Creation Of All Things-Chapter 144: Destruction 1

You could feel the tension drop like a blade.

The runner pirate stumbled forward, pointing behind him. "He—he just dropped Sengo's entire squad—"

"—without a sound," Adam finished for him, stepping in, eyes scanning the room.

Weapons slowly came up. Fingers hovered over triggers. A few nervous glances exchanged.

Then—

CLANG.

A woman dropped down from the scaffolding above, landing with a loud thud. She had short white hair, goggles resting on her head, and a thick, armored jacket covered in scorch marks. Her eyes were sharp, like she didn't miss a thing.

"You the one causing noise on my turf?" she asked, cracking her neck.

Adam stopped in the middle of the room. "I'm looking for someone."

"And you think slicing your way through my crew is the best way to ask for directions?"

Adam shrugged. "Worked so far."

The woman smirked. "You've got balls. I'll give you that."

She waved a hand.

The others lowered their weapons—but didn't holster them. Not yet.

"Name's Calyx," she said, hopping onto a broken crate like a throne. "I run this junkhole. Who you lookin' for?"

Adam took a few slow steps forward. "I'm not sure of his name. But I know what he is."

Calyx raised a brow. "Oh?"

"He doesn't belong here," Adam said. "Just like me."

A beat passed.

Calyx leaned forward, interest piqued. "You're talking about the silent guy, aren't you? Tall, doesn't talk, weird energy? Showed up three months ago, beat one of my lieutenants with a wrench and disappeared into the void sector?"

Adam's eyes narrowed. "That's the one."

Calyx pointed toward a sealed passage at the far end. "He's in there. But he's not… right. Place messes with your head. I lost four scavengers last week trying to track him."

Adam turned without a word and started walking.

Calyx called after him. "Hey! If you lose your mind in there, I'm not pulling your body out."

He raised a hand lazily as he walked away.

"I won't."

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Back on the ship…

Alice paced slowly across the deck, arms folded. She couldn't stop glancing at the planet through the window.

"Feels wrong," she muttered.

Jordan sat cross-legged, polishing his blade. "Feels like any other cursed wasteland to me."

Yara frowned at the readings. "I don't like this. The planet's changing. Like… rewriting itself."

Theo blinked. "Rewriting?"

"Yeah," Lyra said softly. "Like… something inside it doesn't want to be found."

Alice finally stopped pacing.

"Something's going to go wrong," she said quietly.

Jordan stood up, slipping his blade back into the sheath on his back.

"…Then we'll be ready."

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Inside the void sector…

The hallway twisted. Literally.

Metal bent into shapes it shouldn't. Gravity shifted sideways. Time slowed, then jumped. Lights flickered without pattern.

Adam walked through it like it was nothing.

His boots never missed a step.

Then—

He stopped.

Someone stood in front of him.

Tall. Barefoot. Dirty white robes. Hood pulled low.

Even from here, Adam could feel it—that presence.

Unnatural. Like staring into a dream that didn't belong in reality.

The figure tilted his head slowly.

"…You finally came," he said, voice hollow but clear.

Adam didn't blink.

"Yeah," he replied. "Took a while."

They stared at each other in silence.

Then the figure raised his hand—

And the hallway shattered.

The man's voice echoed through the ruins, low and firm, his eyes glowing with violet hunger.

"You have something I need," he said, stepping forward, the cracked ground crunching beneath his boots. "The Essence of Destruction. And the Sword of Destruction. Hand them over quietly, and no one dies. Your ship stays untouched. This planet? Stays intact. I know you don't care about this place, but you're not that cold. Not completely."

His breath fogged slightly in the cold air as he stared Adam down. "Just give it to me. Let's not make this a mess."

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Adam blinked. For a second, there was silence.

Then—

He laughed.

Not a soft chuckle—no. A real laugh. Loud. Sharp. Like he just heard the dumbest thing in the galaxy.

He wiped the corner of his eye and looked back at the man like he was a bad joke.

"So you're the one," Adam said, eyes glinting with sudden clarity. "The idiot successor of the Monarch of Destruction."

He cracked his neck, slowly stepping forward, boots sending tiny clouds of ash into the air.

"Now I get it. Why I felt drawn to this trash heap after I became Supreme Monarch."

He lifted one hand lazily, fingers twitching. The ground behind him cracked in a perfect line.

"I already took the essence. Already claimed the sword. From the real Monarch. And now…" Adam tilted his head slightly, smirk still playing on his lips.

"You're the last piece."

The guy's eyes narrowed. "What?"

Adam smirked as a faint hum rippled through the air—an invisible pressure spreading like heat. The dust trembled around him.

"You're the one I have to kill," Adam said, voice casual, "to fully own Destruction."

He moved.

In one flicker, he was gone.

The next moment—

He appeared right in front of the man, fist already cocked back. The guy barely raised his arm before—

BOOM.

The punch landed.

The force sent the guy flying through three towers of wrecked ships. Metal shattered. Dust exploded. The echo of impact shook the bones of the dead lying around.

Adam stood there, eyes still calm.

"C'mon," he muttered. "Show me what makes you worthy of Destruction."

From the smoking wreckage, the man rose slowly. Blood on his lip. Armor cracked. But his grin was still there.

He snapped his fingers.

Black chains erupted from the ground, swirling with red runes. The atmosphere shifted—like gravity itself took a breath.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he growled.

The sword appeared in his hand—long, jagged, pulsing with unstable energy. The air bent around it.

Adam raised a brow.

"That's cute," he said.

The guy rushed forward, blade humming, the ground splitting behind each step.

Their clash was instant.

Blade met fist. Energy exploded outward in a blinding flash.

High above, on the ship, Yara shielded her eyes as the explosion bloomed on the surface.

"Jordan," she said tightly, "if that planet splits in half, I'm blaming you."

Jordan smirked, arms folded. "I told you. Let them come."

Lyra stared at the screen, eyes wide. "They're fighting like gods."

Back on the surface—

The man roared, "I am destruction!"

Adam blocked the next slash with just his forearm, eyes still half-lidded, bored.

"No," he muttered, spinning behind the guy and slamming a palm into his back. "You're a fanboy with a death wish."

The ground erupted beneath them.

The real fight had just started.