Creation Of All Things-Chapter 146: System Upgrade

"...Tired of this," he muttered.

He raised his gauntlet-covered hand.

Then dropped it.

CLANK.

The crimson gauntlet hit the ground, cracking it on impact. The glow faded. The humming stopped.

The man frowned, confused. "Giving up?"

Adam didn't answer.

He reached behind him—

—and pulled.

The world froze.

Something unseen shifted. Like the universe itself took a breath.

And then—

THUD.

A sword entered his hand.

He didn't swing it.

He didn't even move it.

But the aura…

The battlefield groaned. The very air warped, pressure crashing down like a mountain. The ground beneath Adam's feet shattered just from standing still. Lightning curved away from him. Flames extinguished themselves.

The man's breath caught in his throat.

He stumbled back. "Wh-what the hell is that…"

Adam's grip tightened.

The sword pulsed once.

BOOM.

The man was blown off his feet by the pressure alone, crashing into a wall he couldn't even see.

He looked up, shaking.

The sword didn't glow.

It devoured.

All light nearby bent toward it. The space around Adam twisted, like it couldn't decide what was real anymore.

And he hadn't even moved.

Yet.

"…You done talking?" Adam asked quietly.

Then he took a step.

And the real fight began.

Every swing of Adam's blade didn't just cut.

It erased.

The man dodged left—half the battlefield behind him vanished. He leapt up—his shadow screamed and disappeared. He blocked with both arms—

CRACK.

Gone. Not broken. Gone.

He howled.

Adam didn't stop.

He moved like wind wrapped in death. Every motion clean. No wasted effort. No flash. Just violence.

The sword whispered as it moved—low, cold, final.

The man tried again, tried everything—summoned beasts, walls, weapons.

None lasted more than a second.

The sword didn't care.

The fight wasn't flashy anymore.

It was surgical.

One cut shattered a mountain-sized construct.

Another severed the man's power.

And the last—

Adam stopped mid-step.

The man was behind him. Kneeling. Bleeding from every pore. Eyes wide. Body shaking.

The sword hadn't touched him.

But the fear had.

Adam looked over his shoulder.

No smile. No rage.

Just silence.

And the blade.

Still humming softly.

The moment the sword of destruction appeared, the air changed.

No—not just the air.

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Everything.

The sky shivered. The ground recoiled. Even the laws of nature seemed to hesitate, like they weren't sure if they should still be running.

Adam stood still, holding the sword loosely by his side.

His gauntlet lay on the ground behind him—forgotten.

The man across from him was panting, barely holding himself up. Half his body was covered in cracks. Not just wounds—cracks. Like the world was struggling to keep him together in Adam's presence.

The sword didn't glow.

It didn't pulse.

It just… existed.

And that was enough.

Its aura pressed down like the weight of a collapsing star. Thick. Heavy. Crushing. The kind of pressure that made every cell scream. The battlefield itself started falling apart—ships rusting, towers splitting, debris crumbling into sand.

The man charged.

More out of instinct than courage.

He swung a blade formed of raw chaos—big, jagged, full of screaming energy.

Adam didn't block.

He stepped forward.

One clean movement.

And—

SLASH.

Silence.

The man froze mid-swing.

His sword was still raised. But his chest had a thin, red line running from shoulder to waist.

Then—

CRACK.

He split.

Not just his body.

His essence.

His being.

Everything that made him him shattered, like glass under pressure.

He didn't scream. He didn't get a last word.

He just—ceased.

Gone.

Nothing left but flickering dust, fading in the wind.

Adam exhaled softly.

The sword vanished.

The pressure lifted.

The world started breathing again.

He turned, picked up the gauntlet, and strapped it back on.

His cloak swayed behind him as he walked away from the crater, footsteps light, like the weight of what just happened didn't even reach him.

High above, Alice watched in stunned silence.

"...Was that... really necessary?"

Jordan didn't answer.

He just watched Adam leave, eyes wide.

No cheers. No claps. No epic declarations.

Just a man walking off the battlefield.

Unmatched.

Unbothered.

And completely alone.

Adam stepped onto the mothership, the hum of its core pulsing gently beneath his feet. The atmosphere inside shifted the moment he arrived—everyone could feel it. Wordless respect followed him like a shadow.

He made his way to the command deck, where Yara stood awaiting instructions.

Without breaking stride, he gave the order.

"Set course for Virelia. It's time we finished this."

Yara gave a firm nod. "Yes, Commander."

With that, Adam turned and headed to his quarters, the weight of the battle still fresh on his shoulders, though his face betrayed none of it.

Once inside, he closed the door behind him and sat down, letting out a slow breath. His fingers curled slightly.

"System," he called.

No response.

Then a message flickered to life in front of him:

[SYSTEM UPGRADE IN PROGRESS…]

He raised a brow.

"Hmph. Of course."

He leaned back, eyes half-closed.

"Now that I wield destruction itself… and have claimed yet another Supreme Monarch title—a title I shouldn't even be able to possess—"

He trailed off, lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.

"—I wonder just how the universe is going to react to me next."

The lights dimmed slightly as he rested his head, eyes shutting completely.

The silence settled in.

Unshaken. Unstoppable. And still evolving.