Creation Of All Things-Chapter 68: Primordial Codex

Adam swiped through the list, his eyes stopping at a single glowing entry.

—[Primordial Codex]—

The name alone sent a shiver down his spine.

He tapped it.

Instantly, the world around him warped.

A vast, endless void stretched in all directions, swirling with galaxies, collapsing stars, and fragments of forgotten civilizations. It wasn't just space—it was everything. Time, reality, existence itself. And at the center of it all, floating before him, was a massive, ancient tome.

The Primordial Codex.

Bound in an unknown black material that shifted between liquid and solid, it pulsed with an energy so ancient it made his very soul tremble. Golden runes flickered across its surface, shifting and rewriting themselves as if the book was alive.

Adam reached out.

The moment his fingers touched the cover—

BOOM!

A surge of pure primordial energy blasted through his entire being.

Visions slammed into his mind.

—A universe being born in the palm of a hand.

—A single word rewriting the laws of physics.

—A throne beyond existence, where a figure sat, watching over everything.

Adam's breathing turned heavy. His body felt like it was being rewritten at a fundamental level.

Then, a voice—no, a presence—spoke directly into his soul.

"Unworthy."

CRACK!

Adam felt something inside him break. His mind, his existence, his entire being was shattering under the weight of the Primordial Codex's judgment.

He gritted his teeth. "Like hell I am."

Summoning every ounce of his will, he pushed back against the overwhelming force.

BOOM! A shockwave erupted around him.

The void trembled. Space itself cracked.

The Codex stilled.

Then, for the first time, it reacted.

The golden runes on its surface shifted—rearranging, forming something new.

A single page flipped open.

Adam's vision blurred as knowledge poured into his mind.

Primordial Codex – First Revelation Unlocked.

[Conceptual Sovereignty] – The ability to manipulate the fundamental concepts of reality at will.

His heart pounded. "…What?"

The system's voice echoed.

[The Primordial Codex has recognized you. You now hold authority over the very concepts that shape existence.]

Adam clenched his fist.

The air around him bent. Reality flickered.

He exhaled—and space corrected itself.

A grin spread across his face.

"Now this… this is something else."

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Adam stared at the Primordial Codex, then threw his head back and laughed.

This was insane.

First, he broke the limits of the human race and got an ability tied to reality itself. Now? He had another one that let him control concepts.

How was he getting these broken abilities?

He hadn't even fully explored the first one, and now he had this?

His grin widened.

"Well… good thing I've got the perfect way to test them."

[Supreme Clone Technique]

A pulse of energy surged through him, and in an instant—

BOOM.

Two figures stepped out from him, identical in every way.

The air around them flickered as they stabilized.

Adam smirked as he looked at them.

[System Notification]

—[Supreme Clone Technique]—

Allows the user to create perfect clones with 100% of their abilities.

Clones share all skills, memories, and powers of the original.

Clones cannot die or be destroyed unless the original wills it.

The number of clones is limitless (As long as the original desires).

Only the original can use Creation of All Things.

One of the clones stretched his arms, cracking his neck.

"Man, this is kinda trippy," he said, grinning.

The second one nodded, rubbing his chin. "Yeah… but also kinda awesome."

Adam folded his arms, eyes gleaming.

"Alright, boys," he said. "Let's test some stuff."

Adam paused.

Where the hell was he supposed to test all this?

He had these broken abilities, but no idea how to actually use them properly.

Then it hit him—

What if he created a separate space?

Like a prison dimension, but just for him and his clones to train?

His mind barely finished forming the thought when—

DING!

[Your Creation of All Things is still too low to create such a complex structure.]

The system's voice rang out, blunt as ever.

Adam frowned. "Tch, figures."

But then—his eyes lit up.

What if he combined Conceptual Sovereignty with Creation of All Things?

One let him manipulate concepts, the other let him create stuff.

Put them together…

He grinned.

"Oh yeah, this is gonna be good."

He raised his hand.

The void around him shuddered.

Concepts twisted.

Creation. Space. Time. Reality.

He grabbed them all, bending them to his will.

BOOM!

A massive rift tore open in front of him, swirling with golden and black energy.

The clones stepped back, eyes wide.

"The hell is that?" one of them muttered.

Adam smirked.

"My own personal dimension."

The swirling energy stabilized, forming into a vast, endless space—

A world completely under his control.

Infinite land. Unbreakable structures. Gravity, time, and even the laws of reality—all customizable at his whim.

The system chimed in.

[Personal Dimension Created.]

[All existing abilities can be tested here without limit.]

[Time Flow: Adjustable.]

[Destruction: Reversible.]

[Energy Source: Infinite.] (No depletion of stamina, mana, or other power sources within this space.)

[Laws: Fully Customizable.] (Change gravity, physics, elemental interactions, or even rewrite fundamental rules.)

[Death: Non-Permanent.] (Any death inside the dimension results in instant revival, making extreme training possible.)

[Simulation Mode: Activated.] (Create opponents, scenarios, or entire battlefields to test abilities in any environment.)

[Instant Reset: Available.] (Restore the dimension to any previous state with a single thought.)

[Knowledge Transfer: Linked.] (All experiences and insights gained by clones are instantly shared with the original.)

[Sealed Zone: Enabled.] (No outside interference; nothing and no one can enter or affect this space unless Adam allows it.)

[Expansion: Unlimited.] (The dimension can grow infinitely to accommodate any need.)

Adam scanned the list of ridiculous functions and let out a low chuckle.

"Yeah… this is gonna be fun."

He turned to his clones, who were already eyeing the space with excitement.

"Alright, time to push some limits."

The training was about to begin.

Elsewhere

"Where's the Book of Power?!"

Wraith's voice echoed through the empty space as his eyes darted around, his heart pounding.

"Where the hell is the doorway?!"

He stood frozen, staring at the spot where it was supposed to be—where it used to be.

But there was nothing.

Just an empty void.

His fists clenched. Even if the Prison Dimension was destroyed, the Book of Power couldn't be. That was impossible.

That book wasn't some ordinary artifact—it was forged from the universe itself. It couldn't be erased, couldn't be broken.

And now, it was gone.

His breathing turned heavy.

That book… a single page from it…

That was his way back home.

Back to his kids.

Back to his family.

And now, it was nowhere to be found.