Adam stood in his room, arms crossed as he observed the young offspring of Pratham and Mikasa.
Unlike their creators, who had rapidly matured thanks to his powers, these small beings grew at a natural pace.
They toddled around with childlike curiosity, their tiny blue auras shimring faintly in the air.
Each of them resembled miniature versions of Pratham and Mikasa, complete with pale blue skin, white hair, and vivid blue eyes.
Their innocence was endearing, yet Adam couldn’t ignore their slow growth.
"Their growth rate is incredibly slow," Adam remarked, his tone contemplative as he watched the children circle around Pratham and Mikasa like planets around a star.
Pratham stepped forward, bowing his head slightly. "Lord Adam, you granted Mikasa and accelerated growth through your power. These children, however, are learning and evolving naturally. This will foster unique traits among them."
Adam tilted his head, nodding thoughtfully. "So, you’re saying these kids will grow and develop abilities on their own?"
Pratham straightened, eting Adam’s gaze with conviction. "Yes, Lord Adam. But if you wish, you can use your power to enhance their growth."
Adam raised his hand, cutting him off. "No, that won’t be necessary. Let them grow at their own pace."
Turning his gaze back to the children, Adam’s expression softened. "They’re going to need nourishnt and knowledge. Both of you need to focus solely on raising them. That’s your primary responsibility now."
"But Lord Adam," Pratham began, concern evident in his voice, "what about assisting you?"
Adam’s sharp gaze silenced him. "I’ve already told you, Pratham. Your purpose is to aid and follow my orders. This is my order."
Pratham lowered his head, his face somber. "As you command, Lord Adam."
Adam’s tone softened. "Don’t be disheartened. I’m not asking you to stop assisting entirely, just to prioritize these children. Teach them, nurture them, and make them stronger. Your focus should be on expanding your new species."
Mikasa stepped forward, her voice calm but determined. "Lord Adam, we’ll make them better than even ourselves. They will be our legacy."
A small smile tugged at Adam’s lips. "I trust you both. I look forward to seeing your progress and eting the future generations."
Pratham and Mikasa exchanged a glance before offering Adam a rare, genuine smile. But before Adam could revel in their newfound determination, a sudden notification window appeared before him. He froze, his curiosity piqued.
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Congratulations! Your species is reproducing on its own.
Would you like to create a separate dinsional plane for them?
Yes / No
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Adam blinked, his mind racing. A dinsional plane? What does that even an?
"Do you know anything about dinsional planes, Sona?" Adam asked, turning toward the small psychic spirit hovering near him.
Sona fluttered closer, her golden wings catching the light as her erald-green robes shimred. "Dinsional planes are entirely separate worlds, Lord Adam. They exist independently and are controlled by whoever creates them."
Her explanation left Adam more intrigued than ever. Before he could ask more, Pratham chid in, his tone clinical. "Dinsional planes can be likened to pocket dinsions. They exist within a finite space but offer their creator absolute control over their environnt."
Adam leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his mind abuzz with possibilities. "Pocket dinsions, huh? Sounds like an interesting concept."
His gaze returned to the notification window, and without hesitation, he pressed the "Yes" button.
The mont he confird the action, an intense surge of energy coursed through Adam’s body.
His muscles tightened, his breaths ca in short gasps, and a blinding light enveloped the room as his energy was drained.
He staggered, gripping the edge of a table for support as the process consud more power than he’d anticipated.
This...this is draining far more than anything I’ve ever created, he thought, his vision blurring.
Sona, sensing his distress, darted closer. "Lord Adam! Are you all right?"
Adam slumped onto the edge of his bed, his head bowed as sweat dripped from his brow. "I’m...fine," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "It just took more energy than I expected."
Sona’s golden eyes reflected concern, but she refrained from probing further. Instead, she asked gently, "Shall I get you so water, Lord Adam?"
He nodded weakly. "Yes, please."
Sona disappeared in a flash, leaving Adam alone to catch his breath.
Minutes later, she returned, a glass of water floating beside her, encased in her telekinetic grip. "Here, Lord Adam. Drink this—it might help."
Adam took the glass, the cool touch of the water soothing his trembling fingers.
He drank deeply, the liquid providing a semblance of relief. "Thank you, Sona," he said, his voice steadier now.
But his thoughts lingered on the massive energy cost. This dinsional plane better be worth it. I’ve never felt this drained before.
Adam’s curiosity compelled him to explore his creation.
Summoning his strength, he activated the interface linked to the dinsional plane.
A translucent image materialized before him—a sprawling expanse of uncharted land, floating in an endless void.
The terrain was vibrant and alien, with bioluminescent flora and shimring streams that defied gravity.
"This...is incredible," Adam murmured, awe-struck by the sheer beauty of the world he’d brought into existence.
As he spoke, another notification appeared before him.
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Dinsional plane successfully created. The energy cost will gradually decrease as it stabilizes.
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Adam sighed in relief, a faint smile crossing his lips. At least it won’t keep draining .
The dinsional plane is slowly developing, land starts forming in it, grass starts growing there and in a short ti a river passes through it and now a piece of land is ford.
As the evening settled in, Adam lay on his bed, his body still recovering. His thoughts drifted to the future—this dinsional plane, the new species, and the challenges that lay ahead.
Being a creator isn’t easy, he mused. But if I can give them a chance to flourish, then maybe it’s all worth it.
With that thought, Adam closed his eyes, allowing the weight of exhaustion to pull him into a restless slumber, his dreams filled with visions of the world he’d just created.
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