Creation Of All Things

Twenty years.

That's how long it had been since Adam vanished.

No warning. No trace. Not a single clue.

Joshua stood at the center of the grand chamber, hands behind his back, his voice calm but heavy.

"It's been twenty years since Adam disappeared… and still, not a word."

The room was silent.

Seated before him were the ones closest to Adam—his blood, his family.

Aurora. Mael. Raphael. Freya. Alfred. Aria.

Yeah, the whole Dhark family was here. And let's be honest, they didn't look like some grieving group anymore. Nah—they had risen. In power. In status. In reputation.

The resources Adam left behind? Insane. Cultivation techniques, rare treasures, artifacts that could flip worlds. The kind of stuff others would go to war for—Adam left them like party favors.

And they used them well.

Fifteen years. That's all it took for them to break past limits and step into the open universe. Not just explorers, not just wanderers.

Absolute Monarchs.

Each and every one of them.

Even the other three that were here before them.

Now they stood shoulder to shoulder.

And the rest of the Williams and Dhark bloodline—Gloria, Tatia, and the rest of Adam's immediate clan? They stayed back. Not because they were weak—but because they needed a base, a solid foothold before joining the larger game.

But they were ready.

They were waiting.

Meanwhile… Alfred and Aria?

They weren't the little eight-year-olds anymore.

They were 28 now. Grown. Strong. Radiating power like it was nothing.

Alfred's fire aura lit the space around him, his crimson-red hair burning like embers, eyes glowing gold. Aria's presence chilled the room—silver-white hair flowing behind her, her blue eyes like frozen lakes. Fire and ice. Brother and sister. Walking calamities.

Their parents, though?

Still looked like they were in their 30s. Barely aged. You wouldn't think two monsters like Alfred and Aria came from them.

And Joshua, Mael, Aurora?

A bit older, sure. But time hadn't dulled them. If anything, it sharpened their edge.

The family wasn't broken.

They were just waiting.

And somewhere out there, the universe had no idea what was coming once he returned.

"I say we go out there, flip the universe upside down, and drag big bro Adam back ourselves!" Alfred said, clenching his fist as flames flared wildly around him.

Fwoosh!

The heat spiked—until…

BANG!

"Ow!" Alfred winced, rubbing the back of his head.

Aria stood behind him, hand still raised, not even looking at him. "All you think about is fighting. If Adam was in this universe, we would've found him already. Years, Alfred. We've been searching for years."

Everyone fell silent.

No one liked admitting it—but she was right. If Adam was in this universe, they'd have sensed him by now. Someone like him couldn't just hide. Not unless…

"...Another universe?" Raphael muttered under his breath, frowning. "That's... insane."

Freya leaned forward, her tone a bit more hopeful. "What if it's not another universe? Maybe… a personal dimension? I've heard whispers in the last five years. Big factions, ancient families… some of them hoard secret planes filled with rare resources. Maybe he's hiding—or trapped—in one of those."

The tension in the room eased a bit. Eyes lit up with possibility. Except one pair—Aurora's. She just stared ahead, quiet, unblinking.

"It's not that simple," she finally said, her voice flat. "Sure, the weaker ones might let us in. But if he's not there? We'd have to knock on doors we shouldn't. Powerhouses with three Absolute Monarchs. Yeah, we're strong—but not that strong. Not compared to beings who've ruled for eons."

That killed the vibe fast. The room went dead quiet again.

"So then what?" Raphael looked at her, eyebrows drawn. "You're the one who sees the future. What now?"

Aurora sighed. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes for a moment.

"Nothing," she said plainly. "We wait."

Alfred looked like he was about to explode. "Wait?! That's your plan?!"

"Yeah." She opened her eyes, calm as ever. "I'm not worried about Adam. Never have been. That guy… he's not normal. He breaks logic just by breathing. Wherever he is, whatever's going on—he'll come back when he wants to."

The others glanced at each other. Freya looked uncertain, Aria crossed her arms but didn't argue, Raphael sat back down quietly, and Alfred… just clicked his tongue and flopped into a seat, muttering.

"...Tch. Still feels wrong doing nothing."

Aurora looked up at the ceiling, her voice dropping just a bit.

"...He'll come. And when he does... well, I hope the universe is ready for it."

Adam's Personal Dimension

Adam lay on a bed, eyes slowly opening.

Something felt… different.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair—only to pause. It was longer now, silkier, flowing past his shoulders. His body felt sharper, more refined, like every muscle had been carved to perfection. He didn't just look stronger—he was stronger.

His reflection shimmered in the air beside him, revealing his face—matured, striking, almost unreal. But the real change? His eyes.

The irises had shifted.

A symbol glowed within them—Ω.

Even celestials would lower their heads before him now.

Adam exhaled, letting his senses expand. Immediately, he understood where he was.

His personal dimension.

The space was vast, timeless, untouched.

Outside, two powerful presences pulsed like beacons.

Wraith. Krozak.

His gaze flickered.

Krozak… had grown. His aura had changed, deeper, heavier—he'd become a Monarch. A powerful one. But even now, he still wasn't on Wraith's level.

Because Wraith wasn't just strong.

He was The Absolute Monarch of Blood and Shadow.

Adam smirked, stretching his arms as the void around him trembled slightly.

"So they're still here, huh…?"

He swung his legs over the bed, standing up, energy swirling faintly around him.

"Guess I should go say hello."

As Adam stood up, the space around him seemed to quiver. Tiny cracks appeared in the air, shattering like glass as his power began to leak out uncontrollably. He flexed his hands, the force surging through him like a tidal wave.

"I guess I'll have to train to control this…" he muttered, watching as the cracks in the dimension healed, but not fast enough to stop his presence from distorting everything around him.

With a thought, a screen materialized in front of him. His stats flickered into view. He stared at them, his gaze narrowing as he read the new race.

The OMNICRON

The Omnicron race did not exist before Adam. It was born the moment he merged with the Font of Creation. Not a fusion of past bloodlines, but something above them. A race that evolves without end, rewrites its own laws, and exists at the core of all possible realities.

Adam's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "I see… I'm not just a part of this world anymore. I am the center of it."

He closed his eyes, feeling the immense, uncontainable power surging inside him.