Creation Of All Things-Chapter 73: Rematch 1

"No need for that. If you’re here for my son, you’ll have to go through me first. And for the love of God, stop calling me a kid."

Raphael stepped forward, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with anger. This bastard—this Wraith—had already done enough. Making Freya kill their friend was unforgivable. But now, standing here, still parading around in Damien’s body like it was his own?

Unforgivable.

"Wraith, you call yourself?" Tatia’s voice cut through the tension. She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, one hand resting on her chin. "From the way you talk, it’s obvious—you’re not from our world. So why the hell start a rebel group here?"

Wraith’s grin stretched wider as his crimson eyes flicked to her.

"You catch on quick," he mused, sounding almost impressed. "You’re right—I don’t belong to this world." He let out a casual sigh, as if the whole conversation bored him. "And as for your so-called ’rebel group’… don’t lump me in with them. I don’t give a damn about any of that."

His gaze shifted back to Raphael, sharp and focused.

"I just want the Book of Power and to get the hell out of here."

He raised a hand, pointing directly at Raphael.

"And from what I’ve heard… that book is in the hands of your son. Adam."

"What do you mean you don’t give a damn about them? You’re the leader of the rebel group."

Thomas leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked onto Wraith.

Wraith’s grin faltered. His brows furrowed. Leader of a rebel group?

Since when?

All he wanted was to gather a handful of people—those with the potential to be called Children of the Universe. Train them. Make them strong. Then send them into the Prison Dimension to take down the Monarch, kill him, and retrieve the Book of Power.

That was it.

Nothing more.

So how the hell did that turn into him leading a rebellion?

Did they misunderstand his intentions? Or maybe those kids he trained did something reckless, something that made the world brand them as rebels?

Whatever. He didn’t care.

He wasn’t here to clean up their mess.

He had only one goal—find the person who took down the Monarch, take the Book of Power, and leave this world.

The rest?

They could handle themselves.

"You sick bastard. You don’t even keep tabs on your own organization."

Kael’s voice was sharp, dripping with frustration. The sheer ignorance Wraith displayed only made his blood boil.

But before Wraith could even react—

"He doesn’t even know he’s the leader of any organization," Adam’s voice cut through the tension. "So how the hell is he supposed to keep tabs on it?"

The room turned toward the source.

From the shadows, Adam stepped forward, Gloria following closely behind.

He had been watching all this time. Observing.

And now?

Now, he couldn’t help but find the whole thing laughable.

"Adam, step back."

Raphael moved in an instant, flying in front of his son, his stance unwavering. "I’ll handle him. I beat him before, and I’ll beat him again."

But Wraith wasn’t even looking at Raphael anymore.

His glowing red eyes locked onto Adam, his smirk curling wider.

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"Ahhh… so you are Adam."

His voice was laced with amusement as he studied the boy in front of him.

"You’re just a kid," Wraith mused, tilting his head. "But damn… you’re brimming with power." His grin sharpened. "And you’re not even awakened yet. Your Existence Tier is still zero."

He let out a low whistle. "Now that’s something."

His gaze darkened.

"But here’s the thing… you have something that belongs to me."

The air grew heavier, the temperature dropping ever so slightly.

"And I want it back."

The amusement in his voice faded, replaced with cold certainty.

"I don’t normally hurt kids. Hell, I don’t even get into fights where a kid is my opponent." He exhaled slowly, then cracked his neck.

"But truth be told…"

His crimson eyes flickered as they scanned the entire arena.

"Every last one of you here… are kids in my eyes."

The pressure in the air thickened, an unspoken threat laced within his words.

"So if I don’t get what’s mine the peaceful way…"

His smirk turned razor-sharp.

"Then I’ll just have to break my code and take it by force."

A sharp gust of wind blasted through the arena as Raphael’s aura flared.

"You really think you can take it by force?" His voice was calm, but the underlying fury was unmistakable.

Wraith’s smirk didn’t waver. "I know I can."

And just like that—

They vanished.

In an instant, both figures blurred out of sight.

A shockwave tore through the ground where they had stood, sending cracks rippling across the stone floor. The clash of raw energy rang through the air as they reappeared mid-air, fists colliding with explosive force.

Raphael spun, driving a kick at Wraith’s side—

Wraith twisted, narrowly dodging, then countered with a lightning-fast palm strike.

Raphael blocked. Barely. The impact still sent him skidding backward.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he lunged again, fists engulfed in swirling energy.

But Wraith was already moving.

He darted past Raphael’s defenses, raising two fingers—

And just like that, Raphael’s mouth vanished.

His eyes widened in shock.

"Tch. Can’t have you using that annoying ability of yours," Wraith muttered. "You and I both know that if you get a chance to speak, this fight is over."

Raphael’s response was immediate.

His eyes flashed—

Crack!

The seal broke.

He exhaled sharply, his mouth restored. "You think that’ll work on me?"

Wraith barely had time to react before Raphael’s fist came crashing toward his face.

Boom!

The impact sent Wraith flying, smashing through a nearby pillar. Dust and rubble exploded outward as he skidded to a stop, rubbing his jaw.

"Damn." He spat out a bit of blood, then grinned. "Guess I should’ve sealed your hands instead."

In a blur, he was on the move again.

He flicked his fingers—

Raphael’s mouth sealed shut once more.

Crack!

And just as quickly, he broke it again.

Wraith sealed it again.

Raphael broke it.

Again.

Again.

Again.

The battlefield became a blur of movement, energy crashing like rolling thunder. Each time Wraith sealed his mouth, Raphael shattered the restriction without hesitation.

Neither side let up.

Neither side backed down.

They clashed again, fists meeting in mid-air, shockwaves rippling outward.

Wraith’s grin widened.

"You’re a stubborn bastard."

Raphael’s eyes burned with unyielding determination.

"You’re damn right I am."

Their next attack would decide who gained the upper hand.

And neither was planning to lose.