Creation Of All Things

The room was silent. All eyes locked on Adam as he stood at the podium, calm and steady.

He looked around at the powerful figures of Earth—presidents, prime ministers, generals, family heads, and hidden powerhouses. Some looked confused, others wary. A few, straight-up annoyed.

Adam took a breath, then spoke.

"Most of you don't know me," he said. "The name's Adam Dhark… Supreme Monarch of the Universe."

Boom.

It wasn't loud.

But the title hit the room like a quiet explosion.

"The whole monarchy thing? I get it—it's probably weird for you. But where I've been, it's very real," he continued, his voice smooth and unshaken. "I'm the son of Freya Dhark and Raphael Williams. And about 25 years ago… I got summoned out there. Into the universe. As a student."

He gave a small smile.

"And now… I'm back. Not just stronger—way beyond anything you can imagine."

Whispers broke out around the table. Adam kept going.

"My parents, my siblings… they're out there too. Stronger than ever. We've seen what's out there—what's coming. Which is why we're inviting you to join us. Not as subjects. As allies."

He leaned slightly forward.

"It's time Earth stops pretending it's alone in the universe."

Everyone went quiet again.

"And after today's invasion," Adam added, his tone sharpening, "you've seen it for yourselves. You're not ready. If I hadn't stepped in, most of you would be gone."

He let that sink in.

"I won't always be around to save the day. So it's time to level up."

Silence.

Then, out of nowhere—

"I have a question."

All heads turned to the speaker. A girl with silver eyes and mechanical joints raised her hand like she was in class.

"I'm Raina. While you were out there… did you see my sister? She looks like me."

Adam stared at her for a second.

Then sighed.

"…Yeah. I can see the resemblance," he said with a small smirk. "You're both robots."

Raina blinked. Then nodded, satisfied.

"That confirms she's alive. Thank you."

Adam chuckled under his breath and looked back at the others.

"Anyway—back to what I was saying."

He said, his eyes locking onto his grandmother—Tatia.

She understood immediately and stood up with a calm, unshakable air. The room quieted, all attention on her.

"Well, you all heard the boy," she said, voice firm, echoing through the chamber. "And let me make one thing clear—this is not up for debate."

Murmurs started rising from some corners, but she shut it down with a glance.

"We old foggies, the ones who've been clinging to power and titles… it's time we stepped aside. We've hit our limits here. Staying on Earth is holding us back. We need to go out there—into the stars—and get stronger."

Her tone sharpened.

"Because if today proved anything, it's that sitting here with dusty traditions and fragile pride won't protect this planet."

She paused, then added with a faint smile, "It's time to stop pretending Earth is the center of everything."

The atmosphere shifted.

Eyes darted toward the younger generation in the room—the future leaders, the prodigies, the ones who hadn't yet tasted power but were already shaking the world.

Tatia continued, "From today on, the next generation takes the lead. Earth's future isn't in our hands anymore… it's in theirs."

Adam gave her a nod of respect and looked to the rest. "You've had your time. Now let us show you what comes next."

A few elders stood up, some in silence, some with hesitation.

Adam folded his arms, his tone suddenly colder, firmer. The playful smirk from before was gone.

"I don't even know why I'm still talking," he said, voice echoing with authority. "You're all going. That's not a suggestion, it's not up for debate."

His eyes swept across the room—leaders, elders, legends of the old era—all silent under his gaze.

"The mothership is already waiting in orbit. Massive, cloaked, and ready to leave." He paused for a second, letting the weight of it sink in. "So go back. Pack up whatever you need. Say your goodbyes. Settle your unfinished business."

He turned toward the center of the room, his presence almost overwhelming.

"Then return here. One week. That's all the time you get."

With a snap of his fingers, glowing sigils spun through the air, opening multiple shimmering portals leading back to different corners of the world.

The room stayed quiet for a few seconds… until Tatia walked toward one of the portals. She didn't look back. One by one, the others followed.

Some moved with pride, others with quiet fear—but none resisted.

Selene stood slowly, looking over at Alexandria, who was still staring at Adam like he just dropped out of a romance drama. "Are you coming?"

Alexandria snapped out of it, nodded quickly, then turned to Adam with a soft smile. "I'll be back…"

Adam didn't say a word, just gave a small wave without looking at her.

Jordan, still annoyed from earlier, scoffed as he passed Adam. "Tch… bossy."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "And yet, you're still listening."

Jordan clicked his tongue and stepped into the portal.

As the last portal shimmered and closed, Adam stood alone in the now-empty chamber, the echoes of footsteps fading behind.

ONE WEEK LATER

The sun was just setting when the first portal opened.

One by one, glowing gates lit up inside the massive chamber like stars being born, bathing the room in soft light. Figures stepped through—some dressed in ceremonial robes, others in battle gear, a few in plain old suits. But all of them had one thing in common:

They looked different.

Sharper. Calmer. Heavier, somehow—like they'd left their old selves behind.

The air buzzed with quiet tension.

Tatia was the first to step forward, hands behind her back. Her gaze swept across the room, noting who was already here and who was yet to come. She said nothing, but the way she moved was enough. She was ready.

Raina arrived next, dragging a hover-case behind her like it was a school project. She nodded at Adam casually. "I brought spare parts."

"Not for you, I hope," Adam replied, half-smiling.

"Nah. For when I find my sister. I'll probably need to bribe her."

A few more portals shimmered. More people stepped through.

The President of Japan bowed to no one and stood in a corner, watching. The Nigerian Head of Power, tall and wrapped in flowing green-and-gold fabric, gave a respectful nod to Tatia and took a seat. Even the infamous rogue mage of Siberia showed up—barefoot, ice crystals floating around his head like a crown.

And then… Jordan walked in.

Same jacket. Same annoyed face.

"You still standing there like a final boss?" he muttered to Adam.

Adam, now seated on the edge of the podium like it was a bar stool, just shrugged. "Habit."

More people entered.

Some came with students. Some came alone. Some had clearly just fought something before arriving—blood on their armor, dirt on their boots.

Within minutes, the chamber was full.

The doors shut on their own, sealing the room with a soft thoom.

Then silence.

Everyone looked toward Adam.

He stood up slowly, the lights dimming just a little to draw all eyes to him. The chamber responded to his presence like it was alive.

And then—

"Welcome back," he said. "Hope the week was productive."

A few chuckles. A few glares. One person actually clapped.

"Time to move."