Creation Of All Things-Chapter 62 : The Prison Dimension

"He can do it," Alexandria's voice cut through the air as she stepped out of the house.

Thomas glanced at her while still trying to calm Selene down.

Selene turned sharply to her daughter, eyes narrowed. "And how exactly do you think he's going to pull that off?"

Alexandria didn't hesitate. "I don't think—I know."

Her words made everyone pause.

"That night, when I stopped him from tearing Mark apart, I told him to get stronger if he wanted his revenge," she continued. "The next day, he was stronger. Miles stronger. So much so that his past self wouldn't have lasted a second against him."

She turned to her mother, her gaze steady.

"And trust me, the Adam I saw that night? He was already a monster."

Selene's eyes widened, the shock creeping into her face.

"I don't know how he does it," Alexandria admitted, "but he has his ways—and that's all that matters."

She crossed her arms, her confidence unwavering. "I believe he can pull it off."

Back in the house

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Selene's voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. "The only way to save your parents—you destroyed it! Your only advantage against an enemy even they couldn't defeat! And now you're standing here, acting like you're just going to handle it by yourself? What were you thinking?!"

Adam let out a slow sigh, then glanced at Joshua.

Joshua immediately got the message. Without a word, he grabbed Alice by the wrist. "C'mon, let's get some fresh air."

"What? Wait—!" Alice barely had time to protest before Joshua dragged her outside, shutting the door behind them.

Now alone, Adam exhaled in relief. He stretched his neck, then casually spoke.

"Hey, System. Can I create my father's ability—One With The Universe?"

A moment of silence.

Then the response came.

[Negative. Your current strength level is insufficient. Your father's ability was not something he was born with—it was granted to him by the universe itself. Some would say he was the universe's favored son. To recreate such an ability, even with your 'Creation of All Things,' you would need to reach a much higher level.]

Adam chuckled, shaking his head.

"Figures it wouldn't be that easy."

His fingers clenched into fists, eyes flashing with determination.

"Fine. Then I'll just start from the basics—again."

Closing his eyes, he focused.

And just like that, the process of creating his power up had begun.

A few minutes later

The door creaked open.

Adam stepped out.

For a moment, there was silence. Everyone froze.

Something was different.

His posture, the way he moved, the way the air itself seemed to shift around him—it was like he was a completely different person. His aura had changed. Not just in intensity, but in nature. It no longer felt wild or uncontrolled. It was sharp, refined, like a blade that had been tempered in fire.

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His eyes locked onto Selene.

"I'm ready," he said, voice calm, steady. "Let's go get my parents out of that hellhole."

No hesitation. No doubt. Just a statement of fact.

Selene's eyes widened. Thomas narrowed his gaze. Alice took a step back.

Alexandria just smirked.

"Told you, didn't I?" she said, glancing at Selene.

Selene didn't respond right away. She just stared at Adam, analyzing him. This wasn't the same reckless boy from before. Something had changed.

And then, without another word, she turned around.

"Fine," she said, her shadows curling around her like a storm. "We move now."

The air grew tense as the group prepared themselves. Adam rolled his shoulders, feeling the power surging within him. He had no idea what he would face on the other side.

But it didn't matter.

Because he was going in.

Into the Storm

The night air was thick with tension. The moon hung high, casting a silver glow over the group as they gathered outside the house.

Selene stood at the front, her cloak billowing as her shadows coiled like living serpents. Thomas cracked his knuckles, his body crackling with restrained energy. Alice tightened the straps on her gloves, eyes darting between Adam and the path ahead. Joshua stood quietly, his gaze unreadable.

And then there was Adam.

He rolled his shoulders, feeling the raw energy coursing through him. This wasn't just strength—it was control. For the first time, he felt like he wasn't just chasing power. He owned it.

Selene shot him a sideways glance. "You sure you're ready?"

Adam smirked. "You're the one taking so long."

Selene scoffed but didn't argue. Instead, she raised her hand. The shadows beneath her feet twisted, stretching outward, forming a swirling vortex. A gateway. The air around it trembled, pulsing with dark energy.

"This will take us directly to the doorway," she said. "Once we're in, there's no turning back."

Adam stepped forward without hesitation. "Good."

Without another word, he walked into the portal.

The others exchanged glances before following.

A few moments later

They stood at the edge of the abyss.

The doorway to the Prison Dimension loomed before them, its swirling darkness pulsing like a living thing. The air around it was heavy, charged with an ominous energy that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.

Thomas stepped forward, stretching out his hand.

The moment his fingers moved, the air shimmered, twisting and warping—until suddenly, a portal ripped open before them, revealing the void beyond.

He exhaled, watching the dark vortex swirl. "This is it…" he muttered. "Just like last time."

Before anyone could speak, Adam casually rolled his shoulders and stepped forward.

"You all stay back," he said simply. "I'll be back before you know it."

Then—he vanished.

Not a flicker of movement. No trace of energy. Just—gone.

Joshua's eyes widened. "Did… did he just teleport?"

"No," Thomas said, his tone calm but firm. "He moved so fast you thought he teleported."

Silence.

Alice blinked. "Wait…" Her head snapped around, scanning the area. "Where's Alexandria?"

The realization hit them all at once.

Selene's expression darkened. "That brat—!"

Inside the Prison Dimension

At the center of it all, atop a throne made of black stone and chained souls—

The Monarch stirred.

A slow inhale. Then—his eyes slid open, glowing like dying stars.

Something had disrupted his slumber.

Something powerful.

Or rather—two somethings.

"Hoh…" His deep voice rumbled through the halls.

His fingers tapped against the armrest of his throne, slow and deliberate.

"I sense… two powerful auras."

A twisted grin spread across his lips.

"Interesting."