"Achooo~!"
The sound shattered the silence of the Emperor's Palace, echoing off the pillars and vanishing into the high ceiling that mimicked the night sky.
Sunny rubbed his nose, a frown hidden behind his mask. "Is someone thinking about me?" he muttered to himself, genuinely confused.
As a God, he was immune to ailments. A sneeze was a magical disturbance, a sign of intense focus directed his way.
[...]
In every corner of the multiverse, Thea's particles fought the urge to laugh. She had to forcefully remind herself: I am an AI. I am the System. I do not have emotions. I do not giggle.
But it was a struggle. As the omnipresent administrator of the multiverse, she saw everything.
She saw the shrines built in Sunny's honor in the private dimensions of goddesses.
She heard the hushed, giggling conversations in the cafes of the City of Gods.
She watched the goddesses swooning over his heroic sacrifices during the tournament.
