Creation Of All Things-Chapter 63 : Adam vs. The Monarch of Destruction
The moment Adam set foot in the Prison Dimension, he felt it—oppressive, suffocating. The weight of the place pressed down on him like an unseen force, but he barely reacted. His eyes scanned the twisted landscape, but then—
Something shifted.
His gaze flickered downward.
"Oi." His voice was flat, unimpressed. "Why are you hiding in my shadow?"
A soft chuckle echoed as the darkness at his feet rippled. Slowly, a familiar figure emerged, stepping out like she had always been there.
Alexandria.
"I wasn't about to let you face this so-called Monarch alone," she said smoothly, brushing herself off. "Even if I do think you can handle him."
Adam let out a long sigh, already knowing it was pointless to argue.
"Fine. Suit yourself." He stretched his arms lazily, his body already rising off the ground. "But don't expect me to watch your back."
Without another word, he took off, cutting through the air like a blade, heading straight for the strongest presence in the realm.
Alexandria smirked.
Her body melted into shadows once again, shifting into an inky mass that slithered after him.
"You won't have to." Her voice was barely above a whisper, carried by the wind.
And with that, they disappeared into the darkness, heading straight for the heart of the storm.
In the heart of the prison dimension
The Monarch of Destruction lounged on his throne, a smirk tugging at his lips as he stared at the two battered figures before him.
Raphael and Freya—chained to a massive stone pillar, their bodies covered in bruises and cuts. The once-mighty warriors were barely conscious, their breathing shallow.
The Monarch exhaled, stretching lazily. "Looks like your rescue is here," he mused, feeling the powerful aura racing toward him. His grin widened. "And that means my ticket out of this wretched place has finally arrived."
He stood up, his excitement barely contained. The oppressive energy was closing in—fast.
Then—
BOOM!
A shockwave tore through the prison dimension as Adam arrived.
Hovering above, his eyes locked onto his parents. The sight made his blood boil. Chained. Wounded. Defiled.
His aura flared violently, warping the very air around him as he descended like a meteor.
"Mom. Dad." His voice was steady, but laced with an unspoken promise. "I'm here."
Without hesitation, Adam ripped the chains apart with a flick of his wrist. As soon as they shattered, a thick cloud of smoke erupted beside him.
From the haze, another Adam stepped forward—a perfect clone.
Without missing a beat, the clone grabbed Raphael and Freya, lifting them effortlessly before disappearing in a streak of light, heading for safety.
Then—two more clones materialized.
Silent. Deadly.
Without waiting for orders, they blurred out of sight, vanishing into the battlefield to clean up the Monarch's minions.
Now, there were only two left.
Adam.
And the Monarch of Destruction.
Adam rose slowly, his golden eyes burning as he locked onto the being responsible for his parents' suffering.
"You'll pay for this." His voice was low, filled with something dangerous.
But the Monarch—he just smiled.
"Finally," he said, stretching his arms. "You acknowledge me."
The Monarch rolled his shoulders, his smirk never fading as he observed Adam. "I have to admit, that ability of yours is something else," he mused. "Perfect copies—fully functional, completely autonomous. And sustaining them for so long? Now that is a feat I've never seen before."
Adam barely reacted. His eyes burned with cold intensity.
"Stop talking, you idiot," he said, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Let's fight."
BOOM!
Adam vanished—a blur of motion too fast for the eye to follow.
In the next instant, he was behind the Monarch, his leg rocketing forward for a devastating kick to the face.
But—
CLANG!
The Monarch's arm shot up, blocking it effortlessly. The force of the impact sent out a shockwave, cracking the ground beneath them.
The Monarch's smirk widened. "Neat trick," he said, gripping Adam's ankle like a vice. "But that's all it is—just tricks."
WHAM!
With a sudden twist, the Monarch swung Adam like a ragdoll and slammed him into the ground. The entire prison dimension trembled as a crater formed beneath him.
But before the dust even settled—
Adam was gone.
The Monarch's eyes narrowed—
THWACK!
A knee slammed into his gut.
The Monarch barely had time to register the attack before Adam spun mid-air, bringing his elbow down like a hammer—
CRACK!
The Monarch skidded backward, his feet carving trenches into the stone. He wiped the side of his mouth where Adam's strike had actually drawn blood.
A moment of silence.
Then—
The Monarch grinned.
"Interesting." His dark aura flared violently, distorting the air. "I haven't bled in a long time."
Adam cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. "Don't worry," he said. "There's more where that came from."
The tension reached its breaking point.
And then—
They exploded toward each other.
Fist met fist. Blow met blow.
BOOM!
The entire Prison Dimension trembled as Adam and the Monarch collided mid-air, their fists smashing against each other like two planets on a collision course. The shockwave alone shattered the floating islands around them, sending debris flying in all directions.
The Monarch grinned as he threw a devastating right hook. Adam tilted his head just enough to dodge, feeling the raw force graze past his cheek like a bullet.
In response, Adam twisted his body mid-air—CRACK! His knee slammed into the Monarch's ribs, sending the towering figure crashing into the ground like a meteor.
BOOM!
The impact carved out a massive crater, but the Monarch barely had time to hit the ground before—
THOOM!
Adam was already there, his fist coated in golden energy as he aimed straight for the Monarch's skull.
The Monarch's smirk didn't fade.
BZZT!
A pulse of darkness erupted from his body, twisting the air around him like a vortex. His hand shot up, catching Adam's fist mid-strike.
"Not bad," the Monarch mused. "But you're still just—"
CRACK!
Adam didn't hesitate. His free hand buried itself into the Monarch's gut.
The Monarch's grin finally faltered as he felt his insides churn from the sheer force of the punch.
Adam didn't let up.
He grabbed the Monarch's collar and launched them both into the air, spinning like a whirlwind before—
BOOM!
He sent the Monarch flying with a monstrous kick to the chest.
The Monarch soared backward, smashing through multiple floating rock formations before finally regaining control.
He stopped mid-air, his cloak tattered, dust swirling around him. Slowly, he wiped his mouth and stared at the blood on his fingers.
And then—he started laughing.
"YES!" His dark aura surged like an erupting volcano. "This is what I wanted! A real fight!"
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Adam cracked his knuckles, completely unfazed. "Then I hope you're ready," he said.
The Monarch's eyes gleamed. "I was born ready."
And then—
They charged at each other again.
Their fists clashed, each impact sending ripples through space itself. Every punch was like a bomb detonating, every dodge so precise it looked like they were predicting each other's moves.
The Monarch ducked under a kick, spun, and drove his palm forward—
BOOM!
A blast of pure destruction energy erupted, swallowing Adam whole. The entire sky turned black from the sheer force of the attack.
For a moment, the Monarch stood there, breathing heavily.
Then—
A voice.
"You call that an attack?"
The Monarch's eyes widened.
The darkness dissipated—
And there Adam stood, completely unscathed. His aura flared even brighter, his smirk returning.
"Let me show you how it's done."
In a blink—
Adam appeared right in front of him.
The Monarch barely had time to react before—
BOOM!
Adam's fist slammed into his chest, bending space itself with the sheer impact. The Monarch's body disappeared into the distance, breaking the sound barrier as he crashed through the very fabric of the dimension.
Adam exhaled, watching the destruction unfold.
Then, without hesitation, he followed.
