HDXD: Omni Harem System-Chapter 257: Absolute Redo

Adam floated in the endless expanse of the Black Sea, or at least that's what it felt like to him, the feeling of floating.

But there was no water here, no gentle current to carry him along. Hell, there wasn't even a here in the traditional sense.

No up, no down, no left or right.

Time didn't flow forward here, or rather it didn't exist at all. This wasn't even space, so time never had meaning here to begin with.

In accordance to Beatrice will, this was place she created as the highest conceptual plane, above even the Spirit World, here Adam existed as a pure idea... That idea being the Story of Himself.

A thought suspended in nothingness, untethered from the chains of reality. He was an echo of himself, a blueprint of a man was best way to describe his conscious existence in this place.

At first, the rage had consumed him.

It boiled up from the depths of his soul, a scorching hatred for Vileth that twisted his ethereal form into something sharp and vicious.

He had screamed into the void, silent screams that echoed only in his mind, cursing her name, replaying every twisted moment of that dead end. The Lord of Darkness.

What a fucking title.... He thought to himself.

He had become the greatest monster at the end of that dead end story, but at the same time a mere puppet to something lesser, the irony of it all was disgusting.

He hated the fact that he was chained to her whims, his body a vessel for horrors that spilled out like poison from a cracked vial.

Their spawn, those abominations born of darkness of all kind, and madness, devouring worlds, erasing histories, leaving nothing but a hollow void in their wake.

And the worst part? The faces of those he had loved, Minerva's great strength crumbling into despair, Priscilla's fierce loyalty turning to self-blame, his sisters all innocent eyes wide with confusion as the end came.

They hadn't hated him. No, that would've been a mercy. Instead they all carried the guilt themselves, as if they could've stopped the unstoppable.

But rage burns hot and fast, even in a place without time.

Eventually, it flickered out, leaving behind a cold clarity. Adam let it go, piece by piece, like shedding old skin. He breathed, metaphorically, anyway, and felt the weight lift. Acceptance settled in, heavy but necessary.

This had happened.

It wasn't a dream or a trick; it was a path he had walked because he made a mistake, blinded by whatever spell she had woven around his mind. The Omni-Genocide, the Red Moon swelling like a bloated corpse in the sky, the endless night where no dawn dared rise.

He had been the instrument of it all, his hands stained with the blood of realities. But here, in this timeless idea-space, he had eternity to unpack it. No rush, no deadlines. Just him and the black, infinite canvas of his thoughts.

He thought about how it started.

That cavern, the Queen's writhing mass below, the two star's. Vileth in Johanton's body, taunting him, her divine essence slumming it in mortal flesh.

He'd fought smart, used his Fourth Wall to turn her into numbers, chipped away at her health like a game boss.

But he stupidly underestimated her.

It was clear that the Gods don't play fair in a battle to the death. After blasting her vessel to zero, teleporting the corpse into the void of space, thinking that was it, she did the unthinkable and at the last minute jumped into Daisy mutilated body.

As headless as he made her Vileth healed must of the bodies injuries to make it usable.

That sword of darkness through his chest, the spikes blooming inside him, ripping him apart. Divine Imprisonment: Recoil of the Soul. That's when the chains snapped on, when his will bent to hers, and the nightmare truly began.

Avoiding it meant going back to the root.

Not just patching the hole, but ripping out the foundation. He couldn't let her get that close again, he couldn't no he wouldn't give her the chance to slip into his mind or another body.

His powers, Divine Magic ticking down, the child-like body from Divine Promise of Obsolescence, it made him vulnerable.

Since it made him and everything else obsolete.

Henceforth he can't access his full power.

But he was stronger now, armed with foresight from this hellish loop. He began to plan his counter attack out.

He needed to hit harder, faster. Don't monologue, don't hesitate. Use the Fourth Wall from the jump, bind her stats, and crush her before she can summon those shadow tendrils or pull any tricks.

And Daisy... keep an eye on that body.

This time around he could not afford to look pass any loose ends. If she tries the switcheroo, be ready.

"I will use Memory Point on the bitch."

Yeah, that was the way.

Go back to the very point when he was about to face her, right at the cavern's edge, before the battle began.

Reset the board, play it different.

He wasn't the same Adam anymore.

This dead end had forged something colder in him, a resolve like tempered steel.

With that decision crystallizing in his mind, the Black Sea responded. The Save File, a power Beatrice's label as an Authority, or her divine gift, began to respond to Adam will.

"An Absolute Do-Over... I can't lose even when I do lose."

Beating like a cosmic heartbeat in the void.

The narrative reset wasn't a gentle fade; it hit like waking from a fever dream that had stretched on for eons.

One moment, the black swallowed everything; the next, reality slammed back into focus. Adam's eyes snapped open, not in the abstract, but in flesh and bone.

The horrible, long nightmare clung to him like sweat-soaked sheets, fragments of atrocities flashing behind his eyelids.

Realities drowning in ichor, the Red Moon's scarlet drip burning away sanity, his own hollow face on a throne of chains.

It flash all at once.

But it was now officially over.

Like a Fading dream.

A bad dream, yeah, but one that left scars on the soul.

He was back in his child-like body, six years old in appearance, trembling with the strain of channeling Astrum.

The byproduct of Divine Promise of Obsolescence, his spell that regressed his form to amplify power.

The cavern shook around him, chunks of ceiling crumbling, the Queen's mass roaring below. Time was short; less than five minutes before the spell wore off.

And there she was, Vileth in Johanton's hovering form, her glowing eyes narrowing as the first magic circle expanded beneath her.

"Hah! You little shit, isn't this...

She started, her voice dripping with that same mocking venom, Johanton's twisted snarl pulling at the possessed lips.

Adam didn't respond.

His face was a mask, emotionless, eyes flat like polished obsidian.

The nightmare had stripped away the need for words. He snapped his fingers, and Heat Magic... Flash Freeze activated with brutal efficiency.

The temperature plummeted, air screaming as it hit -210°C, ice crystals encasing Johanton in a glittering tomb.

The stat block in his mind's eye ticked down: HP from 99,999 to 90,632. Solid, but he wasn't stopping there.

The ice cracked, shattered, Johanton's frozen clothes and skin crumbling away, revealing the naked, regenerating form beneath.

Vileth's power stitched it back, but the damage was locked in by Fourth Wall. No regen could touch those numbers.

"YOU BASTARD!"

She roared through the throat, fury and pain mixing.

"I've been too merciful, it seems!"

Still, Adam said nothing.

He moved like a shadow, his small frame blurring with speed that defied his appearance.

The second circle glowed sinister beneath her, Brain Furnace igniting. Heat funneled upward, into Johanton's skull turning into a pressure cooker.

Eyes smoked, and burst into flames, blood vessels popping. Her scream tore out, half Vileth, half Johanton, as the head erupted in a blaze.

But Adam didn't wait for the pop.

He was already there, Astrum surging through his body. His fist connected with the regenerating torso, a punch laced with divine essence that bypassed flesh and struck at the core.

Vileth's avatar staggered, surprise flickering in those glowing eyes.

She hadn't expected this...raw, unrelenting force from a kid's body. Shadow tendrils lashed out, summoning beasts of darkness that flooded the area, wrapping around her like armor.

They hit him once, twice, sapping his stamina, making healing a grind. Sweat beaded on his forehead, freezing in the cold.

Yet he pressed on, emotionless.

Another strike, this one to the chest, cracking ribs that reformed instantly but shaved more HP.

70,000. 50,000.

She swung back, tendrils whipping like serpents, but he dodged with precision born from the nightmare's lessons.

No dancing on the knife's edge this time; he was the blade. A knee to the gut, an elbow to the jaw, Johanton's body crumpled under the assault, regeneration struggling against the numerical lockdown.

"What... what are you?"

Vileth gasped, her voice cracking as the head reformed just enough to speak.

She summoned more shadows, trying to overwhelm him, but Adam's Fourth Wall held firm. Numbers didn't lie.

He grabbed her by the throat, Johanton's throat...and squeezed, channeling Heat Astrum directly into the vessel, and creating flaming spikes into her neck.

At the same creating a weak point using the Blood of Allash

The stat block plummeted:

20,000. 10,000.

Zero.

BOOOM!

The skull exploded again, brain matter sizzling on the ice. The headless body dropped, smoke curling from the stump.

Absolute death, mind, body, soul, gone for the vessel. Vileth's presence flickered, trying to cling, but it was futile.

But he wasn't taking any chances this time around.

Using Memory Point he teleported the Johanton body into the sun.

Far away in another universe instead of mere interstellar space.

And sure enough, quicker than before, just like last time, the suprise attack came. A large sword of pure darkness stabbed toward his chest, wielded by Daisy's headless body, now regenerating under Vileth's control.

"I have no idea what the hell you did to me, making it impossible to use lil Johny's body, but you are a fool to have left this one sitting around."

The voices overlapped, Daisy and Vileth, mocking and triumphant.

"Hehehe... Still, it is sad that you didn't want to work with me, so if offering won't get you on my side... Then maybe some brainwashing will. Divine Imprisonment... Recoil of the Soul."

The sword bloomed into spikes, aiming to rip him apart.

But Adam was ready.

Just to get back some revenge, he extended his real body, making a bone tail with flesh, and like a plant uprooting else where his real body appear just behind Vileth, or Daisy in this case.

As she grabbed her by the shoulder, her sword darkness still in his decoy.

Vileth's surprise was palpable, the body stiffening in his grip.

"How?!"

Adam leaned in close, his voice a low, chilling as he whisper in her ear.

"Let this be a message Vileth, of what happens when you fucked around and stay to find out."