The Omnipotent System

Adams hovered in the air, his presence commanding and imposing, casting a shadow over the battlefield below. His eyes, filled with both sadness and resolve, locked onto Laden. His voice, though calm, carried the weight of untold grief and frustration.

"Enough. Your fight is with me," Adams said, his tone cutting through the air like a blade.

Laden, frozen in place, turned slowly, his cold, calculating eyes narrowing as they met his son's gaze. He studied Adams, confusion flickering briefly before hardening into disbelief. How? How is he alive? Laden's thoughts churned, but he remained silent, watching as Adams descended closer, his aura crackling with power.

Adams' frown deepened as he met his father's gaze. "I'm disappointed, Father. You still went through with your plan," he began, his voice steady yet laced with sorrow. "How many planes have you destroyed? How many souls did you harvest in your twisted quest to bring Mother back?" His eyes, though burning with a serious intensity, glistened with the weight of betrayal.

Laden's lips curled in disdain, though doubt flickered in his eyes. "How are you alive?" he demanded, his voice harsh but filled with a shadow of uncertainty. "I saw you die. How could you survive, let alone grow even stronger?" His brow furrowed as he processed the impossible. This can't be happening. Not now.

Not when I'm this close to achieving everything.

From below, Lovigary's gaze shot up to his brother, shock and disbelief etched across his face. His body trembled as his mind raced. How is this possible? Without hesitation, he flew up toward Adams, his heart pounding in his chest. "Brother… how? How are you alive?" he asked breathlessly, his voice tinged with awe and desperation.

Adams turned his gaze toward his younger brother, a warm smile breaking through the seriousness of his expression. His eyes softened, showing a rare moment of tenderness. "Come here, brat," he said, opening his arms.

Lovigary's breath hitched as he flew into Adams' embrace. The moment their arms wrapped around each other, Lovigary's resolve crumbled. Tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face into Adams' shoulder, his body shaking with relief and emotion. Adams held him tightly, patting his back in comfort.

"And you too, brat," Adams said, extending a hand toward Lokk, who stood frozen in place, his eyes wide in disbelief. There was a magnetic pull, and Lokk, despite himself, found his body being drawn toward his brother.

As Lokk drifted closer, he felt a surge of warmth and power flow through him. The aches and pains from his previous injuries melted away, replaced by a sense of wholeness and vitality he hadn't felt in years. His breath caught in his throat, eyes widening as he realized the depth of his brother's power.

He floated into Adams' embrace, speechless, but the warmth of Adams' presence soothed his troubled heart.

"I missed you both," Adams whispered, pulling them both close. His voice wavered slightly with emotion as he held his brothers in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry it took me so long to come back. I'm sorry for everything."

Lovigary sniffled, pulling back slightly to look up at Adams. "We thought you were gone forever. I thought I'd lost you," he whispered, his voice thick with tears.

Lokk, usually reserved, tightened his grip around Adams. "Brother… I…" he began, but the words caught in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to speak, overcome by the overwhelming relief of having his brother back.

Adams gently pulled away from the embrace, his eyes filled with a deep determination. "I promise you," he said, his voice steady and resolute, "I will bring our family back together. All of us. But first…"

He turned his gaze back to Laden, his expression hardening once more. "First, I have to deal with Father," he said, his voice now laced with steely resolve.

Lokk, sensing what was about to come, looked up at his brother with wide eyes. "But—"

Adams raised a hand, silencing him gently. "Lokk," he said softly, "you need to redeem yourself for what you did under Father's command. After I'm done with him, I want you to give me the Soul Prisoning Treasure."

Lokk's heart clenched, the weight of Adams' words sinking in. He nodded slowly, the guilt and shame from his actions surfacing in his eyes. "I… I will," he whispered, his voice barely audible. The pull of redemption was strong, and Adams' words carried the only hope Lokk had of making things right.

Adams placed a hand on Lokk's shoulder, his grip firm yet reassuring. "It's not too late to set things right," Adams said, his voice filled with both understanding and authority. Then, with one last glance at his brothers, he turned back toward Laden, his aura surging with power as the inevitable confrontation loomed.

Laden stood tall, his face an unreadable mask as his aura exploded around him, the air crackling with raw energy. His eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto Adams. "You've grown far more powerful since our last encounter, but you're not the only one who has ascended," Laden said, his voice low but filled with a quiet, dangerous edge.

His aura flared, a deep, swirling energy that darkened the sky above them. The sheer pressure of it caused the ground to tremble, cracks forming beneath his feet. He raised his chin, his posture regal and unyielding as if daring Adams to make the first move.

Adams, however, shook his head with a faint smile, the softness in his eyes long gone, replaced by a grim determination. "No, Father," he said, his voice calm but firm, "we're not going to fight. This isn't about some grand battle between us. No, this is something far more personal."

Laden's brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his features for a split second. But before he could react, Adams' clothing shifted seamlessly from the flowing Hanfu of a cultivator to a sleek, dark ensemble that clung to his body, designed for pure movement. His every shift seemed fluid, like water flowing into a more dangerous shape.

"I'm going to give you the beating you deserve—on behalf of Mother," Adams said, his voice carrying a steel edge. The very mention of his mother caused a ripple of anger to flash across his face before settling into cold resolve.

Without warning, Adams vanished, moving faster than the eye could follow. In a heartbeat, he reappeared directly in front of his father, his fist already flying toward Laden's chest. The impact landed with a sickening thud, sending Laden rocketing backward, his body crashing into the earth with such force that the ground split open, creating a massive crater where he landed.

The reverberation of the impact rippled through the ground, causing shockwaves to echo outwards.

The silence that followed was deafening. All eyes were wide with shock—Lovigary, Lokk, the remaining orphans—none of them had ever seen anything like this before. It wasn't just the sheer power of Adams' strike; it was the ease with which he delivered it, the precision, the control. It was as if he had held back, intentionally pulling his strength.

Laden groaned from deep within the crater, his body battered and buried under rubble. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his teeth gritted as he slowly pushed himself up, muscles shaking. His eyes, burning with fury and disbelief, locked onto Adams as he stood tall, hovering in the air with an almost eerie calmness.

"That… was nothing," Laden spat, wiping the blood from his lips. His pride, his defiance, still intact. He rose fully, his energy surging even higher as the earth beneath him shattered and rose in jagged fragments. His wounds, though visible, barely seemed to register in his expression.

Adams descended gracefully, his movements precise and controlled, like a predator stalking its prey. "This isn't about proving strength, Father," he said, his voice low and measured. "This is about making sure you understand the consequences of your actions." Stay ahead with m v l em pyr

Before Laden could even launch a counterattack, Adams moved again, faster this time. He appeared above Laden in a blur, his leg already arcing downward in a brutal kick. The impact struck Laden squarely on the shoulder, driving him back into the crater. The ground cracked and buckled under the force, creating a spiderweb of fissures that spread outwards.

Laden coughed violently, more blood spilling from his lips as he struggled to rise again. His eyes were wide, not just with pain but with disbelief. He had expected power, but this? The sheer disparity in their strength was staggering.

"You…" Laden growled, his voice hoarse with anger and frustration. His body trembled as he tried to steady himself, his aura flaring wildly out of control. "How… dare you?"

Adams floated effortlessly above him, his expression unreadable. "It's not about daring, Father. It's about justice." His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth it once held. He extended his hand toward Laden, and the air around his fingers crackled with energy, coiling like lightning. "This is for the pain you've caused. The destruction.

The lives you've taken—all for a twisted dream."

Without another word, Adams clenched his fist, and a surge of energy pulsed from his body, sending a shockwave crashing into Laden. The force of it lifted him off the ground, his body twisting in midair as he hurtled backward, smashing through several trees before crashing into a mountain face.

The mountain itself rumbled, rocks and debris tumbling down as Laden was pinned against the rock, gasping for breath. His chest heaved as he glared at Adams with a mixture of rage and desperation. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to fight back, to destroy, to take his revenge—but something in Adams' gaze stopped him cold. This wasn't the same son he had once known.

Adams landed softly on the ground, his gaze never leaving Laden. His eyes were filled with disappointment, but there was no satisfaction in them. "How many souls, Father?" he asked again, stepping closer as he spoke, his tone softer now, but no less severe. "How many did you sacrifice for your obsession with Mother's resurrection?"

Laden's breath hitched, the reality of his actions beginning to weigh on him. But even as his mind reeled, his pride refused to let him crumble. He spat blood onto the ground, forcing himself to stand once more, his knees buckling under the strain. "You don't understand," Laden rasped, his voice breaking. "Everything I did, I did for her. For us."

Adams stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then, slowly, he shook his head, his expression hardening. "That's where you're wrong. This was never about us. It was about you."

In an instant, Adams surged forward again, delivering a final blow to his father's chest that sent him crumbling to the ground.

"Is that enough mother?"

"Yes, son, it is more than enough."