In the silent, cosmic expanse of his God space, Sunny sat on his throne.

He had faced a paradox: his clones, the very roots of his advancement, were now too powerful to exist within the accelerated time realms he created to train them.

He could not waste hours of his own precious Godly time to manually etch a stabilizing artifact. The demon gods were on the move, and time was a luxury he could not afford.

Even if he enters the realm to do these things which would just be a few seconds in the God space, but he was too lazy to focus on this work.

But he wasn't out of ideas, a smile formed on his face which was hidden behind his mask.

His hands, shimmering with the purest form of energy, Faith, moved.

In his left hand, he manifested an artifact, weaving it into a physical, intricate form.

Gold, starlight and solidified shadow flowed together, hardening into the shape of an ornate, old-world pocket clock.

It was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, its case of gleaming gold, its face a flawless disc of polished black obsidian. It was a perfect, beautiful… and utterly dead vessel.

[Item name : The Timepiece]

[Grade : SS]

[Description : Created by God Cosmos for a grand plan]

Sunny chuckled at the unassuming description. It was a blank slate, an empty shell awaiting its soul.

In his right hand, he manifested a new Divine Embryo. But this time, he did not shape it into a dragon, or an angel, or a slime.

He poured his will into it, forming it into a formless, ethereal sphere of consciousness.

It was not in ethereal form like a shadow or energy like Thea, but a "weapon spirit," a soul designed for a single, specific purpose: to inhabit a vessel.

"Now," Sunny whispered, a thrill of creativity running through him, "let's see if this works."

He brought his hands together. He took the divine soul of the embryo and, with a surge of his will, forced it into the cold, intricate body of the Timepiece.

The moment the two touched, the Timepiece shimmered even more brighly.

The golden clock began to vibrate violently, The black, obsidian face flickered with a blinding, white-hot light as the two opposing concepts; a living, divine soul and a non-living, manifested object; merged.

The blinding light vanished. The agonizing vibration stopped. And from the center of the black, obsidian face, two small, curious, glowing white eyes opened and looked up at their creator.

The artifact was no longer a dead object. It was alive. It was a new, loyal, and utterly unique demigod, bound not to a body of flesh, but to a vessel, an artifact.

Sunny laughed, a sound of triumphant joy. The slow, arduous, hour-long process of etching was no longer necessary.

This was not an artifact which needs to be etched by talents; it was a demigod. And he, as its creator, could simply give it the talents it needed.

He remembered the old saying from Endor, 'Time waits for none.' He looked at the new, living clock in his hand.

"We all were wrong, our understanding was shallow" he mused.

He placed his hand on the Timepiece, the metal now warm with the stabilization of a new life. "You have a grand purpose, little one," he said.

"Your first talent," he commanded, "shall be Time Stabilizer." The knowledge flooded into the artifact's new mind.

It could use Sunny's mana, which was the only energy "heavy" enough to anchor the law of time for his God clones.

Its sole, singular purpose: to stabilize the accelerated law of a subspace, to hold the flow of time steady, no matter the cost.

"Your second talent," Sunny continued, his cosmic eyes glinting with experimental curiosity, "shall be Rewind."

This was a new, powerful, and untested concept. The ability to reverse the flow of time in a limited, localized area.

It sounded impossibly overpowered, Sunny even thought that it wouldn't work as it should be an SSS-Grade talent.

But as the talent settled into the artifact's core, Sunny's God's Eye immediately perceived the limitation,

This talent could rewind matter. It could rebuild a shattered city from its dust. It could mend a broken body. But it could not rewind a soul.

If a lifeform had truly died, if its soul had already departed, carried away by the fundamental, unbending Law of Reincarnation to Cerberus's hell or his own angels' heaven, Rewind would be useless.

It would restore the body, yes, but it would be an empty, hollow shell, a zombie, a perfect, beautiful corpse.

It was a chilling and important discovery. His Divine Immortality talent, the Nine Lives he had gifted his empire, was still the only true path to resurrection.

He was tempted, for a moment, to copy this new, powerful Rewind talent for himself. His clones had already mastered acceleration and stopping time, but this… this was something else.

But he shook his head, his gaze firm. His Divine Intuition was still an insistent whisper in his soul, pointing him toward a single prize: Adam's First-Born talent.

That was the true key to the hierarchy of the cosmos. He would wait. He would stay on target.

"You are now complete," Sunny said to the sentient clock. "I will grant you more talents if I think of something, but for now, you have your purpose."

He poured a river of his own, potent mana into the artifact, filling its reserves, a battery that would last it for at least a week of continuous, heavy work.

"With this, I am finally free as a bird," he declared. "My clones will now work for centuries while I live for mere hours."

He turned to the new, time-accelerated sub-realm, the one that held his twelve waiting clones. "Now, little one," he commanded his new creation. "Go. Increase the time flow in that realm to the maximum possible. And hold it steady."

The Timepiece, its new eyes glowing with a fierce, determined light, vanished. It reappeared in the sub-realm, a tiny, golden sun in the center of the pocket dimension. It unleashed its power.

As the time started to accelerate. Instantly, the fabric of the tiny universe screamed. The law of time crackled, flickered, and threatened to shatter under the weight of twelve Godly beings.

The walls of the sub-realm began to groan, visible cracks of black void began to surface across the entire realm.

But then, the Time Stabilizer talent kicked in. A wave of golden energy pulsed from the Timepiece, mending the cracks, soothing the law of time.

The breaking realm and the stabilizing force found their equilibrium, reaching a new absolute limit.

The Timepiece, now floating in the center of the stable sub-realm, sent a single, clear message to its master. Its black, obsidian face glowed with a new line of text:

[Temporal Flow Stabilized. Maximum Acceleration Achieved: 1:100,000]

Sunny looked at the number. And his eyes began to shine even more brighter than the golden light of the Timepiece.

This meant that in just few minutes, he should be about to break through to the SS-Grade mage, and SS-Grade body Refiner. As for the law of manifestation, he wasn't sure.... How much time will it take.

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