HDXD: Omni Harem System-Chapter 256: Dead End III

And lo, in the waning of the last dawn, when all light had fled from mortal eyes, a shadow descended that none could contest.

For Adam, once a man, now made Lord of Darkness, strode across the carcass of creation with crimson chains of divinity rattling at his limbs, his will bound yet his strength beyond measure.

Beside him walked Vileth, the Lunar Red Consort, whose womb had become the crucible of unnumbered horrors. From their union poured forth spawn unblessed, each child of void and shadow greater in terror than the last.

The earth did heave beneath their birthing. Cities drowned in tides of black ichor. Forests withered into bone white husks, their roots strangled by serpents of night. The seas boiled, not with fire but with silence of the neither, an annihilation of sound, a negation of memory itself.

And those who looked to the heavens for hope saw only Vileth's red moon swelling, a cancer in the firmament, dripping with scarlet light that burned away reason.

The strong gathered.

Armies of steel, sorcerers of flame, dragons of the elder sky, angels who once sang in the name of order, all made war against the spawn.

Monster's and their lords descended, for once creation unified under the banner of order, and yet all fell to Adam.

They fought with courage and wrath, yet it availed them not. For the brood of Adam and Vileth were not creatures of flesh and will, but abominations born of contradiction. Each strike only twisted them into new forms more profane than the last. Spears dissolved into their marrow, idea and laws did nothing to stop them, divine fire quenched itself in their veins, and even holy prayers curdled into curses when spoken within earshot of their cries.

And so the struggle, titanic though it was, became a farce of futility.

One by one, the proudest champions were unmade. Their names fell into silence, devoured by the black sea of history's erasure.

Not even memory endured their passing. The living forgot their saviors as they perished, and thus the age of heroes died without remembrance.

When Adam descended in full wrath, crowned by the Red Moon, the last walls of resistance cracked like pottery. With every step he took, night deepened, swallowing even the memory of day. His gaze was a void, and those who met it found themselves unmade...body, soul, lineage, sense of self, state of being, alongside all their dreams where all erased in a single instant. And where he placed his hand, whole cluster of realities crumbled to dust finer than ash, from ash they became nothing.

His rampage across the field mark him champion. As Vileth used Adam to seized the Setting Power, controlling the force which bent the skein of reality itself. To her command the laws of nature were as soft clay. What once was fire became ice, what once was life became stillbirth.

With her words alone, she rewrote the script of the world until no logic remained save her own. Near-omnipotent she stood, her dominion absolute not only in the mortal realm, but across the twin voids.

The Supernatural and the Logical. In her grasp, paradox was not sin but genesis, birthing horrors without number.

Thus came the Omni-Genocide of all life not of her womb, this was her perfect world free from everything else that did not belong to them.

No race was spared.

Not human, not angel, not demon, not even the soulless constructs wrought by old magics.

Beasts of heaven and beasts of hell alike were devoured. The logical void, once thought untouchable by otherworldly hands, was torn open and saturated with spawn-a-many.

The supernatural void, realm of Monster's, Dreams, and Gods, fared no better, for the Red Moon consort desecrated its halls, birthing children upon its very idea.

And what is genocide when it leaves behind no bones, no ash, no lamentation, or narrative, and dictation of evidence? As such it is the genocide of existence itself. Whole peoples dissolved as if they had never been, their histories collapsing into silence.

Languages unraveled mid-syllable. Cultures fell not by the sword but by erasure, their stories unsaid and unremembered. It was not death, for death at least leaves grief in its wake. This was nothingness, a perfect negation of all things impure in the eyes of it's oppressors.

In that endless night, Adam upon his throne, unmoving, his chains rattling as if in mockery of freedom. His face bore no joy, no sorrow, no wrath, only the hollow mask of one enslaved.

Tear's of blood drip down his eyes.

His mind.slowly returning.

Yet the darkness pouring from his frame was endless, and his seed of corruption unceasing.

Vileth laughed as she sat lovingly on his lap, her voice tempting as a bag of gold, and her womb forever swelling, forever delivering monstrosities into the void of nothingness they have created together. But why stop at one fruit, when there are so many more out there to conquer.

With each that false, her power rise unmatched. She did not love anything else but him, nor did she hate; she gloried in the ruin itself.

Centuries bled into millennia, yet no measure of time could be counted. The Red Moon waxed eternal, painting the skies or reality with madness, and still the spawns emerged, filling every corridor of creation.

And thus, the Era of Primordial Darkness began.

"The world did not end in fire, nor in ice, but in the endless night of Adam and Vileth's union, a night from which no dawn shall ever rise"

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Inside the Black Sea, the highest conceptual plane within Creation High than Even the Spirit World where Adam Save File Manifest as Absolute Do over if a dead end was achieved.

Adam's eyes shut opened, or maybe they didn't. There was no up, no down, only an endless void of black that seemed to swallow thought itself.

He floated, or fell, or did both at once, unable to tell. Then, as if the void had been waiting for this very moment, it began.

Memories of his Dead End all came flooding back.

Every atrocity, every crime, every act of obedience under Vileth's command replayed, magnified, impossible to escape.

Cities reduced to ash.

Entire realities devoured by the very Spawn's his own children he had help to create.

The Overlord was slaughtered. Minerva, his sisters… their faces twisted in horror, and yet even in death, they carried guilt of their own, blaming themselves instead of him for his current state at the time.

Adam groaned.

"NOOOOOOO... This… this can't be real."

He whispered.

His voice had no echo, no sound, but in the black sea, it was enough.

"No… this… all of it… it was all me....

The memories surged harder, flooding every corner of his mind. The spawn, the screams, the dying, the nothingness that followed.

Then came the System mechanical side saying.

『Game Over!』

『Dead End Achieved: Lord of Darkness: "This is why you don't put your dick in crazy!"』

Adam froze, staring at the abstract words floating in the void. His chest…or what passed for a chest here, tightened.

"What… what the hell is this, what have I done?"

He muttered.

"I want this to be some kind of joke, but I know it isn't....Ahhhhhwwwhh...

His voice cracked.

"I… I didn't… I didn't want any of this! I didn't mean to, to...

But the memories pressed in again, relentless.

He saw every act, every life taken, every scream he had caused, every world shattered, everything he and his spawn violated out of sadistic pleasure.

And yet, even those he had known personally and destroyed cruelly bore no hatred toward him, only their own despair.

"I… I killed them... Hahaha... I killed them all."

He said, voice trembling.

"I… Minerva… Priscilla, Rakasha, White, Nyx, Clara, Moca, my sisters, my subjects… everything… all of it… hahaha."

His hands clawed at nothing.

"And they… they didn't even… hate me? They… they just… suffered!"

The black sea pulsed around him, an impossible rhythm, as if mocking him, as if trying to crush him with the weight of his own sins.

"They… they died carrying guilt that wasn't even theirs."

Adam whispered.

"They… they should have cursed me. They should have...

A bitter, dry laugh escaped him.

"I am… a monster. A monster who obeyed… who destroyed… who… who...

He fell silent, or perhaps that silence fell upon him.

Then he spoke again, louder this time, rage mixing with despair.

"Why… why am I here? Why me? Why did it have to be me?"

The letters in the void shimmered, as he looked at one again.

『Dead End Achieved: Lord of Darkness』

Lord of Darkness

Lord of Darkness

Lord of Darkness

Lord of Darkness

LORD OF DARKNESS

LorD oF dArKnEsS....

The words play in his head over and over, again and again, hate, pure unfiltered hate to his oppressors began to grown, more, and more.

As madness took over, and Adam laughed then, a low, hollow sound.

"Dead end… really?"

He spat into the blackness.

"VILLETHHHHH YOU BITCH THIS ISN'T OVER."

With that in mind.

Adam began to choose the point in the story where he will return to.