Creation Of All Things-Chapter 166: Adam vs Alfred

Virelia – Later That Same Day

Somewhere in the outer courtyard of the Celestial Monarch Palace, golden trees swayed gently under a twilight sky that looked like it had been painted by a sugar-high deity. Peaceful. Calm. Serene.

Until someone crashed through a bush.

"ALFRED!!!"

Adams came flying in like a meteor made of rage and throw pillows, leaping over the railing with that dramatic anime sprint—the kind where his legs blurred and sparkles trailed behind because of course they did.

Alfred screamed like a gremlin and bolted, still wearing a T-shirt that read:

"I Survived Chew Man… But My Cultivation Didn't."

"You printed that!?" Adams shouted mid-chase.

"Limited edition!" Alfred yelled, dodging a pillow that nearly took his head off. "You're famous now, bro! Embrace the merch!"

Aria watched from above on a floating balcony, legs crossed like she was the final boss of sarcasm. "You two gonna destroy the garden again? Or should I just call the landscaper now?"

"I'll rebuild it!" Alfred yelled, still running. "With t-shirts!"

"YOU'RE GONNA REBUILD IT WITH BRUISES!" Adams shouted, leaping over a koi pond and narrowly avoiding the koi god that surfaced to glare at him.

Meanwhile, inside the palace…

Freya stood by a massive window with Raphael. They both silently sipped from celestial tea cups that shimmered like galaxies in glass.

Raphael watched his sons chasing each other, causing minor tremors in the sky and scaring off entire bird populations.

"Should we stop them?" he asked without much urgency.

Freya shook her head. "Let them burn it out. Builds character."

"Mm," Raphael said, tilting his cup. "You added cinnamon this time?"

"Stardust cinnamon," she replied proudly. "Goes well with disaster."

Just then, Aurora walked in holding another stack of scrolls. Her expression was tired, like someone who had just cataloged a thousand cults dedicated to snack-based deities.

"I've now received seventeen official requests from Taiyu to designate Adams as a culinary god," she said, not even blinking.

Freya blinked. "God of what now?"

"Specifically, 'God of Mundane Consumption and Universal Collapse.'"

Raphael chuckled softly. "Catchy."

"They're building a statue," Aurora added, dropping the scrolls on the table. "Out of breadcrumbs."

Freya raised an eyebrow. "He'll love that."

Back in the garden, the chaos had… evolved.

Now there was a full-on shounen battle pose-off.

Adams stood at one end of the courtyard, shirt slightly torn, hair ruffled, aura flaring in chaotic spirals of violet and black.

"You insult my chew," he growled. "You mock the crunch."

Alfred, now floating mid-air with ridiculous anime wind blowing his scarf (where did the scarf come from?!), pointed dramatically.

"Your snack crimes will not go unpunished, brother!"

"Then come at me, Sip Boy!"

"RAAAAAGH!!!"

BOOM!

Their clash shook the sky. Lightning forked in from nowhere because anime rules said it had to. The koi god dove back into the pond, muttering, "I hate this family."

Aria, now seated on a floating recliner with a parasol and sunglasses, sipped her celestial smoothie and sighed. "They're doing bit-based combat now. We need therapy coupons."

A moment later, Alice floated down beside her with a snack bowl of starfruit chips. "Is this where the show is?"

"Front-row seats," Aria said. "Adams is chewing his way through Alfred's honor again."

Alice crunched a chip. "Classic."

Suddenly, BOOM, Adams vanished and reappeared behind Alfred in a teleporting backstab classic anime pose.

"You let your guard down!"

"I was monologuing!" Alfred cried.

"Too late!" Adams shouted, reaching into his robe… and pulling out… a burrito.

"Wait—what—" Alfred blinked. "You brought a SNACK into battle?!"

Adams took a dramatic bite.

Everything paused.

The sky dimmed. Winds stilled. A black hole hiccuped in the far corner of the universe.

"No," Alfred whispered. "Not the Crunchtimate Technique…"

Adams opened his mouth. "CRUNCH…"

The sound echoed like the heartbeat of fate itself.

"NOOOOO!"

Alfred dropped like a stone, dramatically spinning like someone had uppercut his soul.

"GYAARRGGGHHH!!!"

He landed on the grass with little swirls in his eyes.

Aria stood and held up a sign that read "10/10." Alice held up "8.5" because the burrito had too much rice.

Aurora walked in, having seen none of the buildup, and just stared.

"Did he just defeat his brother… with a burrito?"

Freya's voice echoed from somewhere inside: "At least he didn't destroy a realm this time!"

Adams stood victorious over Alfred, who groaned like a defeated Pokémon.

"I told you," Adams said, finishing the last bite. "Chewing is not to be underestimated."

Just then, a courier spirit zipped into the courtyard.

"Urgent letter from Taiyu Realm!" it chirped. "They are requesting the Chew Man's official blessing on their new snack-based battle order!"

Adams blinked. "What?"

Aurora opened the scroll and read aloud: "To the Glorious Cruncher of Realities, we humbly request your presence at the Grand Snack Dojo Inauguration, where disciples vow to master the path of Edible Destruction."

Adams fell to his knees. "I hate this timeline so much."

Aurora patted his head. "It's okay. They're naming a pastry after you, too."

"A… what kind of pastry?" he asked weakly.

"They call it 'The Forbidden Chew.' One bite and your taste buds will ascend dimensions."

Alfred gave a thumbs-up from the grass. "Sounds delicious."

Adams threw a stick at him.

Later that night, the whole family gathered around a divine campfire in the upper courtyard.

Aria roasted marshmallows using a controlled beam of cosmic heat. Janice floated upside down, playing cards with Alfred. Aurora scribbled new cult registries in a bored daze.

Freya handed Raphael a cup of moonwine. "Think they'll ever grow out of this?"

Raphael took a sip, watching Adams argue with the koi god over who had more dramatic flair.

"Nope," he said. "But it's never boring." freewёbnoνel.com

And somewhere… far away…

Taiyu priests gathered in a candle-lit temple.

They lit incense. Chanted softly. And stared at the giant mural of a man eating a fig under a tree.

On a golden plaque, the words glowed brightly:

"He Munched. They Vanished. Balance Was… Reconsidered."

Long Live the Chew Man.