"Huh… where the hell am I?" Adam muttered, glancing around.
One mont, he was in his room. The next, he was here.
His eyes swept across the massive hall—glowing runes pulsed beneath him, stretching out in intricate patterns across the floor. A teleportation circle. That must've been what dragged him here.
But he wasn't alone.
The place was packed with all kinds of beings. So looked human—almost—but their unnatural eye colors, strange markings, or eerie auras set them apart. Others were straight-up beasts in humanoid form, fur-covered warriors with glowing eyes, reptilian figures with jagged scales, and even creatures that seed pulled straight out of fantasy.
Adam exhaled, cracking his neck. "Well… this just got interesting."
A low murmur filled the hall as Adam took a step forward, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. The sheer pressure in the air was suffocating—an invisible force weighing down on everything like a storm waiting to explode.
So of these beings radiated terrifying power, their very presence making the air ripple. Others watched in silence, their expressions unreadable.
Then—
BOOM.
A powerful shockwave erupted from the center of the hall, forcing many to brace themselves. Adam barely moved, his expression unfazed as the energy washed over him.
A throne of obsidian and gold materialized at the far end of the room, and seated upon it was a towering figure—a being wreathed in cosmic flas, eyes like burning stars.
The murmurs ceased.
"Welco, newcors." The voice was deep, resonant, and absolute. "You stand before the Lords of Dominion."
Adam clicked his tongue. "Lords, huh? That supposed to an sothing to ?"
Several figures standing beside the throne narrowed their eyes at his casual tone. One of them, a massive guard clad in gleaming black armor, took a step forward, his voice like grinding tal. "Kneel."
Adam raised a brow. "No."
The temperature in the hall dropped. So flinched. Others looked on with amusent, clearly interested in what would happen next.
The armored guard's aura surged, filling the space with an overwhelming gravity, pushing down on Adam like a collapsing mountain.
Adam sighed.
Then, with a single step forward—CRACK.
The gravity shattered.
The guard's eyes widened. "What—"
Adam vanished.
Then reappeared right in front of him.
A fist slamd into the guard's chestplate.
For a brief mont, silence.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!
The guard was sent flying, crashing through the air like a teor, obliterating the walls of the grand hall. Dust and debris exploded outward.
Adam lowered his fist, his smirk growing. "You wanna try that again?"
"Adam Dhark."
The man on the throne spoke his na, his voice steady, almost amused.
"Already making a statent, I see. You don't like being told what to do. You don't like being here. I get it."
His burning gaze locked onto Adam.
"Soone on the path to becoming a Monarch would act just like you. That's why it's my privilege to welco you… to the Origin Academy."
Adam crossed his arms, raising a brow. "Academy?"
The man leaned forward slightly, his cosmic flas flickering. "A school, but not just any school. The Origin Academy is where the strongest in the universe gather. Gods, Titans, Celestials, Abyssal Lords… you na it. Every being here is either powerful or on the verge of becoming sothing beyond comprehension."
His smirk widened. "And you? You've been chosen to join."
Adam exhaled through his nose. "Yeah? And if I refuse?"
The room fell silent for a mont.
Then—
"You don't."
Adam's smirk twitched. "Figured."
The man stood, his presence shaking the entire hall. "The Academy isn't just a place to grow stronger. It's a battlefield. Every day, every mont, you'll be fighting—against others, against the universe itself. The weak don't survive here. Only the ones worthy of shaping the cosmos."
He gestured to the others around them. "Look around. Every person in this room is either an apex predator or a rising monster. And now, you're one of them."
Adam glanced at the beings surrounding him—so staring with curiosity, others with pure hostility.
A slow grin spread across his face. "Sounds fun."
The mont Adam said those words, a wave of suppressed energy rippled through the hall.
So smirked. Others frowned. And a few…? They looked at him like prey that had just stepped into a den of predators.
The man on the throne let out a deep chuckle, the cosmic flas around him flaring up. "Good. I was hoping you wouldn't disappoint."
He raised his hand, and suddenly—
BOOM.
A massive gate behind him split open, revealing an endless sky filled with floating islands, towering structures, and battle arenas that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sheer scale of it was overwhelming.
"Welco to the Origin Academy."
Adam's eyes flicked across the view, taking in the sight. It was like sothing straight out of a fantasy world—except this was real.
The man continued, his voice echoing through the hall. "This academy isn't just for learning. It's a war zone. Only the strongest survive here, and the weak… well, let's just say they don't last long."
He glanced at the crowd of newcors. "Your classes? They're battles. Your tests? Life or death. Your graduation? Ascension… or destruction."
A massive screen appeared in the sky, displaying a ranking board. Thousands of nas flickered, each one radiating an intimidating presence.
At the top, three nas glowed in gold.
1. Aetherion - The Void Sovereign
2. Seraphis - Celestial Tyrant
3. Ragnar - Abyssal Warbringer
The nas pulsed, as if challenging anyone to try and take their place.
Adam smirked. "So, it's that kind of school, huh?"
The man on the throne nodded. "Exactly. Your goal? Climb that list. Survive. Conquer. And maybe… just maybe, you'll earn the right to call yourself a Monarch."
Adam rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of the mont.
Then, with a sharp grin, he stepped forward.
"Guess I better start breaking records, then."
The man let out a low chuckle. "If you think you can handle it."
Then, his burning gaze swept over the rest of the newcors. His voice echoed through the massive hall, carrying an undeniable authority.
"Listen up. You'll be assigned to your dorms shortly. Today, you settle in. Get used to your new environnt. morize every inch of it—because starting tomorrow, the real ga begins."
He gestured to the massive ranking board in the sky. "Anyone can challenge the rankings at any ti. Prove your worth, rise through the ranks, or get crushed and forgotten. This is Origin Academy."
With a flick of his wrist, the floor beneath them glowed. A massive, glowing crest ford beneath every newcor's feet—then, in an instant—
FLASH!
The entire group vanished, transported away in beams of light.
Dormitory District – Outer Courtyard
Adam reappeared in an open courtyard, standing on a smooth stone path surrounded by towering buildings. The sky above was a swirling sea of galaxies, shifting and twisting like a cosmic storm.
Around him, the other newcors materialized, each taking in their surroundings with varying reactions. So looked in awe, others in excitent… and a few? Their eyes were already scanning for potential rivals.
A voice rang out. "Attention, newcors!"
A figure floated above them, standing on what looked like a hovering platform. He was tall, dressed in sleek black robes with silver patterns that pulsed like living energy. His silver hair drifted slightly, unaffected by the wind.
"I am Professor Kael. I'll be overseeing your orientation. The dorms are divided based on potential, strength, and raw ability. You've already been evaluated upon arrival, so your placent has been decided."
A massive screen appeared in the sky, splitting the nas into three groups:
Celestial Dorm – For the top talents, those with the potential to reach the highest tiers.
Titan Dorm – For those with strong potential, capable of growth but not yet at the peak.
Mortal Dorm – The lowest-ranked, those who barely qualified to enter the Academy.
Adam's eyes flicked over the list.
His na was in Celestial Dorm.
He smirked. "Figures."
"Adam, thank God I have seen soone I know."
Adam turned to look at heo called him and a frowned appeared on his face, "how did you get here?."
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