Creation Of All Things

Instant Mastery (Mythic/Anomalous)

Instant Mastery is a rare and anomalous skill that allows the user to instantly comprehend, learn, and master any skill, technique, weapon style, or form of energy manipulation upon first observation or minimal exposure. It bypasses the normal limitations of learning curves, practice time, and trial-and-error.

Whether it's a lost martial art, a newly invented cultivation method, ancient spellcasting, or even alien technologies—the user can fully grasp and replicate it with precision and control in seconds.

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Effects:

Absolute Comprehension: Anything the user sees or experiences can be understood at a fundamental level—down to its structure, flow, and application.

Zero Learning Curve: The user can perfectly replicate techniques after seeing them once.

Adaptive Evolution: Skills or techniques learned are not just copied—they are automatically optimized and refined for the user's body, mind, and energy system.

Cross-System Sync: Works across all types of systems—magic, martial, technological, divine, or unknown.

Combat Application: Allows the user to counter enemy techniques in real-time, often using a better version than the original.

Adam stood there for a moment, eyes slightly narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Tch… I've been sleeping on myself this whole time," he muttered. "If I had thought of this sooner… I wouldn't have needed the damn Font of Creation to handle universal energy."

His body relaxed completely now, his aura sealed so tight not even a ripple escaped him. He looked almost… ordinary. But everyone present knew better.

"I need to start making better use of my own ability," Adam said as he turned around.

He paused mid-step, then suddenly remembered something. With a flick of his fingers, shadows gathered in his palm and solidified into a dark, elegant cloak—the Shadow Sovereign's Mantle.

He casually tossed it to Wraith. "Here. I've got no use for it anymore. Fits your vibe better anyway."

Wraith caught it and stared at the fabric, eyes glowing faintly. He didn't say a word, just nodded.

Then Adam turned to Krozak, reached into his storage ring, and pulled out a small, pulsing crystal heart—the Abyssal Heart Core. It radiated pure abyssal power, chaotic but controlled.

"This… suits you more than it does Wraith," Adam said, tossing it gently to Krozak.

Krozak caught it, eyes wide. He didn't even try to hide his excitement.

With that done, Adam looked forward again. His figure flickered once—then vanished. Wraith and Krozak followed a second later, shadows and spatial waves swallowing them whole as they left the personal dimension behind.

They appeared in silence.

Adam, Nyros, Wraith, and Krozak emerged into the endless black of outer space—stars glimmering in the void, planets scattered like marbles across the distance.

But they didn't even get a chance to breathe it in.

The universe responded.

The moment Adam set foot into reality, the fabric of space trembled.

A low hum echoed through the cosmos—like a song only existence itself could hear. Then, light.

A blinding white glow swallowed Adam whole. His body floated upward, motionless, bathed in celestial radiance. He didn't resist. He simply closed his eyes.

Wraith's eyes narrowed. Krozak fell to a knee instinctively. Even Nyros, who never looked serious, went quiet.

Above them, the stars shifted. Nebulas danced. Planets rotated out of sync. The universe wasn't just reacting… it was celebrating.

From every corner of creation, from the shattered ruins of old galaxies to the thrones of ancient monarchs watching through vision pools—everyone saw it.

The Crowning.

Golden patterns spun in the light around Adam—ancient, unreadable symbols.

A phantom crown formed above his head, shimmering like it was being forged from pure law and energy.

Then came the voice. Not words. Not language. Just a sound that echoed in the hearts of all things:

"The Supreme Monarch has returned."

The light pulsed once, then exploded outward—gentle, warm, and unstoppable. Planets felt it. Stars bowed to it. Entire civilizations stopped whatever they were doing, and instinctively looked to the sky.

And in that moment… the universe smiled.

Adam slowly lowered, eyes opening, now glowing with a golden flame that danced quietly in his pupils. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.

The crown wasn't visible anymore—but it was there. Etched into his very being.

He had been recognized.

He was no longer just Adam Dhark.

He was the Supreme Monarch.

And things… were about to get interesting.

The moment Adam's feet touched solid nothingness again, the light vanished—

but the weight of it didn't.

Everything felt heavier now. Not in a bad way… just real. The kind of silence that made stars hold their breath.

Krozak slowly stood up, his expression a mix of confusion and awe.

Wraith had a rare smile tugging at his lips, while Nyros just crossed his arms and let out a low whistle.

"That's one way to announce yourself," Nyros muttered.

Adam didn't say a word at first. His golden eyes scanned the cosmos. His senses were… different now. He could hear the heartbeat of galaxies. Feel the push and pull of existence itself. It was loud… but calming.

He took a step forward.

Reality didn't ripple.

It bent.

"Okay…" Adam finally said, voice low but clear. "So this is what it feels like."

He turned slightly, side-eyeing Wraith. "Didn't think the universe was so dramatic."

Wraith let out a quiet chuckle. "You just got crowned as its ruler. Bit of flash isn't too much to ask."

Adam just shook his head with a faint grin. Then he raised his hand—and space twisted. A portal tore itself open in front of them, like reality was asking permission before moving aside.

"Let's go," he said. "We've been gone long enough."

But just as they were about to step in—

Something blinked into existence.

Far ahead in the distance, a presence flickered.

A giant shadow, almost like a titan formed from mist and memory. Eyes burning blue. Its voice didn't echo… it vibrated.

> "So… the Crown has returned."

"Will you keep the peace… or break the chains?"

Adam paused, staring into the figure's glowing eyes.

"I guess we'll see," he said calmly.

Then, without a second glance, he stepped through the portal—

And the others followed, one by one.

Behind them, the stars whispered stories of a new age.

Of a monarch who didn't ask for the throne…

But took it anyway.

End Of Volume One