Creation Of All Things-Chapter 145: Destruction 2

The ground cracked—and black fire surged upward. A giant skeletal arm reached out, trying to grab Adam.

He didn't flinch.

The crystal blade zipped forward on its own and sliced the arm clean off, turning it to ash midair.

Adam walked through the chaos like it was just another Tuesday.

The air shimmered around him.

And then—

WHOOSH.

Weapons started appearing like a storm behind him. Swords, axes, daggers, glaives, scythes—floating in a deadly circle, spinning slowly. All forged from his will. All glowing with different colors, different energies. All lethal.

The man stared, breathing heavy.

Adam reached up—and with a small snap of his fingers, they all fired at once.

The weapons launched forward like a rain of death.

The man roared and spun his blade, creating a vortex of dark energy around him. Weapons collided with it in a symphony of sparks and screeches. Some broke. Some bounced. Others pierced through.

But then—

BAM.

Adam was already behind him, knuckles glowing.

He punched.

Once.

The force of it bent the light.

The man's shield shattered. His ribs cracked. He coughed blood—and flew again.

This time, Adam followed.

Mid-air, he created a spiked chain, caught the man's ankle, spun him in a circle, and slammed him through a metal spire.

BOOM.

The explosion sent shockwaves across the battlefield.

High above, the ship shook.

"Is the planet... shaking?" Lyra asked, gripping her seat.

"No," Alice muttered, watching through the window. "It's reacting to him."

Back below—

The man crawled out of the rubble, eyes glowing with rage. "You think you're above me?"

Adam didn't answer.

Instead, he held out his right hand.

And formed it.

The Gauntlet.

Dark crimson metal with glowing silver veins. Intricate runes carved into the surface. Each finger tipped like a beast's claw. It pulsed—alive.

Adam slid it on with a slow, satisfying click.

"Let me show you what I really do," he muttered.

He vanished.

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Appeared right in front of the man.

One gauntlet punch to the gut—

BOOM.

Time skipped.

The man hit the ground miles away.

He tried to rise—

Too slow.

Adam appeared behind him.

Uppercut.

The man exploded into the air like a ragdoll caught in a storm.

As he flew, Adam's gauntlet transformed—elongated, segmented, twisted—into a whip.

He lashed it.

CRACK.

It wrapped around the man's body mid-air, pulling tight.

Adam yanked—

And slammed him into the ground.

Dust exploded. The earth split.

Adam hovered down slowly, gauntlet humming.

"You done?" he asked.

The man didn't answer.

Instead, he laughed. A low, broken laugh.

"You're strong," he said, slowly pushing himself up, blood dripping. "But I'm not alone."

Suddenly—

He raised his hand.

And the planet responded.

Spikes of dark energy erupted from the ground in every direction. The sky cracked. The wrecked ships lifted as if caught in zero gravity.

From beneath the surface, something started rising.

A titan.

Made of metal, bone, and void matter. Twenty stories tall. Its face was a mask of burning runes. Its chest glowed with the symbol of destruction.

The man merged with it.

His voice echoed from inside the beast. "You wanted a real fight?"

Adam sighed.

"Now you're just wasting my time."

He raised the gauntlet.

And the sky opened.

A giant sigil appeared above them, spinning with glowing patterns. Symbols unknown to any civilization etched across its edge.

Weapons began raining down again—but bigger. Sharper. Colossal.

But Adam didn't use them.

He clenched his gauntlet—and all the energy flew into it.

The gauntlet expanded—covering half his arm, pulsing with chaotic light.

The titan roared and charged.

Adam charged too.

The two forces collided—

And reality broke.

BOOM.

The blast was seen from orbit.

Alicia shielded her eyes. "Did he just—"

Jordan just whistled. "Yup."

Back on the surface—

Adam stood alone, cloak swaying in the wind.

The titan? Gone. Vaporized.

The man?

Lying in the crater, barely breathing, his body twitching.

Adam knelt beside him, gauntlet flickering softly.

"I told you," he whispered. "You're just the last piece."

Then—

He touched the man's chest.

The Essence of Destruction answered.

It surged into Adam's body like a river of power. The air trembled. The void shifted.

And his eyes?

They glowed black and gold.

Complete.

He stood up.

Wiped the dust off his shoulder.

Then looked to the stars.

"...Next."

DING!

You have accessed the Complete Essence of Destruction.

All restrictions removed.

Destruction Authority: Fully Integrated.

New Title Unlocked: Supreme Monarch of Ruin.

All Destruction-based skills have evolved.

New Passive: "Dominion of Collapse" – Your presence erodes stability. Reality trembles at your footsteps.

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The air turned black.

Not night. Not shadow.

Just absence.

Like the world forgot what light was. Like the laws that held things together were slowly being… undone.

Adam stood in the middle of it all—completely still, eyes closed, gauntlet glowing faint red on his right hand. The cracks on the ground pulsed like veins, carrying red energy that pulsed with each breath he took.

The man across from him, bloodied, panting, one arm hanging limp, stared wide-eyed.

"What… what are you…?"

Adam opened his eyes.

And the sky blinked.

Not metaphorically. Literally.

A pulse rippled out from him, and the clouds above glitched, like the simulation couldn't handle him anymore.

Adam rolled his neck, one last time.

And then he walked.

With each step, something broke.

A wall caved in.

A ship melted.

A chunk of the ceiling fell.

And yet he wasn't even attacking.

The other man roared and launched forward, blade glowing pitch black, but Adam just—moved his hand.

The blade shattered.

Just like that.

"Creation…" Adam whispered.

Another weapon formed beside him in midair. A massive warhammer—red-hot, engraved with pulsating destruction runes—floating, spinning lazily.

"…of All Things."

He clenched his fist, and the gauntlet absorbed the hammer into itself—growing, shifting.

Then came another weapon. A halberd. Then a scythe. A whip of crackling plasma. A spear made entirely from collapsed neutron energy. One by one, they spun around him in a deadly orbit.

The man staggered back. "You're—"

Adam didn't let him finish.

He snapped.

All the weapons launched at once.

The man barely dodged the halberd—only to get slammed by the whip, impaled by the spear, crushed by the hammer, cut by the scythe. Blood sprayed. Reality around them peeled like old paint.

Adam followed up with a punch—just one.

But it sent the man through the ground this time. Through. He fell into some lower level, crushed rubble, bleeding hard.

Adam floated down slowly, cloak flaring, landing with the silence of death.

"Still breathing," he muttered, disappointed.

The man coughed blood, but his eyes gleamed with madness. He dragged himself up, hand raised—

Black energy poured out of him like a dying sun exploding.

"I'LL TAKE YOU WITH ME!" he screamed.

Adam didn't move.

The ground cracked.

And then—

BOOM.

A pulse of pure destruction burst out from the man, swallowing the chamber, melting steel, disintegrating ships.

But Adam…

Adam raised one hand. Just his gauntleted hand.

And the entire explosion stopped.

Frozen. Mid-air. Hanging like glass.

Adam stared at it. Then casually closed his fist.

And the explosion collapsed in on itself, sucked into a single black dot… and vanished.

Silence followed.

Adam looked down at the man—half-burned, coughing, trembling.

"You done?"

The guy tried to lift his sword—but it dissolved in his hand.

Adam raised his gauntlet, and a new weapon took form—a long red blade with chains wrapped around the hilt, humming like a dying star.

He walked toward the man.

"Let me show you what real destruction looks like."

And the final round began.