Creation Of All Things-Chapter 139: VOCIFERY 1

Colors reversed.

And reality bent like paper.

In an instant—

Earth returned.

Or what was left of it.

Dust.

Broken buildings.

Silhouettes of skeleton cities.

The wind howled, not with nature—but with memory.

Adam stood in midair, hands in his pockets.

Jordan was already gone.

He didn't need to be told twice.

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Adam exhaled softly.

"Let's see it," he muttered.

A clean panel unfolded in the air in front of him. Lines of glowing text flowed like digital silk.

His eyes flicked toward the first tab.

[SYNTHESIS] — Skill Description

Type: Absolute Utility Skill

Grade: Undefined

Effect: Combines any number of abilities, skills, laws, daos, domains, or concepts into a singular, optimized existence. Removes conflict between components. Enhances synergy by rewriting origin laws.

Special Function: Auto-upgrades fused abilities beyond current realm limitations.

Note: Once combined, separation is impossible unless overwritten by the creator.

Status: Active

Adam smirked.

"So smooth…"

He swiped to the second tab.

[VOCIFERY]

A Supreme Reality Anchor Skill

Type: Absolute

Effect: Control, overwrite, and manifest the laws of reality, time, and dimension through vocalized command.

Core Traits:

Command Law – Speak, and reality obeys. One-word commands can collapse cities or reverse entropy.

Dimensional Harmony – All timelines, all universes, all laws… synchronized under your voice.

Echo Override – Any opposing ability spoken or cast is overwritten by your own, no matter the source.

Void Tongue – A hidden dialect that speaks directly to the heart of creation. Only Adam can use it.

Absolute Tone – Can deny existence itself. Speak a thing's name… and it is erased.

Adam closed the tab with a flick of his fingers.

The sky behind him trembled.

He looked down at the cracked earth, muttering to no one in particular:

"One word…"

His voice echoed through the wasteland like thunder under water.

And far away—beyond mountains and shattered towers—armies began to stop moving.

Because reality had just agreed with him.

And Jordan?

Jordan had already started the purge.

Far across the ruins of Earth—

A blur of movement flashed through the chaos.

Jordan.

He moved like a ghost.

Faster than sound.

Faster than thought.

No footsteps.

No sound.

Just bodies dropping.

One slice.

One strike.

Every motion clean, effortless.

A blade carved from condensed light flickered in his hand, phasing in and out like it didn't belong to this world.

His cloak danced behind him, slashing through smoke and blood as he appeared behind a group of armored invaders—and they collapsed before they even saw him.

Boom.

A building exploded behind him, flames erupting outward as Jordan stepped through the smoke untouched, his eyes dull—uninterested.

An enemy general with five stars on his collar roared and raised his arm—

But his arm was already gone.

Jordan didn't look back.

Didn't slow down.

The invaders panicked.

They fired spells. Lasers. Kinetic rounds.

He walked through them all like water.

Superhumans on the ground, bruised and bleeding, turned toward the sky, stunned.

One of them, a girl with torn wings and cracked armor, gasped, "Who… who is that?"

Her friend, eyes wide, whispered, "I don't know… but he's not one of ours."

Another shot rang out.

Before it hit her—

Slash.

The bullet fell in half.

Jordan stood in front of her, not even sparing her a glance.

He vanished again.

Gone.

Like a glitch in the air.

Above, cameras from remaining satellites tried to track him.

They failed.

Somewhere in a command bunker, a voice shouted, "Who the hell is this?! Our sensors can't even register him!"

Someone else answered, trembling:

"I think… I think it's a ghost. A real one."

Back on the battlefield, Jordan landed atop a broken mech, his blade still dripping.

He looked around at the burning horizon.

At the ruins.

At the war.

He didn't speak.

Instead, he moved again—this time straight through a dozen beasts from another realm.

They didn't even scream.

They just… unraveled. Like they were never real.

Above, the clouds cracked—

A thunderclap rolled across the sky.

Adam was still watching.

Still standing above it all, silent.

"All alien invaders… turn to dust."

Adam's voice wasn't loud.

He didn't shout.

He just said it.

Flat. Final.

And reality obeyed.

No flash.

No grand light show.

Just—silence.

Then—

Everywhere.

Across the shattered continents.

Above floating cities.

Beneath oceans and beyond mountain ranges—

They started to crumble.

The first to fall were the skyborne Ashura warriors, mid-flight.

Their glowing wings froze mid-beat.

Then their bodies cracked—like old clay.

And in less than a breath…

Dust.

On a rooftop in ruined Tokyo, an armored alien commander turned to give orders—

His words caught in his throat.

He looked at his hands—fingers vanishing into powder.

Gone.

Deep in the jungles of Brazil, five Rav'nak soldiers dragged Earth survivors toward a ship.

Their visors flickered.

Their bodies froze.

Dust.

It wasn't slow.

It wasn't dramatic.

They simply… stopped existing.

Even in the middle of battle—like Rav'kan.

He was locked in a fierce clash with Franklin, blade clashing against pure plasma fists.

The ground shook beneath them.

Rav'kan snarled, "You're strong, human. But—"

He paused.

Looked down.

His fingers were… fading.

His arm… cracking apart like dry earth.

"What is—"

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Dust.

Franklin stumbled forward as Rav'kan's form scattered in the air, like ash caught in a breeze.

He blinked.

Then looked around.

And saw it happening everywhere.

Creatures. Beasts. Soldiers. Machines still controlled by alien tech—

All of it.

Cracking.

Breaking.

Turning to fine grey powder that drifted into the wind and vanished into the dirt.

Above, Jordan landed on a streetlight post and looked out.

No more targets.

He sheathed his blade.

Didn't smile.

Didn't speak.

Just closed his eyes.

All over the planet—

From wastelands to battlefields to oceans—

Earth was quiet again.

And in the sky, Adam stood alone.

His coat fluttered in the windless air.

His hands still in his pockets.

He didn't look impressed.

He just whispered to himself—

"…Next."