The Omnipotent System

The wind whispered softly as Adams stood on the balcony of his palace, gazing down at the vast world beneath him. The stars stretched endlessly across the sky, their light barely reaching the grand cities, the towering mountains, the endless oceans—his domain. The gods had knelt before him, the universe had acknowledged him, and yet, in this quiet moment, he could only smirk.

"Funny," he muttered under his breath. "I was just a guy from Earth once."

He leaned against the railing, arms folded, eyes distant as memories flickered through his mind like scenes from an old film.

A simple man, a nobody, tossed into a new world after death. That day, the system had spoken to him for the first time, its voice cold and absolute. "Welcome To The Omnipotent System." That was it. No explanation, no warning. Just those five words, and then everything changed.

What followed? Power—endless, unstoppable power. The kind that shattered limits, rewrote rules, and made even the strongest tremble. He hadn't sought it. It had simply become his. The strongest foes, the so-called rulers of realms, had all been nothing more than stepping stones. He had crushed them without effort, without challenge. Looking back, he couldn't even call them enemies. Just… ants that had crossed his path.

And then there were the ones who stood beside him.

Mabel, Enigma, Lilith, Inara, Akira, Nyx, and Aveline. Seven women, each powerful in their own right, yet bound to him not by power, but by something deeper. They weren't just companions—they were his family. His equals in a world where no one else could even stand in his shadow. He remembered meeting each of them, the moments that led to them standing beside him now. Some had challenged him, others had followed him from the start, but in the end, they had all become part of his world.

His smirk widened slightly. "The strongest being in existence, and yet, I'm still just a man with his family."

A soft footstep behind him. He didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"You're brooding again," Lilith teased, leaning against the railing beside him. Her crimson eyes flickered with amusement. "Nostalgic much?"

Adams exhaled lightly, glancing at her. "Just thinking about how far I've come. From a nobody to… this." He gestured to the vast expanse before them. "It's kind of ridiculous, don't you think?"

Lilith chuckled, her flames subtly dancing along her fingertips. "Ridiculous? Maybe. But fitting."

Another presence joined them—Mabel, her golden hair glowing under the moonlight. "You say it like you weren't always meant to stand here," she said softly, her gaze warm.

Akira's voice chimed in from behind, casual yet sharp. "You're not getting sentimental, are you?" Her tails flicked lazily as she stepped onto the balcony. "Would be a shame if the all-powerful Adams suddenly got soft on us."

Adams laughed under his breath. "Soft? Hardly." He turned back to the view, the world stretching infinitely below. "Just… realizing how lowly it is at the top."

The wind howled slightly, as if agreeing with his words. No one challenged him. No one could. It was an existence above all else, yet at times, it felt distant. Untouchable.

Nyx approached, her presence as silent as the night itself. "And yet, we stand with you." Her voice was smooth, unwavering. "So maybe it's not so lonely after all."

Aveline nodded, her crystal throne fading into the air behind her as she joined them. "The world bows, the gods kneel, but we remain." She met his gaze with an elegant smirk. "That's what matters, isn't it?"

Adams looked at them, his wives—his queens—before glancing back at the world. Yeah… that's what matters.

He straightened up, exhaling as a faint chuckle left his lips. "Well, no point standing around here all night." He turned, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Let's go. I think I'm in the mood for something entertaining."

Lilith grinned. "Now that sounds like you."

As they walked away from the balcony, the universe continued to stretch infinitely below, but Adams had already seen enough. He had climbed to the peak of existence, broken every limit, defied every rule.

And now?

Now, he simply lived.

The scene shifted in an instant.

One moment, Adams was on the balcony, looking down at the vast world beneath him. The next, he stood in the heart of his God Domain, a grand hall stretching endlessly, bathed in golden light. The air buzzed with energy, laughter, and the unmistakable sense of celebration.

The gods were gathered—figures of legend, beings who once ruled the cosmos, now drinking, feasting, and making merry. The hall was alive, filled with divine auras clashing and intertwining in a chaotic yet strangely harmonious dance.

At the center of it all, a massive table stretched across the hall, overflowing with food and drinks. Roasted beasts, exotic fruits, barrels of divine mead—everything a god could want.

And at the far end, a throne-like seat awaited Adams.

Before he even had the chance to move, a loud, familiar voice cut through the noise.

"Oi, oi! The birthday boy finally shows up!"

Jack. Loud as ever, a mug of divine ale in one hand, the other thrown around Janice's shoulders as she tried (and failed) to push him away. His wild grin stretched across his face as he raised his drink. "Took you long enough, Sect Master!"

A roar of cheers followed.

Adams smirked. "Didn't think I'd miss my own party, did you?"

Before anyone could answer, a blur of motion shot toward him—Arianna. She tackled him with the speed of a comet, her part-black, part-blonde hair flowing wildly.

"Happy birthday, you big idiot!" she laughed, squeezing him in a surprisingly strong hug.

Lokk and Lovigary weren't far behind. Lokk stood with arms crossed, grinning. "We figured you'd spend the night brooding somewhere."

Lovigary rolled his eyes, sipping from a goblet. "Typical Adams behavior."

Adams chuckled, ruffling Arianna's hair before turning his gaze across the hall. His disciples stood in a group—Charles, Arin, Elara, and Kael—all looking at him with the same unwavering loyalty they always had.

His parents, Laden and Aria, sat nearby, watching everything unfold with amused smiles. Laden nodded in approval, while Aria's gaze held that quiet warmth only a mother could have.

Then, there were the Horsemen.

Kael stood at ease, his expression unreadable but respectful. Garrick leaned against a pillar, his large frame relaxed, drinking straight from a barrel. Hera sat with a smirk, swirling her wine as if the chaos around her was a private joke only she understood.

Anderson was, of course, right beside Adams' seat, arms folded, wearing his signature lopsided grin. "You do realize this party's only happening because we forced it, right?"

Adams shrugged. "Not complaining."

Across the hall, the twin elves, Elamenor and Erren—now fully grown, their once youthful features hardened by experience—were laughing as they arm-wrestled a struggling god.

Nearby, the Js were engaged in their usual antics, cracking jokes, drinking, and occasionally flexing their powers just to show off.

And then…

Awar.

The lazy demon was exactly where Adams expected—half-asleep, sprawled out on a couch, completely unbothered by the festivities.

Cresil, meanwhile, was doing what he did best—flirting. He leaned in close to a group of goddesses, whispering in that smooth voice of his, making them giggle and roll their eyes.

Adams sighed. "Some things never change."

With a wave of his hand, the hall trembled slightly, and suddenly, the divine drinks and food refilled themselves, the music swelled, and the celebration kicked into full force.

Thor slammed his mug down. "Now that's more like it!"

Loki grinned, nudging Hermes. "Double or nothing on the next drinking round?"

As the night stretched on, Adams finally took his seat, letting himself relax.

For once, there were no battles, no threats, no cosmic forces to deal with. Just this—his people, his family, his friends—all gathered in one place.

His smirk widened.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself. "Not bad at all."