Creation Of All Things-Chapter 165: Surviving The Ultimate Opponent

Virelia – A Few Hours Later

The sky above still buzzed with residual cosmic energy, the kind that hung around like the smell of fireworks after a festival. Somewhere in the grand halls of the Celestial Monarch Palace, Adams—the so-called "Chew Man," destroyer of realms and accidental fear icon—sat slumped on a velvet couch.

He looked… done.

Slouched, arms crossed, face in that awkward "please let me vanish" look that only showed up when you were facing the deadliest of all opponents:

Your parents.

And they were all here.

His mother, Freya, stood in front of him, arms folded with that terrifying maternal stillness. Her golden eyes burned with a mix of concern and disappointment, a combo that somehow hurt worse than any divine lightning bolt. Her hair was braided in a crown above her head, but her aura? Oh, it was Mom Level 9000.

His father, Raphael, sat beside her, calm, composed, and worse—silent. The kind of silent that made Adams sweat. Like his old man was calculating something that would land as a lecture wrapped in existential disappointment.

On the opposite end of the room, his big sister Aria leaned against a column with a smug look. She was sipping from a goblet like this was premium entertainment, occasionally tossing glances that said, "You're not walking away from this one, big bro."

And then there was Alfred.

Adams' younger brother was already on the floor. Laughing.

No, cackling.

"Pfft—HAHAHAHAHA! 'Chew Man'—I CAN'T! I CAN'T EVEN!" Alfred rolled back, kicking his feet like a kid on sugar. "You accidentally terrified an entire ancient realm just by snacking? BRO—how is that even possible?! You're like cosmic indigestion!"

"Alfred," Freya said sharply.

He froze.

Both Raphael and Freya turned toward him in unison. Two glares. One mission: Shut him up.

Alfred straightened like someone just yanked his soul back into his body. "Ahem. Right. Respect the moment. Very serious. Continue."

Freya turned back to Adams, her tone cold. "You destroyed Taiyu's upper realm hierarchy during vacation?"

"I didn't destroy it," Adams mumbled, arms folded tighter. "I… just… maybe caused a few people to panic."

Aria raised an eyebrow. "You made dragon kings vanish, Adam. Vanish. That's not panic, that's full-on system reset."

"I didn't mean to!" Adams groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I was sitting under a fig tree. Eating. They stared. I didn't like it. I looked back. They combusted. Not my fault."

Raphael finally spoke, his voice deep and ancient. "You could've left."

Adams threw up a hand. "I was hungry!"

Alfred couldn't stop the chuckle that slipped out. "So what you're saying is… interstellar annihilation occurred because you wanted a quiet snack."

"I didn't annihilate anyone!"

Aria hummed thoughtfully. "Technically true. The mountains did collapse on their own. And the sect towers turned to mist. Also on their own."

Raphael gave her a side-eye.

She nodded. "Right. Helping."

Freya stepped closer. "Adams. You know we don't mind… accidents. We've all had moments. Your father sneezed once and erased a galaxy. But this is about your choices."

Adams stared blankly. "I was… eating…"

"And ignoring everyone trying to talk to you," Freya said, dead serious.

"They were interrupting lunch!" he argued.

"Lunch doesn't justify tectonic reformatting," Raphael muttered.

"Okay, okay," Adams rubbed his face. "I get it. Maybe I shouldn't have stared back. Maybe I shouldn't have released minor void pulses through my teeth. But it was chewing! I wasn't threatening anyone!"

Aria sipped again. "And yet, they offered their souls for salad dressing."

Alfred wheezed. "'Chew Man is coming!' Oh, bro, that's gonna be my ringtone."

Adams pointed at him. "Don't. You. Dare."

Alfred had already pulled out his cosmic communicator. "Too late. Uploaded. Also printing shirts."

"Alfie!" Adams snapped. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Raphael sighed. "You boys…"

Freya turned, hands on hips. "Adams. Just promise us one thing."

He blinked. "What?"

"No more vacation realms without supervision."

Adams choked. "I'm not five!"

Freya gave him the look.

He deflated. "…Fine."

"And no chewing in front of sect leaders," Raphael added.

"Seriously?"

"You bring terror into realms by existing, Adam," Aria said. "Chewing just makes it worse."

"I chew quietly!"

"You chew ominously," Alfred muttered, still snickering. "Like something bad's gonna happen every bite."

"You sound like thunder wrapped in existential dread," Aria added helpfully.

"I chew like a normal person!"

"Normal people don't make void whales cry," Alfred shot back.

Adams stood up, arms flailing. "One time! One time I bit into a spicy dumpling and reality twitched! It happens!"

Freya massaged her temples. "Raphael, say something."

The father of the Celestial Monarch Faction folded his arms, eyes closing. "Son. We love you. But your vacations have higher casualty rates than wars."

Adams groaned. "Okay, I'll stay in the palace forever. Happy?"

Aria smirked. "Don't tempt Mom to install baby monitors."

"She already did," Freya said calmly. "We just call them 'divine vision runes.'"

Adams blinked. "You what?"

"You think we weren't watching Taiyu?" Freya asked. "We just didn't think you'd turn into a planetary extinction event over lunch."

Alfred slid beside Adams and patted his back. "Don't worry, big bro. I'll visit your memorial in Taiyu one day. It'll say: 'Here sat the Chew Man. He came. He munched. They vanished.'"

Adams grabbed a throw pillow and yeeted it at him. Alfred ducked, still laughing.

Aurora suddenly walked in from the hallway, holding a stack of reports. She paused at the scene—the chaos, the glares, Adams holding a pillow like a weapon—and sighed.

"Let me guess. Family meeting?"

Adams looked at her with the most tired expression in the cosmos. "They're interrogating me because I had a snack."

Freya raised a finger. "That collapsed a region."

"That glared back!" Adams whined.

Aurora flipped a page. "You do know Taiyu's priests are offering sacrifices to chewing noises now, right?"

Adams froze. "…You're joking."

She tossed a scroll at him. "Read the liturgy. 'Oh, Great One Who Masticates Reality.'"

Adams stared at the title like it personally betrayed him.

"I hate this timeline."

Freya kissed his forehead suddenly. "We love you, baby."

"I'm a grown man."

"You're our grown man," she said sweetly. "Who needs to chew quietly."

Adams sat back down, defeated.

Alfred leaned in. "So. Chew Man. Can I be Sip Boy?"

"Alfred, I swear—"

Aurora sat beside him with a smug smirk. "I could be Crunch Girl. Together, we'll form the Snack Avengers."

Aria grinned. "I call Dib Girl."

Adams stood up again. "No. No more snack-themed titles. I retire. I renounce food."

"You'll get hungry again in two hours," Freya said knowingly.

Adams slumped again. "…Fine. But next time I'm chewing anything? I'm going to a lifeless asteroid."

Raphael nodded in approval.

Freya smiled. "Good boy."

Adams, the most powerful being in the known universe, rubbed his temples.

His brother laughed.

His sister sipped.

His mother was planning his next snack monitor.

And somewhere… very far away…

The people of Taiyu Realm lit incense in reverence.

For the Chew Man.

Who hath snacked.

And survived his parents.