Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 817

In the end, Adam reached a conclusion he had avoided for centuries.

He would go to the Forsaken Lands.

He would merge with the True Creator, reclaim power beyond the threshold of a true god, and seize the first Blasphemy Slate. Only by doing so could he gain partial command over the Sea of Chaos.

Only then could he help Amon complete his ascension and push their grand design forward.

If they missed this window, neither of them would ever reach godhood. Worse, they would become prey, hunted by the Fool’s Angel and the resurrected Roselle.

Before, Adam had been able to move slowly. Time had been on his side.

Now, it was not.

In little more than a decade, the ancient barrier left behind by the First Era would completely collapse. When that happened, outer gods of primordial rank would descend upon Earth. Civilization would not survive the first wave.

There was only one flaw in Adam’s plan.

He was not at the apex anymore.

Once he merged with the True Creator, the dominant consciousness would no longer be his. The will of the resurrected Ancient Sun God would take control, harsher and more extreme than Adam had ever been.

But there was no alternative.

Amon understood this as well.

Using the peculiar distortions of his path, he located a hidden flaw in the Forsaken Lands and brought Adam inside. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The moment Adam appeared, a deafening laugh shook the realm.

"You’re finally here. You’re finally here!"

The True Creator descended instantly.

No conversation.

No hesitation.

He opened his maw and swallowed Adam whole.

Divine light flared as the fusion began.

Adam did not resist.

They had never truly been separate. Letting the True Creator take control was simply allowing the Ancient Sun God to return with a more volatile temperament than before.

Blinding radiance erupted.

When it faded, a man stood before Amon.

His skin was pale. He wore a black clerical robe, a silver cross hanging over his chest. His hair was short, his eyes molten gold.

Grisha Adam.

The Ancient Sun God who had ended the Dark Era and rebuilt humanity’s order.

"Come," Grisha said calmly. "We retrieve the first Blasphemy Slate."

"Father..." Amon whispered.

For a being born from pure anomaly, Amon recognized only one creator.

Grisha gave a slight nod.

They vanished.

They reappeared deep within the ruins of the Giant King’s Court.

At its heart rested the first Blasphemy Slate, guarded by a lingering evil spirit.

This slate was formed from the corpse of God Himself.

It was also the key to commanding the Sea of Chaos.

With it, Grisha could fully connect to that abyssal ocean.

And once connected, even without the final missing fragment of the Author pathway, he could forcibly manifest the power of the Dreamer.

From that foundation, he could project the authorities of Tempest, White Tower, and Sun.

Omniscience.

Omnipotence.

A flawed version, temporary and imperfect.

But still enough to place him halfway into the domain of an outer god.

In the past, neither Adam nor the True Creator had dared approach this place.

They were incomplete.

The evil spirit Saslir would have used the slate’s power to corrupt them.

Now, Grisha raised his hand.

"Return."

The second Blasphemy Slate, once formed from his own body, dissolved into him.

Saslir screamed as Grisha reclaimed it, collapsing into nothing.

Grisha seized the first slate.

In an instant, he used it to anchor himself to the Sea of Chaos.

Power flooded in.

Reality warped.

Within moments, Grisha forced the Dreamer authority into coherence and began projecting Tempest, White Tower, and Sun.

Half–outer god.

Without wasting a second, Grisha and Amon appeared in the Northern Continent.

"Eye of Omniscience."

Golden light erupted from Grisha’s pupils.

He searched for the Fool’s Angel.

He searched the Angel’s past.

He searched the Angel’s future.

Across the world, Rowan Mercer opened his eyes.

"So... this is what half an outer god feels like."

Sensing the intrusion, Rowan severed the connection with a flick of his fingers and reversed the divination.

"Amon. Adam. No... Adam and the True Creator fused. Grisha Adam."

Rowan considered it briefly.

"Should I erase them now and harvest their authorities?"

Tempting.

But inefficient.

Grisha, at this state, could still flee. Chasing him would take time.

And time meant risk.

The outer gods lurking beyond Earth might notice.

That was unacceptable.

More importantly, when Grisha had attempted his scan, Rowan had quietly planted marks on both Grisha and Amon.

They could run to the edge of the universe.

Rowan would simply step through a door and appear in front of them.

Before reaching multiversal consolidation, caution had been necessary.

Now?

Rowan alone could flatten every true god on Earth.

He could wipe out every outer god beyond it.

There was no rush.

Elsewhere, Grisha frowned.

"Nothing."

He slowly exhaled.

"He likely already possesses the Source Citadel and used it to block my sight."

Amon had once mentioned encountering an unusual Night Watcher while stealing Pallez Zoroast’s characteristics.

That brief delay had allowed the Fool’s Angel to corner him.

Adam’s earlier investigations suggested that Night Watcher might have been a soul released from the Source Citadel in preparation for the Celestial Worthy’s revival.

If so, the Fool’s Angel could be tied directly to that same origin.

Which meant...

The Angel might truly control the Source Citadel.

If that were the case, resisting Grisha’s Eye of Omniscience made perfect sense.

Grisha’s gaze darkened.

"He’s stronger than he appeared."

For the first time, Grisha felt genuine caution toward the Fool’s Angel, now believed to possess both the Fool and Door authorities, and possibly the Source Citadel itself.

"I have an idea," Amon said, adjusting his monocle. "We can stir the waters."

"If we leak news of Roselle’s imminent resurrection to the Eternal Blazing Sun and to the Church of Steam and Machinery, they’ll intervene personally."

Chaos would follow.

And in chaos...

They might profit.

"If we manage to kill the traitor Orsiques," Amon continued, "and reclaim the Tempest authority and characteristics, your power will rise significantly."

Grisha did not respond.

But he did not refuse.