Adam hovered in the cold, silent stretch of outer space. Stars flickered around him like curious eyes.
He exhaled slowly.
"It's ti to go back," he muttered, floating there like it was the most normal thing in the world.
But teleporting? Nah. That was too basic. Too boring. Adam wasn't about that. If he was gonna return, it had to be loud. Flashy. A proper "I'm back" mont.
He stretched lazily, like a guy waking up from a nap, then waved his hand. A glowing panel slid open in front of him—his status screen.
He whistled. "Damn, I really upgraded."
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Na: Adam Dhark
Title: Monarch Slayer, Supre Monarch of Creation
Race: OMNICRON (Origin Variant)
Bloodline:
Omnicron Genesis Bloodline [NEW]
Divine Royal Vampire Bloodline
Abyssborn Sovereign Bloodline
Royal Divine Demon Bloodline
Existence Tier: Tier 2
Physique: 100,000
ntal: 100,000
Soul: 100,000
Unique Abilities:
Creation of All Things [Lvl 6]
Abyssal Veil
He tapped on the new title glowing at the top. A short description appeared, floating like a projection.
Supre Monarch of Creation
The only being in all existence to hold dominion over every aspect of creation—physical, spiritual, abstract, and unknown.
Boosts Creation of All Things by 2 levels.
Grants authority to craft, bend, rewrite, and unmake any concept, rule, or matter across all realms.
Adam blinked. "Okay. That's kinda overkill."
He grinned.
"Perfect."
His voice was calm, almost casual.
"Creation of All Things… Level Six."
Adam floated there, staring into the endless stretch of stars. Then he slowly raised his hand.
"Let's try sothing stupid," he said, smirking.
Energy started gathering in his palm—quiet at first, like the slow intake of breath before a storm. Space around him began to crack, little fractures glowing with raw creation energy. Each shard shimred like molten glass, bending light in every direction.
His fingers twitched.
"I've always wanted to ride a dragon," he muttered. "But not just any dragon…"
Creation of All Things pulsed in his body, burning through his soul like wildfire. He didn't just want a dragon. He wanted the first. The original. The one that would make other dragons feel like lizards.
"Let's go with… Progenitor Class."
The stars above him dimd for a second. Then the space in front of him started to fold inward, like reality was being pulled into a funnel. The sound of tal scraping on tal echoed out, deep and ancient.
Sothing was being born.
His eyes narrowed. Sweat ran down his temple.
From the spiral of collapsing space, a silhouette began to form—huge, clawed wings spread wide, each beat cracking the void around it. Scales like molten obsidian lined its body, each one carrying ancient runes glowing softly with red-gold light. Horns curled from its skull like twisted blades, and its eyes—two burning orbs of cosmic fire—locked on Adam with silent recognition.
The dragon let out a low, slow growl that rumbled through Adam's chest like a passing freight train.
"Damn," he whispered, staggering slightly. "That… actually worked."
His fingers twitched again. He could feel it—he overdid it. His strength dipped, like sothing sharp had just sliced through the middle of his power. He winced, grabbing his shoulder as his body flickered with unstable energy.
Creating a Progenitor was no joke.
"Alright, big guy," Adam breathed, grinning through the exhaustion. "Let's see what you've got."
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Na: ??? (To be nad)
Race: Progenitor Dragon
Tier: Tier 2 (Unique Entity)
Size: 150 ters (base form)
Elental Core: Primordial Fla / Cosmic Void
Affinity: Space, Fla, Ti, Destruction
Stats:
Physique: 120,000
ntal: 90,000
Soul: 95,000
Innate Abilities:
Primordial Roar: Warps ti and space in a wide radius. Can destabilize weaker beings.
Cosmic Dive: Teleports across short cosmic distances mid-flight.
Eternal Flabreath: Breath attack that burns through energy, matter, and soul.
Dominion of the Skies: While airborne, all creatures below feel instinctual fear and suppression.
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Adam rubbed his temples. "Okay, that took more out of than I expected…"
The dragon lowered its head. Quiet. Respectful.
Adam floated there, barely keeping upright, his energy flickering like a busted light bulb. The dragon just hovered in front of him, massive and still, those blazing eyes watching him like it was waiting for sothing.
"Alright," Adam muttered, panting lightly. "You need a na."
The dragon's head tilted slightly, like it was curious.
Adam scratched his chin, then gave a tired smirk. "You're way too pretty to be called Bob."
He floated closer, touching the side of its snout. The surface was warm. Like touching a star wrapped in tal. The runes on its scales pulsed faintly.
Sothing clicked in his head.
"Kael'Thar."
The na rolled off his tongue, soft but sharp. The dragon's eyes flared once, just slightly. Like it liked it.
"Yeah," Adam nodded slowly. "That fits. Kael'Thar, the First Fla of the Void."
The space around them shifted—literally. Like the universe recognized the na and made space for it. Stars shimred brighter for a second. A ripple passed through the dark like a silent cheer.
Adam blinked.
"Okay… that was cool."
Kael'Thar let out a low growl. Not angry. More like... a hum. Then the dragon bowed its head again, folding its wings slightly. It was like watching a mountain bow.
Adam grinned.
"Guess we're stuck together now, huh?"
He floated up, stepping onto Kael'Thar's back. The scales moved to make a spot for him, forming a saddle-shaped groove like it had always been there. His energy still hadn't fully recovered, but he didn't care.
The mont he sat, Kael'Thar's wings snapped open again. A shockwave rippled across the stars.
Adam pointed forward.
"Let's make so noise."
Kael'Thar beat its wings once—and space tore open like paper. A swirling tunnel of black, red, and gold appeared. Adam leaned back slightly as they shot into it, vanishing in a blink.
Elsewhere
"They're still not done with the mothership," Alfred sighed, plopping down on the edge of a rocky cliff. The view stretched across their new base planet—half jungle, half ruins, all quiet. "Dwarves really love dragging things out."
Joshua stood a few feet behind him, arms crossed. "We just have to wait a little longer…"
Then it happened.
A deep tremor rolled through the ground.
Leaves rustled.
Birds scattered.
And then—a roar.
Not just any roar.
A dragon's roar.
It ripped through the sky like thunder tearing reality. The entire planet shook. Clouds split. Mountains echoed the sound like a chorus of giants waking up.
Alfred's eyes widened.
Joshua's head snapped toward the sky. "What the hell was that—?"
Another roar.
Louder. Closer.
The sky darkened, not from clouds, but from wings. Massive ones.
Sothing ancient was coming.
And it wasn't trying to be quiet.
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