Creation Of All Things

The air felt… different now. Heavy, but not in a bad way. It was like standing in the calm right after a storm, when everything's fresh and the world's holding its breath.

Adam slowly opened his eyes.

The chaos around him had vanished. No more swirling colors. No endless void. Just a glowing platform beneath his feet, floating in a sky full of stars that pulsed like heartbeats. The silence was thick, but peaceful.

The being stood across from him, arms folded, head tilted.

"You did it," it said, voice lower, steadier now. "You actually did it."

Adam exhaled. His hands still trembled, glowing faintly. He stared at his palms, watching the energy flicker just under his skin like a hidden fire. It wasn't wild anymore—it moved with him.

"I feel weird," he muttered. "Like... everything's slower. But clearer."

"That's because you're not just looking at the universe anymore," the being replied, floating lazily backward. "You're connected to it."

Adam squinted. "So, what? I'm like... a god now?"

The being laughed. "Pfft. Please. If this were an anime, you'd be, like… halfway through the power-up arc. You've got potential, sure, but you're not even close to the final form yet."

Adam smirked a little. "Great. So now what? I go back and wreck some villains?"

"Yeah, about that…" The being drifted closer, serious now. "You being able to control the Font changes the balance of things. Like, big-time. There are others—ancient beings, old gods, forgotten monsters—that felt what you just did."

Adam raised a brow. "Let me guess—they're not fans."

"Some might be. Most won't. Either way, they'll come looking."

The moment Adam said those words, a quiet hum echoed through the space. The energy around him shifted—then surged. It was like reality itself was reacting to him.

His body lit up with ancient symbols glowing from beneath his skin. His veins turned into streaks of golden energy. His eyes flickered—deep galaxies swirling inside.

Then—

[DING!]

A screen appeared in front of him, crackling with power.

[Stats Updated…]

Name: Adam Dhark

Title: Monarch Slayer

Bloodline:

Omnicron Genesis Bloodline [NEW]

Divine Royal Vampire Bloodline

Abyssborn Sovereign Bloodline

Royal Divine Demon Bloodline

Race: OMNICRON (Origin Variant)

Existence Tier: Tier 2

Physique: 100,000

Mental: 100,000

Soul: 100,000

Unique Abilities:

Creation of All Things [Lvl 4]

Allows Adam to construct, deconstruct, reshape, or recreate matter, energy, and concepts—without restriction. Now includes sentient constructs, metaphysical concepts, and even time-anchored events. With Level 4, he can 'remake' laws of reality in limited zones and manifest paradoxes.

Abyssal Veil (Unique Ability)

Abilities:

Nigh-Immortality

Omniscient Instinct

Neural-Cybernetic Technopathy

Absolute Loot

Supreme Clone Technique

Aura Amplifier

Flight

Transcendent Core

Bloodline Traits:

From Abyssborn Sovereign Bloodline:

Void Sovereignty – Rules over nothingness. Can erase space or teleport by folding void.

Soul-Fang Ascension – Soul devours weaker souls automatically, enhancing itself.

Dark Genesis Pulse – Can pulse a wave that cancels all divine or sacred powers around him.

From Divine Royal Vampire Bloodline:

Royal Charm Domination – Mind control weaker beings with a glance or a whisper.

Blood Synthesis – Can absorb and combine other bloodlines temporarily.

Eternal Night Physique – Stronger in the dark, immune to most holy magic.

From Omnicron Genesis Bloodline [NEW]:

Origin Link – Adam can connect to the origin of any force or law and rewrite it temporarily.

Conceptual Memory – He remembers things that never happened, allowing him to 'steal' knowledge from alternate timelines.

Genesis Fracture – Can strike with a blow that unravels the target's creation thread, undoing their existence bit by bit.

Reality Chain – Every action Adam takes becomes layered with consequences across realities—he can choose one to become real.

Omnicron Race – Origin Variant

A race that exists between beginning and end. Not bound by dimensions, timelines, or structure. Omnicrons are beings who create and destroy truths just by existing. They were sealed away for being too unstable for any universe.

Racial Traits:

Reality Drift – Passively phases in and out of existence. Can walk through solid space or vanish entirely.

Authority Override – Immune to domain control, laws, and divine decrees.

Multiform Identity – Can fragment his being into alternate versions of himself with different skills or timelines.

Omnibeing Core – Core contains fragments of pre-existence; it adapts endlessly and grows without limit.

Adam looked at the screen. For a second, he didn't say anything.

Then he smirked.

"…So this is what real power feels like, huh?"

The Font of Creation floated nearby, arms crossed, unimpressed.

"You still owe me a favor, y'know."

Adam rolled his neck. "We'll talk about that later."

He turned, walking forward as the space around him twisted, bending to his steps like it knew who he was now.

The universe had changed.

And Adam?

Adam had become something it couldn't contain anymore.

The space shimmered like liquid light, stars twinkling all around as Adam hovered in his ethereal form. His hand trailed through the air, leaving behind streaks of glowing energy that faded slowly.

"So I can access this place anytime, right?" Adam asked, eyes scanning the vast celestial plane.

"Yeah," the kid replied, floating beside him like it was the most normal thing ever. "This place is your domain now. You can pop in whenever. Tap into the energy, boost your powers, do all kinds of stuff. Just don't blow it up."

Adam gave a slow nod. That checked out. He looked down at himself—his body was semi-transparent, pulsing faintly with light.

"Guess this isn't my real body," he muttered.

"Nah," the kid grinned. "It's like your soul version. But don't worry, anything you do here still affects your real self."

Adam turned to him again, eyebrow raised. "Right... also, I can't keep calling you 'physical manifestation of the Font of Creation'. That's way too long. You got a name or something?"

The kid shook his head, multicolored hair flowing like smoke. "Nope. Never needed one. But you can give me one. Technically, you're my master now."

Adam blinked. "Master?"

"Yeah. You unlocked me, bonded with the Font, all that. You're basically my boss."

Adam sighed, but didn't argue. He eyed the kid again—swirling energy, raw power wrapped in a humanoid form. He looked like a miniature star walking around.

Something strong... something fitting...

He smirked.

"...Then I'll call you Nyros."

The kid—Nyros—tilted his head. Then grinned. "Heh. Sounds cool. I like it."

At that moment, the entire space pulsed once, gently. As if the name had been etched into the very fabric of this domain.