Creation Of All Things-Chapter 138: Invasion At Home 9: Adapt. Reform. Submit.

And again.

Each blow sounded like thunder ripping the seams of the universe. Cracks ran across the skies. The black sphere in the distance pulsed erratically now, unable to handle the pressure.

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Adam spun, ducked under a left hook, elbowed Jordan in the ribs, grabbed his leg mid-air and slammed him through a floating landmass. Jordan hit the core and came out the other side, coughing blood, eyes wild.

He grinned.

Adam smirked back.

Both of them lunged again.

Jordan ducked low, swept Adam's feet—only to have Adam vanish mid-fall. He reappeared above him, already mid-kick.

BOOM!

Jordan crashed downward like a meteor, cratering the land. But this time, he didn't stay down. He burst out, twisted in the air and fired a flurry of punches that blurred like shadows.

Adam parried three. Took two. Dodged the rest.

Then Jordan spun and launched a final uppercut.

CRACK!

Adam's head snapped back.

He staggered.

Just for a second.

Enough for Jordan to see blood.

Just a drop.

Just enough.

He laughed. "Told you. I punch better."

Adam touched his lip. Stared at the crimson.

Then looked at Jordan.

Eyes narrowed.

"As much as I'd love for this to keep going," he said quietly, "I have to end it."

Jordan blinked. "What?"

Adam closed his eyes.

And the world went still.

Time.

Stopped.

The floating terrain froze mid-spin. The black sphere halted. Rivers halted mid-spiral. Even Jordan—still mid-punch—froze in place, unable to move.

Adam hovered in the stillness.

He looked calm. Too calm.

A breath escaped his lips.

Then—

BOOM.

His aura exploded.

Not just light.

Not just pressure.

Erasure.

A void beyond voids. A concept without shape. A power that didn't exist in normal terms. The realm screamed. Pieces of reality shattered and vanished, sucked into a swirling spiral of nothingness.

Even time recoiled.

Adam's body crackled. Veins of raw white light ran through his skin, branching like lightning across a midnight sky. His voice was barely a whisper.

"Erasure."

And everything stopped reacting.

Jordan unfroze—but too late.

A pulse of pure null energy hit him.

Not pain.

Not force.

Just... absence.

His adaptations couldn't counter it. His body locked up, trembling, as if every cell had been put on pause. Even thought slowed down.

He dropped from the sky, eyes wide.

And Adam...

Adam fell too.

His aura flared one last time, then flickered. His eyes rolled back. His limbs went limp.

But before he fully collapsed, voice barely a rasp, he whispered:

"Adapt... reform... and serve me."

Then silence.

Adam's body hit the void-floor gently, caught by the laws of his own realm. He didn't move.

Jordan lay across from him.

Twitching.

Breathing shallow.

But alive.

His body began to pulse again. Softly. Slowly. Picking up the pieces.

Adapting.

Somewhere deep within the dimension, the black sphere started spinning again.

The realm was reassembling.

Rewriting.

Not rejecting Jordan anymore.

But welcoming him.

Reality Drift seeped into his body on its own.

And deep down, beneath the chaos, something old and powerful accepted a new rule.

Adam's command.

Adapt. Reform. Serve.

And so it began.

Jordan's eyes opened.

Bright white.

Unblinking.

Jordan's body dissolved.

Not into blood.

Not into ash.

Just… gone.

Cells broke down.

Matter undone.

Like someone hit "delete" on existence itself.

One moment he was there—

the next, empty space.

The winds of the realm howled, then went quiet.

Dead quiet.

Adam lay still, floating gently above the void-floor, skin flickering with fading light, unconscious.

He had used too much.

But the realm still obeyed him.

It remembered the command:

Adapt. Reform. Submit.

And Jordan?

He was obeying.

Even if he didn't mean to.

---

Far above, the black sphere pulsed.

Not unstable now.

Calm.

Focused.

It opened.

Like a blooming eye.

And from its core—light spilled.

Not bright. Not blinding.

Just… strange.

Like watching a shadow try to become a star.

And from that light—

Jordan returned.

But not the same.

---

His new form reassembled piece by piece.

No flashy transformation.

No roars.

No screaming power-up.

Just quiet.

Effortless.

Like the universe had decided he belonged now.

Skin darkened slightly—etched with faint glowing tattoos.

Not magical. Just old.

Memories from another life.

Ashura blood.

His eyes stayed white—no pupils. No iris.

Just glowing void staring through everything.

He hovered.

Barefoot.

Bare-chested.

Still breathing.

But changed.

The last of his particles stitched together and locked into place.

And finally—

he blinked.

Once.

Then looked at Adam.

Still unconscious.

Still motionless.

And Jordan… knelt.

Not out of fear.

Not worship.

Just… recognition.

The realm twisted around him, lines of light bending like threads, connecting him to the heart of this dimension.

He was part of it now.

---

"You're something else," Jordan muttered, voice low, almost amused. "Didn't even give me a choice."

He tilted his head.

"I should hate that."

Pause.

"But I don't."

He stood.

Hands at his sides.

The world around him obeyed.

Rocks hovered when he passed.

Air moved with him.

The laws bent, not broke—like they were checking what he wanted.

Adam hadn't just erased him.

He had rewritten the code.

And now?

Jordan was inside it.

An extension.

A new limb.

Not a puppet—but no longer separate.

---

He stopped in front of Adam's still form.

Looked down.

"Guess I serve you now," he muttered. "Tch. Bastard."

A pause.

Then a slight grin.

"But that was one hell of a fight…"

He waved a hand.

The void-floor under Adam softened, shifted—morphing into something smoother. Almost like a throne of light.

It lifted Adam gently.

Held him.

Jordan turned away and faced the horizon.

Something stirred in the distance.

Not a threat.

Just… a shift.

He could feel the realm adjusting.

Preparing.

For what, he didn't know.

But it didn't matter.

Adam would wake up soon.

And when he did—

Jordan would be ready.

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