Creation Of All Things-Chapter 149: Supreme Monarch Of Chaos
Dim lights. The sound of a soft hum filled the air—a low vibration coming from the walls. Adam sat cross-legged in the center of the room, eyes slowly opening.
His pupils adjusted to the faint light.
He'd heard everything.
Francisca's words. Jordan's mockery. Alexandria's outburst.
He chuckled quietly.
"…So that was her," he murmured.
His gaze drifted to the ceiling like he was seeing through it—back in time.
That day, years ago. The rain. The alley. The weird shadow thing. The blood.
Back then, he was just some clueless kid with a busted school bag and cheap sneakers. He remembered seeing her, helping her, then running home soaked to the bone…
That day was the day it happened.
The day they had vanished.
He never really thought about that day again. He buried it deep. Too much pain. Too much confusion. He forced himself to forget.
But now… with Alexandria's outburst, with Jordan's teasing—
It all came flooding back.
"…Huh," he muttered. "So that was you."
His hand floated up in front of his face. His fingers moved slightly as if flipping through invisible screens only he could see.
[SYSTEM UPGRADE IN PROGRESS….... 93%]
He sighed.
"Still not done," he whispered. "Figures. The moment I need it most, you're taking your sweet time."
Inside the Mothership — Stillness hung in the air like a storm waiting to snap.
Adam remained seated in the center of the room, arms resting on his knees, head tilted slightly back.
The low hum grew deeper.
His gaze was locked on nothing—just waiting.
A faint glow pulsed from beneath his skin, barely visible, like veins of light moving underneath. Something was waking up.
[SYSTEM UPGRADE IN PROGRESS — 97%]
Another breath.
[99%]
The room trembled slightly. The walls flickered. The floor beneath him shifted with a dull glow that rippled outward like waves.
Then—a sharp beep.
[SYSTEM UPGRADE COMPLETE.]
Ding.
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Everything stopped.
Adam's eyes snapped open.
The glow around him surged. Symbols—foreign and ancient—flashed in front of his vision in a beautiful, almost hypnotic cascade. Then they condensed into something clean, sharp, and perfectly him.
A voice echoed in his mind—not robotic, not human. Just… clear.
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SYSTEM INTERFACE – V.∞
Name: Adam Dhark
Title: Supreme Monarch of Chaos, Monarch Slayer
Bloodline: Omnicron Genesis Bloodline
Race: OMNICRON
Existence Tier: 3
Power Level: Universal
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UNIQUE ABILITIES
Creation of All Things [Lvl 7]
Destruction of All Things [Lvl 7]
Abyssal Veil [Unique Ability]
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SKILLS
Vocifery
Nigh-Immortality
Omniscient Instinct
Neural-Cybernetic Technopathy
Absolute Loot
Supreme Clone Technique
Aura Amplifier
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Bloodline Ability
Origin Link
Genesis Fracture
Racial Traits
Reality Drift
Authority Override
Omnibeing Core
He swiped through the glowing screen only he could see, fingers moving like second nature. His brows furrowed a bit.
"Hmm…"
His old bloodlines—gone. Not erased, just… filtered out.
The system didn't even bother keeping them.
They weren't needed anymore.
"Guess you're cleaning house, huh?" he muttered.
He tapped on the [Title: Supreme Monarch of Chaos] and the interface flickered slightly—then expanded.
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Supreme Monarch of Chaos
Bearer of the Balance. Ruler of Order through Disorder. One who sits between Creation and Destruction. Chaos is not madness, it is freedom—the absolute authority to decide what lives, what dies, and what never existed to begin with.
Passive Effects:
Immune to all reality-based manipulation.
Can exist and act beyond fate, destiny, and causality.
Natural dominance over all lower concepts (Order, Entropy, Law, Time).
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Adam's eyes narrowed.
"Tch… That's a lot of weight for a fancy name."
He tapped again—this time on [Destruction of All Things – Level 7]
The screen shimmered. A black flame coiled up along the edges like it was alive.
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Destruction of All Things [Lvl 7]
Pure, absolute destruction. Not explosion. Not corrosion. Not decay. Erasure.
From the tiniest particle to entire realities, this ability bypasses defenses, concepts, regeneration, and rebirth.
What is destroyed by this ability can never exist again unless directly recreated by the user.
Forms:
True Destruction (Touch-Based)
Void Collapse (AoE Pulse)
Singular Focus (Targeted Beam)
World Shatter (Mass Destruction / Cooldown Locked)
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Adam exhaled slowly. The glow from the interface danced across his face.
"Okay. So… I can nuke stuff."
Then he tapped on his Power Level: UNIVERSAL
The system responded.
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POWER LEVEL STAGES
1. Planetary – Can destroy planets.
2. Star-Level – Can affect stellar bodies.
3. Galaxy-Level – Can manipulate or destroy entire galaxies.
4. Universal – Can affect the entire universe.
5. Multiversal – Can exist and act across multiple universes.
6. Megaversal – Capable of affecting stacked realities and dimensional structures.
7. Omniversal – Beyond all possible realities. Only a concept, never reached… yet.
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Adam tilted his head. "So I'm four steps away from being literally unstoppable…"
He grinned to himself, but there was no arrogance in it. Just curiosity.
"Let's see how far we can push this."
His hand hovered slightly in the air as the system's interface responded to his silent command. One more tab had appeared after his title changed. A new one. One that hadn't been there before.
[True Form – Hidden]
He hesitated. Just for a second.
Then tapped it.
The interface pulsed—like a heart—and a warning screen slid into view:
TRUE FORM: SUPREME MONARCH OF CHAOS
This is your absolute form. The embodiment of your origin, power, and essence as Chaos itself.
Time Limit: 5 minutes
Form drains universal stability. Use with caution.
Effects will ripple through space-time.
Activate?
[YES]
[NO]
He didn't even blink.
[YES]
The moment his finger touched the screen, everything froze.
No... everything stopped.
The ship flickered.
The air bent.
Sound vanished.
Then—
BOOM!
A blast of black-gold light exploded outward, stretching through dimensions, burning through shields, warping the walls of reality like paper.
The metal floor cracked beneath him, not from weight—but from sheer existence.
Adam floated, his feet no longer touching the ground.
His skin—gone.
In its place was a body forged from living chaos. Black, sleek, and divine, laced with golden veins that pulsed with power. A bright star glowed at the center of his chest—shining like it had a heartbeat of its own.
White hair flowed like it was underwater, brushing against the air like threads of light. His face was masked in shadow, a vertical golden slit where his eyes should've been—like a tear in the fabric of space.
Everything around him trembled.
Satellites fell out of orbit.
Stars dimmed.
Comets shifted path.
Across the omniverse, beings of power—gods, titans, ancient entities—froze mid-step. Some bowed in instinct. Others ran. A few stared into the void, knowing something above them had awakened.
One being whispered:
"…he's returned."
Back on the ship, Alexandria dropped to her knees, her voice shaking.
"W-What the hell… is that Adam?"
Jordan couldn't speak. His pupils were dilated. Sweat rolled down his face.
The pressure was insane. It wasn't just power. It was everything. Fear. Majesty. Destruction. Silence. Infinity.
Adam looked down at his hands.
"...Damn," he said, voice layered with static and echo like it was coming from both inside and outside the universe. "I'm beautiful."
The system chimed in his head.
[Remaining Time: 4:42]
He smirked.
"Let's stretch a bit…"
The floor below him shattered as he shot forward—warping space behind him in a spiral of gold and black chaos.
