Creation Of All Things-Chapter 114: The Coming Of The Supreme Monarch 2

The plan to build a stronghold had been pushed aside the moment they arrived—searching for Adam was all that mattered. But now, with Aurora finally confirming that he had awakened, everything changed.

No more waiting.

The strongest faction in the universe was finally taking shape.

Using the fame Adam had unknowingly gathered back in the Origin Academy, they moved. Cecelia and Aurora—Oracles known across countless star systems—spread the word.

The Supreme Monarch is coming.

Adam Dhark.

His name echoed across galaxies. Some whispered it. Others feared it. Many were eager to follow it.

And the faction they were forming? It wasn't just some random alliance. This was something else—something that carried weight, purpose, and absolute power.

Seven Absolute Monarchs stood at its core. Each of them a giant in the eyes of the universe. Legends. Names that caused entire factions to hold their breath.

With beings like that at its foundation, there was no question.

People would come.

From every corner of reality.

And soon… the universe would have a new center.

Not a planet.

Not a realm.

But a name.

Dhark.

"We've commissioned the Dwarven Clans of Myrrhforge to construct a mothership," Raphael said, projecting a holographic model into the air. The design was massive, shaped like a blade cutting through the void—armored hulls, quantum reactors, and dimensional stabilizers humming beneath its frame.

"This vessel will carry all qualified high-level combatants into the greater universe," he continued, pointing to the compartments designated for cultivation chambers, resource vaults, and training fields. "The rest will remain on Earth. They'll grow, train, protect the planet, and raise the next generation. Eventually, they'll ascend and take their place among the stars."

His voice dropped slightly, now edged with concern.

"But I've discovered something troubling."

He turned, locking eyes with his wife, who sat calmly, scrolling through the logistics interface.

"Every planet we've surveyed—without exception—has ambient mana. It's the foundation for their cultivation systems. Knights, Mages, Spirit Users… they all draw from it. But Earth—our Earth—has none. It's completely barren. Not a trickle. Not even residual flow."

He stepped closer to the console, tapping through the collected data streams.

"I've run atmospheric scans, geological samplings, even ancient leyline analysis. Every model leads to a dead end. Either Earth was never meant to have mana, or…"

He paused, then added gravely, "...something drained it long ago."

His wife finally looked up from the console. "And if it's the latter?"

Raphael narrowed his eyes. "Then we're dealing with an unknown force that once erased a world's potential… and it may not be finished."

The silence that followed was heavy. Plans of building a faction strong enough to shake the universe were one thing—but uncovering Earth's forgotten past might be even more important.

Because without mana… Earth was never supposed to compete.

Yet somehow, Adam was born there.

And that? That changed everything.

"That's never the case," Aurora's voice cut through the air as she stepped into the room, her long silver hair glowing faintly like moonlight, her presence quiet but absolute. "Don't jump to conclusions, Raphael. Earth didn't lose mana. It never had it to begin with."

She walked over, eyes scanning the holographic data. "We don't have a mana core like other worlds. Our physiology is completely different. And because of that… we were built differently. Stronger. More adaptable. More dangerous. It's not a flaw. It's a feature."

Raphael frowned. "Then what does that make us?"

Aurora smiled faintly. "A miracle the universe never expected."

She paused for a moment, then looked toward the stars beyond the reinforced windows. "Also… I can feel it."

"Feel what?" Freya asked, standing beside the console.

"The shift," Aurora said softly. "The universe is moving again. Like it's… happy."

Freya raised a brow. "Happy? For what?"

Aurora turned, a calm fire in her eyes. "The return of its most favored son. The Supreme Monarch. Adam is awake."

A silence fell across the room. For a long time, everyone had believed the universe had tried to kill Adam—rejecting him, fighting against him because he dared to harness the very energy it governed.

But the truth was far more complicated.

The universe wasn't attacking him.

It was rewriting him.

While Adam pushed his limits, tearing into the source of creation, the universe responded not with rejection… but with guidance. Bit by bit, it reshaped his entire body, reforging him in secret. Making him into something that could survive what no one else could.

But the process… it nearly broke even him.

"He wasn't fighting against the universe," Aurora said quietly. "He was being remade by it. That's why it felt like he was dying."

Freya whispered, "Then he's not just strong…"

Aurora nodded. "He belongs to the universe now. And the universe knows it."

Freya took a step back, the weight of Aurora's words settling deep in her chest. "So what happens now?" she asked, her voice low.

Aurora's gaze never left the stars. "Now? The universe sings. Wordlessly. Quietly. But it sings. Because its champion has returned."

Raphael folded his arms, still trying to process everything. "So… the plan continues?"

Aurora turned to face them fully. "More than that. It begins. Adam's return changes everything. We're no longer playing defense. With him awake, the foundation of our faction is no longer a dream—it's inevitable."

Elsewhere

The room was dark—lit only by the soft, pulsating glow of ancient runes on the walls. A single figure sat atop a floating obsidian throne, cloaked in shadows, his presence alone distorting the air.

"I heard a new faction is rising," the man said, voice smooth but heavy, echoing like thunder wrapped in silk. "Seven Absolute Monarchs… is it true?"

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"Yes, my lord," the woman kneeling before him replied, her forehead pressed to the cold floor. "They come from a planet with no mana… completely ordinary by all standards. But it gave birth to them… and to the one they call the Supreme Monarch."

The air grew tense. The man's lips curled into a slow, amused smile. Then came the laugh—low and deep, vibrating through the hall like a beast awakening from slumber.

"Hah… A planet without mana birthing monsters like that?" he mused, leaning forward just slightly. "Now that is something you don't see every era."

He stood, the shadows slithering around his form, revealing a towering figure with metallic silver skin etched with golden lines, his eyes glowing like twin suns behind a regal mask.

"The universe has been quiet for too long," he said, his voice now laced with excitement. "Let's see how long that peace lasts… now that the Supreme Monarch walks again."

He turned away, his cape fluttering like smoke.

"Send the Watchers. I want eyes on them. Every. Single. One."