who had just been shown the one thing in the cosmos worth fighting for.

His eyes were fixated on the green token, his expression a mask of pure warmth. "I have a favor to ask of you."

​A wry smile touched Sunny's lips, but there was no humor in it. It was a smile of bitter irony.

He knew what Adam would ask for. And he knew, with a certainty that weighed on him like a mountain, that he could not simply grant this wish.

​"Ask away," Sunny said softly.

​"Please," Adam begged, his head bowed, his voice cracking with the weight of a million years of grief. "Bring me the Pill of Life."

​Sunny looked at the blazing, hopeful soul of the ancient king and delivered the kindest, cruelest truth he could.

​"Sorry, Adam," he said, his voice a quiet apology that seemed to echo in the sudden silence as he gently shook his head. "But I can't give it to you."

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