Chapter 9 - Chapter: 8 Kiyohime The Serpent and the Monk

Meanwhile, in the distance, Adamus sprinted towards his house, the ground trembling beneath his feet with each thunderous step. Despite the distant explosion signaling the clash between Iseva and Brielle, he remained steadfast in his purpose, his focus unyielding as he pressed forward toward his destination. The earth shook with his every stride, causing cars to lift from the ground due to the sheer force of his movement.

As he finally reached his neighborhood, Adamus spotted his house from afar, with Omnimorph hovering nearby, strangling his mother with his elongated hair. The sight filled him with a cold fury, but he knew he needed to be strategic. Using his superpowers, he concealed himself within the trees and bushes in his backyard, positioning himself just next to Omnimorph and his mother.

From his hidden vantage point, Adamus observed Omnimorph, who was nervously biting his nails and muttering to himself, "Why are those samurais taking so long?" Despite his mother's peril, Omnimorph seemed entirely distracted, focusing more on his impatience than the cruel act he was committing.

Adamus settled into the bushes in a meditative stance, thoughts racing through his mind. "Omnimorph is way too strong for me," he mused, feeling the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on him. "But I don't have enough time until he loses his patience. I have to hurry and gather as much energy as I can from everything around me."

He raised his hand, forming the Gyan Mudra with his fingers, a gesture of wisdom and concentration. Closing his eyes briefly, he then opened them, revealing a brilliant gold glow that radiated with immense power. "Tenshi no Me," he intoned, activating his ability. From his fingertips, millions of tiny, invisible threads of life energy glowing a vibrant yellow began to spread out across the city, reaching even further to distant mountains and hills.

These ethereal threads wove through the landscape, seeking the life energy of trees, plants, animals, water, earth, fire, electricity, and even the radiation of the sun. As they made contact with each source of life, they began to siphon the vital energy, channeling it back to Adamus. The threads wrapped around ancient trees, their bark pulsing with a golden hue as they willingly shared their centuries-old energy. Flowers and grass bowed under the touch of the threads, contributing their essence without resistance.

When the life strings encountered animals, a remarkable transformation occurred. Each creature, from the smallest insect to the mightiest beast, paused and seemed to understand the necessity of the moment. They stood still, their eyes briefly glowing with the same brilliant yellow as the threads, signifying their acceptance. The energy flowed from them, merging into the ever-growing reservoir that Adamus was amassing.

Even the elements responded to his call. Streams and rivers glittered as they lent their aquatic energy, the earth rumbled softly, yielding its ancient strength, and the flames of distant fires flickered brighter before contributing their fiery essence. Electrical currents buzzed with heightened intensity, and the very sunlight seemed to dim slightly as it poured its radiant power into Adamus.

With each passing moment, he could feel the tremendous influx of energy surging through him, his body becoming a conduit for the combined forces of nature and life itself. The gold glow in his eyes intensified, and his entire form began to radiate with an almost blinding luminescence.

Adamus stood ready, empowered by the collective vitality of countless beings and elements,

The yellow glow in Adamus's eyes intensified as green energy swirled around his body like a vortex, his entire form radiating with an almost blinding luminescence. Empowered by the collective vitality of countless beings and elements, Adamus stood ready. Channeling his immense power, he raised his hands and formed two disks of gold and green energy, each one a dense and compact manifestation of elemental forces. These disks were so potent and powerful that they began to distort reality itself, creating shapes of triangles and squares, breaking into the fifth dimension.

With a primal scream, Adamus shouted, "Quantum Spiral Discs!" as he hurled the disks from his hands toward Omnimorph. As the villain turned around, he narrowly dodged the first disc, but the second one sliced through his hair, freeing Adamus's mother from his grasp. The discs, however, did not stop there. They turned around with deadly intent, pursuing Omnimorph relentlessly as he flew into the sky, trying to evade their assault.

"Are these energy discs alive? Why do they keep following me?" Omnimorph thought, panic rising as he twisted and turned through the air. The discs seemed to have a mind of their own, breaking reality and teleporting to intercept him before he could escape.

Meanwhile, Adamus, now back on the ground, rushed to his mother's side. He gathered her into his arms, his eyes still glowing with the residual energy of his immense power. As he held her, he watched Omnimorph's desperate attempts to flee the relentless Quantum Spiral Discs. The sky above was a chaotic display of energy and light, as the discs continued their pursuit, warping reality in their wake.

Adamus thought to himself, "Wow, I need to remember how I did that move, just in case I might have to use it again." He turned his head to his mother. "You're safe now, Mom," he whispered, his voice steady despite the chaos. "I've got you."

Almasa, Adamus's mother, responded with a mixture of concern and reproach. "What did I tell you about being a hero, saving people, risking your own life for others? It always comes with a cost, and that cost is your family and your loved ones. Please, stop your pursuit of justice."

Adamus surrounded himself and his mother with his green energy, lifting her gently into his arms as he ran through the city in the opposite direction of Omnimorph. As they sped along, moving at 15 times the speed of light, they continued their conversation.

"I'm sorry," Adamus said to his mother. "I will find a way to fix it. I can keep being a hero and protect you and my friends. I know for a fact, Mom," he added, his voice breaking with emotion and tiny tears forming in his eyes, "I can save everyone. I know I can, just believe in me."

"Adamus, you can't save everyone, son," Almasa replied, her tone filled with a mix of love and sorrow. "Sometimes you have to make a decision. Are you going to save your family, or are you going to save strangers? Turn yourself in, serve some time in prison, and let this dream go."

"I'm not turning myself in, Mom," Adamus said firmly. "I didn't kill anyone, and I will save everyone."

As they zigzagged through cities and mountains, their speed creating streaks of light in the air, they suddenly turned a corner at a building. Out of nowhere, Omnimorph appeared in front of them, halting their movement abruptly.

Adamus skidded to a stop, his eyes widening in shock and determination as he faced Omnimorph. "Get behind me, Mom," he said, setting her down gently but firmly. He squared his shoulders, ready to confront the villain once more, his green energy swirling around him like a protective barrier.

Omnimorph smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. "Running away won't save you, Adamus. And it definitely won't save her. The energy discs you sent after me vanished. I guess they gave up."

Adamus clenched his fists, the power within him surging. "We'll see about that," he replied, the resolve in his voice unwavering as he prepared for the inevitable clash. His mother, Almasa, was surrounded by Adamus's green energy, protecting her.

Omnimorph rushed at Adamus, and their hands collided, connecting like webs. Their faces were inches apart, a tug of war of strength and willpower ensued. The force of their collision was immense, causing the ground beneath them to tremble.

"Mom, hurry up and run!" Adamus shouted, still maintaining the protective green energy around her as they struggled. The sheer power of their clash began to crack the city in two, with them at the epicenter. The ground split open, creating a massive fissure that widened with each passing second. Cars and buildings toppled over, falling into the giant crack that their confrontation had created.

As they continued to collide, the air crackled with energy and tension. Omnimorph sneered at Adamus, his voice dripping with malice. "I'm gonna have fun beating you up, kid. I love watching new people get their superpowers and thinking they can challenge the system. You're not the first. After I'm done with you, no one will attempt it again."

Adamus's eyes blazed with determination. "You're not beating anybody up, and you're not hurting anyone. Not as long as I'm here."

In the midst of their struggle, Adamus noticed the massive fissure they had created, splitting the city in half. He watched in horror as people began to fall into the giant crack. His mind raced, knowing he needed to save them quickly.

"Pay attention," Omnimorph taunted. "It seems like you're distracted." With a swift motion, he headbutted Adamus, sending him staggering backward. Omnimorph's arm transformed into a massive squid tentacle that lashed out towards Adamus.

Adamus dodged the tentacle, hopping onto it and running along its length. He quickly closed the distance and delivered a powerful punch to Omnimorph's face, sending him hurtling into the sky. They stared each other down, both ready for the next move.

Suddenly, the two gold and green Quantum Spiral Discs reappeared on opposite sides of Omnimorph. They converged on him with incredible force, hitting him simultaneously and sending him flying. "Perfect timing," Adamus muttered, watching Omnimorph struggle against the discs.

With Omnimorph momentarily distracted, Adamus turned his focus to the massive crack in the middle of the city. Using his powers, he sped towards the fissure to save the citizens who were falling. As he dashed along the edge, rescuing people with FTL Plus speed, he glanced up and saw a giant explosion in the sky from his Quantum Spiral Discs.

Adamus's heart raced as he continued his desperate efforts to save as many people as possible.

Amidst the chaos, Adamus fought to maintain his focus. As he dashed along the edge of the fissure, he watched helplessly as more people began to plummet into the widening chasm. With a burst of speed, he darted back and forth, grabbing as many citizens as he could, his heart pounding as their screams echoed around him.

In a brief moment of stillness, he paused, his mind racing. "I need to save them all," he thought, determination hardening his resolve. Not a single life should be lost today. Activating his life strings, he spread them out in a vast web, catching every falling person, including entire school buses filled with children. Millions of glowing threads cradled the citizens, gently pulling them back to safety.

As the last of them reached solid ground, Adamus breathed a sigh of relief. Using his Tenshi no Me, he peered into the depths of the ditch, scanning for any signs of life. "I got them all," he reassured himself, feeling a momentary sense of accomplishment.

But before he could even react, Omnimorph appeared out of nowhere, his Immeasurable speed catching Adamus off guard. With a devastating uppercut, Omnimorph sent Adamus hurtling into the sky, the force of the blow shaking the ground below.

As Adamus hurtled through the sky from Omnimorph's brutal punch, blood trailed from the corner of his mouth. But in a blur of movement, he lashed a life string to a nearby building, swinging around midair and landing on his feet with practiced grace.

Before he could breathe, Omnimorph descended like a meteor, hovering with that same twisted grin.

Omnimorph: "You're way too slow, kid. I'm done playing with you."

In the blink of an eye, Omnimorph vanished then reappeared mid-punch, sending Adamus flying through multiple buildings. Glass, concrete, steel shattered.

Adamus vs. Omnimorph – Velocity Sync Scene

The rubble groaned beneath him as Adamus coughed blood, his vision spinning.

Adamus (thinking): I couldn't even see him. What was that?

Another strike. Then another. Steel beams shattered like twigs, walls crumpled around his body. Every impact carved new craters into the ground until Adamus lay sprawled in the largest of them, bruised and gasping.

Above him, Omnimorph hovered, laughing.

Omnimorph: "Too slow, kid. You can't land a single punch on me with that speed of yours."

Adamus's golden life strings flared faintly, spreading out as his body began knitting itself together. The bruises lingered, but he forced himself to his feet, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

Adamus: "This is fun. Reminds me of my MMA days… sparring with my buddies. Only difference is… back then, no innocents got hurt. That's when the fun disappears."

His gaze sharpened.

Adamus: "And there's something I've been dying to try. I never thought it would work but I've never fought anyone faster than me. Well… except for that snake."

Omnimorph's grin widened.

Omnimorph: "Then those are the last words you'll ever say."

Golden threads snapped outward as Adamus reached forward grasping Omnimorph's life stream itself. Energy surged into him.

Adamus (smiling): "No. These aren't my last words. But I do have something to say… Velocity Sync."

Omnimorph chuckled darkly.

Omnimorph: "What an interesting choice for last words. Now die!"

He blitzed forward at immeasurable speed. But this time Adamus wasn't there.

Omnimorph's fist cut through empty space. Another strike. Another kick. Every blow missed as Adamus ducked, weaved, flipped, sliding through the chaos with ease. Golden light shimmered around his strings, his movements impossibly fluid.

Omnimorph's eyes widened in shock.

Omnimorph: "Impossible! You were crawling before barely twenty times faster than light. How are you dodging everything? How are you moving at my speed?!"

Adamus steadied himself, golden aura blazing, and smirked.

Adamus: "Simple. I synced our velocities. Yours and mine… are now exactly the same."

The air vibrated violently, golden sparks tearing through reality itself.

Adamus: "We're both moving at immeasurable speed now."

Narrator:

Adamus Jovajra was already beyond conventional power but it was the fusion of two transcendent forces that unlocked his terrifying potential: the Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal and the golden light of his divine eyes, the Tenshi no Me.

The crystal gave him total command over energy kinetic, thermal, spatial, even friction. He could alter resistance itself, rewriting how motion works at the fundamental level.

The Tenshi no Me let him perceive and bind to the life-threads of anything people, objects, forces, concepts linking them directly to his will.

From these powers came Velocity Sync.

Velocity Sync isn't speed it's total control of motion. By syncing the velocity of two entities, Adamus can transfer, merge, or swap their movement in real time. If a comet blazes across the sky, he can steal its momentum and move at light-searing speed. If a snail crawls by, he can reduce his enemy to a crawl.

He doesn't need to move.

His body simply becomes motion.

He can sync a person's heartbeat velocity to the ground stopping it instantly. Or slow down the rate at which someone absorbs energy, reducing their power gain to zero. Since velocity is distance over time, Adamus manipulates both: stretch time, shorten distance, or freeze motion entirely.

He can sync a fighter to a falling leaf. Or an explosion to a heartbeat. As long as the target is within his perception and the life-thread is bound the velocity exchange holds.

He can weaponize stillness, rewrite movement, and bend momentum itself.

All with a glance.

End of narration.

"How about you just let me go?" Adamus suggested, his voice calm despite the tension in the air. "We don't have to fight. You know I did nothing wrong."

Omnimorph's laughter echoed ominously. "You did everything wrong. You broke the number one rule: saving people without government approval. And let's not forget, you killed Mayor John John," he sneered. "I'm going to turn you in."

Adamus wiped the blood from his lip, a small smile forming. "I've seen your past, Omnimorph. You and the OmegaForce tearing down governments, overthrowing nations, killing rulers. You've committed genocide, led brutal coups, and even murdered the god Ibeji in the Earth Realm of Brazil. All of it just to protect your new country, the Grid. You betrayed your old country for it. You're a traitor.

Omnimorph's eyes narrowed, his wicked grin never faltering, though his voice carried the venom of a squid. "Ah, so it's true. Those eyes of yours... Tenshi no Me, right? Maybe I should tear them from your skull, one at a time." His chuckle was dark, each note dripping malice, as though savoring the thought of destruction. "Betrayed my country? Brazil was never my country. That pathetic, broken land just like Rome got exactly what it deserved. It should feel honored, blessed even, to bow before The Grid."

The air around them thickened as his voice turned colder, heavier, like the weight of a coming storm. "You're naïve, kid. This world isn't built on hope or dreams. It's a battlefield. The only ones with real power we set the rules. This isn't some fairy tale of sunshine and rainbows. It's wolves at the top deciding who lives... and who dies." His laughter rang out, sharp and cruel, echoing like the cracks of thunder.

Adamus, unflinching, shifted into the Wrathful Pose (Pratyalīḍha Stance), one leg lunging forward, the other grounded behind, steady as the earth itself. His arms coiled with precision, his body taut with controlled energy. The movement was deliberate, charged with a sense of unshakable vigilance and purpose. His eyes locked onto Omnimorph's, unwavering, sharp as a blade. This was the stance of one who stood ready to destroy ignorance, to confront chaos head-on.

Omnimorph scoffed, his voice laced with mockery and disdain. "What are you doing? Dancing? Is this the grand dance of surrender? Pathetic!"

Adamus's expression remained calm, a flicker of a wry smile playing at his lips. His voice was steady, a quiet strength resonating in his tone. "No. This is a fighting style called Capoeira, rooted in the very culture you've turned your back on."

As Omnimorph glowered, Adamus shifted seamlessly from the wrathful stance into a fluid, rhythmic motion. His body seemed to glide like water in motion, each step an intricate weave of strength and balance. With deliberate grace, he dropped into the signature ginga of Capoeira, his movements a hypnotic blend of dance and combat. His legs stretched and swept across the ground, carving invisible arcs of power. His upper body swayed like a tree in the wind, his every shift poised to strike or evade, a testament to his mastery of the ancient art.

Omnimorph's sneer deepened, his derision like acid. "Capoeira? Don't make me laugh. My country is The Grid now. Brazil, Rome, the realms they're all beneath us! Beneath me!"

As Omnimorph rushed at Adamus, fury burning in his eyes, Adamus remained calm, his body flowing with the rhythm of Capoeira. As Omnimorph closed in with a vicious strike, Adamus reacted with lightning speed, his legs propelling him into a graceful backflip. The motion was seamless, his body arching through the air, avoiding Omnimorph's attack by mere inches. His feet touched the ground softly, his balance never wavering as he landed in a crouched position, ready for the next move.

Omnimorph snarled, refusing to let up. He shot into the air, his fists clenched as he aimed a powerful dive straight down at Adamus. The speed and force behind the attack were enough to crush a building, but Adamus was already in motion. With a quick pivot on the ball of his foot, he spun to the side, his body bending low to the ground in a swift esquiva de frente, a defensive maneuver in Capoeira designed to evade direct attacks. His torso twisted gracefully, the wind from Omnimorph's attack ruffling his clothes as he narrowly avoided the deadly blow.

Omnimorph's fist crashed into the ground where Adamus had just stood, creating a crater that sent debris flying. But Adamus was already a step ahead, his movements a dance of agility and precision. He transitioned smoothly into a macaco, a backward handstand flip, using the momentum to create distance and prepare for the next onslaught. His body twisted through the air, his legs kicking up as he flipped, his eyes never leaving Omnimorph.

Adamus landed effortlessly, his feet sliding into a stable stance, his arms poised for both defense and offense. He kept his body in constant motion, his feet gliding across the ground in the ginga, ready to react to Omnimorph's next move. The rhythm of Capoeira coursed through him, each movement fluid and unpredictable, embodying both the art of the dance and the strategy of combat.

Omnimorph, his frustration boiling over, screamed into the sky, his voice a thunderous roar. "Why can't I hit you? Especially with these ridiculous movements! Stop this constant dancing!"

Adamus remained focused, his body moving fluidly through the Capoeira techniques. As he danced back and forth, his energy coalesced into two shimmering Quantum Spiral Discs. He glanced up at Omnimorph, his voice carrying over the chaos. "This is not a ridiculous dance. Capoeira is a vital martial art with a rich history. It was used by Brazilian slaves to fight for their freedom and protect their people from Portuguese oppressors. It even played a part in the Golden Law, signed by Princess Isabel, which ended slavery in Brazil."

Omnimorph sneered, dismissing the significance of Adamus's words. "I can mock that third-world realm as much as I want. If I can't hit you, I'll just become too big to miss!" His body began to change, the transformation rippling through him as he grew in size. The Earth trembled, and the city shook violently as Omnimorph morphed into a colossal Kraken, stretching across across the city. In reaching to other cities.

Buildings crumbled and shattered under the weight of Omnimorph's transformation, the ground cracking and upheaving. As the monstrous Kraken loomed over the city, Adamus's eyes widened in both confusion and concern. He knew he had to act quickly.

Without hesitation, he threw his Quantum Spiral Discs onto the ground, which hovered and emitted a soft, humming light. Adamus leaped onto the discs, using them as a hoverboard to rise above the devastation. With a burst of speed, he maneuvered towards the gargantuan Kraken, determined to confront Omnimorph despite the overwhelming odds.

Omnimorph, now a towering, monstrous figure, roared with fury, his immense tentacles sweeping through the air. One of his colossal limbs swung toward Adamus with the force of a tidal wave. The ground trembled beneath the Kraken's swing, and the sheer size of the attack was enough to obliterate anything in its path.

Adamus's hoverboard sped across the air, his movements agile and precise as he dodged the massive tentacle. With the Quantum Spiral Discs glowing brightly beneath him, he weaved through the chaos, his Capoeira techniques flowing seamlessly into his aerial maneuvers.

Adamus soared above the crumbling city on his Quantum Discs, narrowly evading the massive, swinging tentacles of the Kraken. Each swipe from Omnimorph's colossal limbs was a potential death blow, but Adamus's agility and speed allowed him to weave through the onslaught. Despite his best efforts, the sheer number of tentacles began to overwhelm him. With a determined effort, he threw his Quantum Discs, slicing through several of the massive appendages, but it wasn't enough.

In a devastating move, Omnimorph's enormous tentacles ensnared Adamus, lifting him high before slamming him into the ground with bone-jarring force. The impact created a giant crater, and Omnimorph's tentacles relentlessly pummeled him, pinning him down with crushing strength. Adamus's face was bloodied, his body battered and bruised as he struggled to breathe.

The relentless assault seemed endless, each tentacle strike further digging him into the crater. Just as Adamus thought he might be finished, he heard a desperate, familiar cry. His mother's voice pierced through the pain and chaos, calling for help. His eyes flew open, and through the crushing weight of the tentacle, he activated his X-ray vision with he's Tenshi no Me, .

To his horror, Adamus saw one of Omnimorph's smaller tentacles coiling around his mother, squeezing her with a brutal grip. The tentacle shook her violently, her head slamming into a building with a sickening thud. The impact left a bloody mark on her forehead, and she fell unconscious, her life force visibly draining away.

The sight of his mother in such peril ignited a storm of fury within Adamus. His eyes flared with a fierce gold light, and his energy surged to unprecedented levels. The intensity of his emotions translated into a raw, overwhelming power that radiated from him.

and his green energy flared brighter than ever before, a visible manifestation of his rage and determination.

Summoning every ounce of strength left, Adamus burst free from the constricting tentacle. With a fierce cry, he unleashed thousands of life strings, each one glowing with intense energy. The strings lashed out with pinpoint accuracy, wrapping around Omnimorph's tentacles in a fierce tug-of-war. The sheer number and power of the life strings created a dynamic struggle, pulling and tugging at the Kraken's limbs, weakening their grip and fighting back against the monstrous foe.

Omnimorph's laughter echoed through the chaos, a chilling sound that reverberated through the ruins of the city. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted as his tentacles continued to shatter Adamus's life strings with devastating force. Each snap of the strings chipped away at Adamus's resolve, leaving him grasping for a final plan.

He's too strong and too fast, Adamus thought, his energy reserves dwindling. Going head-on won't work. I need a different approach.

Summoning the last of his strength, Adamus manipulated two life strings with precision. One string was used to secure his mother, pulling her to safety away from Omnimorph's reach. The other string was cast far from the chaos. "Switch now!" Adamus commanded, performing the high-risk maneuver to move his mother to a safe location.

Omnimorph's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the sudden disappearance of his captive. "Where did she go? How many powers do you have? It doesn't matter. You're still losing!" he roared, his anger boiling over as he continued to crush the remaining life strings.

With his life strings destroyed, Adamus was forced to rely solely on his martial arts and quick reflexes. He dodged the massive tentacles and debris, maneuvering skillfully toward the heart of the giant Kraken. There, he braced himself beneath Omnimorph's gargantuan Kraken form.

With a surge of desperate strength, Adamus positioned himself beneath the towering Kraken, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged, veins throbbing across his arms and neck, and his face twisted in agony as he pressed his hands against the creature's massive underside. The weight of the Kraken nearly a 7 quintillion tons pushed him down, forcing his feet to sink into the crumbling ground. His mind raced, thinking of the innocents in the city below, the friends and family he had sworn to protect, and the promise he had made to his mother.

"I can't fail them!" he growled through gritted teeth. "Not now, not ever!"

Summoning every ounce of strength, Adamus roared, lifting the behemoth creature off the ground inch by inch. The sheer force caused the earth beneath him to crack and split apart, debris flying as the ground trembled under the immense pressure. Blood vessels bulged across his body, his eyes wide with determination. He could feel his bones straining under the weight, but his willpower his need to save everyone overpowered the pain.

With one final, explosive effort, he hoisted the Kraken above his head, his legs trembling as he steadied himself. Then, with a mighty leap, he launched into the air, the monstrous beast still clutched above him. Higher and higher he soared, the city below becoming a distant blur. As he broke through the skies, Adamus began to spin the Kraken in circles, gathering momentum, his muscles burning with each rotation.

"Get out of my city, you traitor!" he roared, his voice filled with fury and righteous power.

With one final, cataclysmic swing, Adamus hurled the Kraken with everything he had, sending the enormous creature hurtling into space. As the Kraken flew higher, its colossal form began to shrink, the transformation reversing.

As Omnimorph soared higher, his colossal form began to shrink, reversing back into his human frame. He tumbled through the endless void, stars and moons sprawling in every direction, and far beyond them the shimmering outlines of countless hyperverses.

Yet even here, above the planet, he felt it the invisible weight of Omniterra.

Not just gravity, but something far greater: a higher-dimensional pressure, a force that refused to let go. This planet was alive in its own way, pulling back everything that tried to escape. Unless one was impossibly strong or launched outward with equal impossibility Omniterra always reclaimed what was hers.

Omnimorph's body glowed with a sinister aura as he steadied himself in the void, eyes locked on the blue-green world below. A cold smirk curled across his lips.

Omnimorph: "That kid's impressive… but still too weak. And I don't have time to drag this out. They told me not to kill if I could avoid it but apparently, I can't. Let's see if he can handle this."

His voice echoed in the emptiness of space.

Omnimorph: "Besides… who cares about C-rank citizens?"

The aura around him darkened, power gathering for a strike that could shake the very planet.

Narrator: On Omniterra, escape is near impossible. Its higher-dimensional force drags all things back to its surface. A living gravity that binds gods, mortals, and even hyperversus to its will.

The end of narration.

With a flash of dark energy, Omnimorph invoked his ability the power to transform into anything he desired. His body warped and expanded until it became a colossal sphere of pure energy, stretching an astounding 24,901 miles across. His form pulsed and crackled with unstable power, arcs of lightning and fire swirling violently around him. He hurtled toward the planet below like a burning star unchained, a blazing inferno streaking through the cosmos. The sheer heat and magnitude of his energy made him an unstoppable force of destruction.

Back in the city, Adamus rushed to his mother, his face etched with worry. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently, but his mother remained unconscious, blood still dripping down her forehead. With tears stinging his eyes, he activated his Tenshi no Me to check her vital signs. Relief washed over him as he saw her heart still beating.

"Hang in there, Mom," he murmured, lifting her gently. He wrapped both of them in his green energy, a protective cocoon that shielded them from the devastation around them. "We need to hurry up and get out of here. I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice breaking with emotion as he carried her through the chaos.

As he fled, Adamus caught sight of the blazing sphere's reflection flickering against the shattered glass of the crumbling cityscape. He turned, and his breath caught he massive ball of energy was tearing through the sky, hurtling straight toward them like a second sun gone mad.

Adamus (thinking): There's no way… he actually transformed into something that massive. His heart sank as the ground trembled beneath him. If that ball of energy Ignite it will take out millions of cities.

Panic erupted around him people were running frantically, some on their knees praying, others crying or attempting to flee in flying cars. The scene was a whirlwind of despair and desperation. Adamus knew he had to act quickly. "I'm fast enough to definitely get my mom out of here, but I can't let everyone else die," he resolved. "My dreams and my family matter just as much as theirs."

He sprinted with his mother toward the tallest building he could find, the energy ball ominous shadow growing larger and darker as it descended. Reaching the top of the building, Adamus carefully set his mother down, her unconscious form a heartbreaking sight.

With the energy ball closing in, Adamus focused all his energy, summoning a brilliant green and green aura. The energy surged around him, forming a protective shield that began to expand outward, casting a radiant glow over the city. "This isn't enough," he realized with a surge of determination. "I need to make this shield bigger. I need to save everyone."

He concentrated harder, pouring every ounce of his strength into enlarging the shield. The green and yellow light intensified, stretching out to envelop the entire city. As the meteor's fiery descent continued, Adamus's shield grew, a beacon of hope against the impending destruction.

Adamus's energy shield continued to expand, its protective barrier stretching to encompass mountains, and multiple cities Hundreds of cities in total, along with expansive lakes, forests, and vast areas of wilderness. The shield shimmered with green and gold light as it pushed outward, struggling to contain the immense force of the approaching energy ball.

This shield is still not big enough, Adamus thought with a sinking feeling. An explosion from a energy ball the size of a regular planet will be catastrophic.

The weight of his responsibility and the magnitude of the threat began to take a toll. As he focused intently on maintaining and expanding the shield, a wave of hallucinations struck him. He heard his mother's voice, though she remained unconscious.

Despair threatened to overwhelm him. He heard her voice again, more insistent this time. "I told you can't be a hero. You can't save everyone."

Adamus screamed back at her unconscious form, his voice cracking with desperation. "Yes, I can! Mom, I can save everyone!"

Just then, the energy ball collided with the shield, the impact reverberating through the energy barrier with a deafening roar. The shield groaned under the pressure, and Adamus strained to hold it in place, his energy pushing back against the energy ball relentless force. Despite his efforts, the energy ball continued to press forward, the barrier beginning to bend and crack.

As the energy ball fiery surface pressed harder against the shield, the pressure intensified, causing the shield to falter and shimmer dangerously. Adamus's eyes widened in terror as he watched the meteor's colossal mass push the shield to its breaking point. The barrier groaned and splintered, and Adamus's hands trembled, sweat pouring down his face.

As the meteor's explosion obliterated the shield, a colossal wave of dust and debris surged through the air. The once-protective barrier disintegrated under the immense force, leaving a barren, devastated landscape in its wake.

Adamus stood amidst the ruins, completely drained of energy. His once vibrant green aura was gone, leaving him weak and vulnerable. His eyes flickered between green and yellow, reflecting the last remnants of his power struggling to hold on. He surveyed the damage: the shield had protected the cities, mountains, rivers, and lakes within its reach, but beyond its boundaries, the destruction was immense. Mountains lay shattered, cities crumbled into ruins, and landscapes were scarred by the energy ball impact.

He turned his gaze to his mother, still lying unconscious on the ground. As he weakened, his vision blurred and his body faltered. Slowly, he sank to the ground beside her, the weight of his exhaustion overwhelming him. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared at her closed eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I thought I could save everybody."

The sounds of footsteps approached through the chaos. From the shadows, Omnimorph emerged, his cape tattered and his presence menacing. He stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the devastation with a smug expression.

Omnimorph sneered. "You threw everything away for people who won't even remember your name by tomorrow. Do you know how many so-called heroes have come and gone? Forgotten like yesterday's news while the world moves on to its next obsession. That's all you are just another fleeting trend destined to vanish."

His voice dropped to a cold whisper.

"You'll learn soon enough, kid. True heroes? They're a lie. In this world, the only thing that matters is power. The strong decide what's real and what's not. The alpha rules everything… and right now, that's me."

Without another word, Omnimorph delivered a powerful kick to Adamus's face. The impact sent him sprawling, his vision dimming as pain and darkness overtook him. Everything faded to black as Adamus's consciousness slipped away, leaving him lying motionless beside his mother in the desolate aftermath of the meteor's devastation.

Adamus's senses slowly returned as he began to hear the distinct sounds of a courtroom: footsteps echoing, the clinking of handcuffs, and murmurs of distant voices. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a disorienting scene. He found himself confined in a massive metal contraption, his head the only part visible. The machine was equipped with wheels and flanked by two stern-looking bodyguards. In front of him stood a woman with striking blue skin, dressed in a formal suit.

Adamus's panic surged as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. "What's going on? Where's my mom? Where's Omnimorph?" he demanded, struggling against the restraints.

The woman's voice was calm and professional as she addressed him. "My name is Grace Montgomery. I am your lawyer. Please, try to remain calm and don't attempt to escape. The restraints you're in are secured with a special crystal embedded in the center. This crystal is Veilstone, sourced from the Mutation Realm, specifically from the Kingdom Arcadia Prime. Veilstone forces anyone within its radius to use only 5% of their energy, regardless of their abilities. So, there's no escaping this situation."

Adamus's frustration grew as he continued to wriggle, but the restraints held firm. "I didn't do anything!" he protested. "Is my mom safe?"

Grace's expression softened slightly. "Yes, your mother is safe. She's in a coma, but she's receiving proper care in the hospital. It's expected that she might remain in a coma for the next year or two. Once she wakes up, she will attend the trial. Until then, she will be well taken care of."

Adamus felt a wave of relief mixed with sadness. "Thank you. When can I see her?"

Grace shook her head gently. "For now, your priority should be avoiding jail. We need to focus on your defense. I'm confident we have a solid case, but we'll need to navigate the legal system carefully."

The courtroom doors creaked open, and the guard's voice cut through the tension: "Adamus Jovajra vs. The Country, The Grid is next."

Grace Montgomery, Adamus's lawyer, turned to him with a reassuring nod. "Don't worry," she said confidently. "I've won many cases. I'm a S-rank and a Galaktikos. I work for the Human Rights Law Firm and am one of the leaders of the Human Rights Committee. Human Rights Committee is working to change the laws to ensure humans like you have rights, just like us Galaktikos."

They entered the courtroom, and Adamus, restrained in a metal machine, was led to the center. The judges appeared: two men flanking a woman seated in the middle. As they settled in, Adamus began to panic, shouting, "I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything. They framed me! They framed me!"

Grace tried to calm him, her voice steady. "Calm down, Adamus. This outburst won't help your case."

The female judge banged her gavel. "Order! State your case as to why your client didn't register as a superhero, didn't kill Mayor John John, and committed multiple murders and city damage in the pursuit of his capture."

Grace rose with poised determination, her voice steady yet commanding. "Your Honor, my client is a minor only 17 years old a high school student with no prior offenses. I have irrefutable evidence of his whereabouts during the events in question and a reasonable explanation for why he had not yet registered as a superhero. These infractions, if they can even be considered such, pale in comparison to the gravity of the situation that forced his hand."

The courtroom murmured with restrained tension as Grace's words echoed. Adamus sat silently, his jaw tight, the weight of accusation pressing in on all sides. The Veilstone crystals restricting his powers gnawed at his thoughts, their cold shimmer a cage he could not yet break. His mind sharpened against the pressure, a single thought burning through the haze: I need to find a way out of here. I need to find where my mom's at.

He was jolted back to the present as the judge's gavel struck with a resounding crack. The courtroom fell silent, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone present. The judge's voice was steady and firm, yet it carried an undeniable finality.

"Regardless of intent, no one is above the law not even those who call themselves heroes. Order must prevail, and actions outside the bounds of the law cannot be ignored. This court finds Adamus Jovajra guilty and sentences him to 80 years of imprisonment. Let this serve as a reminder: justice is not swayed by ideals, only by the law."

Gasps filled the courtroom. Grace's mouth opened in shock, but the judge raised a hand, silencing the room. "And not just any prison," she continued, her tone glacial. "Adamus Jovajra, you are to be transported to one of the most remote locations under our jurisdiction away, in an entirely different realm. The transfer will be executed via our advanced teleportation system immediately."

Grace stood, her voice rising. "Your Honor, this is a gross miscarriage of justice! You are disregarding due process and my client's right to a fair trial. This is unconstitutional!"

The judge turned her icy gaze to Grace, her words cutting like shards of glass. "Then sue me. File your appeal. But you know as well as I do that the legal process will take a decade, if not longer. Until then, my ruling stands. Court is adjourned." The gavel fell again, sealing Adamus's fate.

Guards moved swiftly, binding Adamus in glowing restraints as they prepared to escort him from the chamber. Grace stepped toward him, desperation and regret in her eyes. "Adamus, I... I'm so sorry. This isn't justice. I have enough evidence to exonerate you completely this should never have happened."

Adamus gave her a calm, resolute smile, his voice steady as he replied. "It's okay, Grace. I don't care how far they send me or what they throw in my way. I will find a way back. I promise you that."

Grace's eyes welled with emotion as she nodded, her voice breaking slightly. "I've never met anyone as strong as you. I promise I'll watch over your mother and make sure she knows where you are when she wakes up."

As the guards escorted Adamus out of the courtroom, he felt a mixture of resolve and sadness. His future was uncertain, but his determination burned brightly. Grace watched him leave, her heart heavy with concern, as the young man's fate seemed sealed by the overwhelming odds against him. The courtroom buzzed with fading chatter as the guards escorted him out, shackles clinking ominously with each step. Adamus, still wearing his orange jumpsuit, was ushered through a cold hallway before being placed aboard a futuristic prison bus that hovered silently above the ground.

The bus, sleek and metallic, hummed with advanced technology. Its thrusters ignited with a sharp blue glow, lifting the massive vehicle into the sky. The windows, narrow and reinforced, allowed only glimpses of the outside world, teasing the prisoners with the freedom they could no longer grasp. Inside, Adamus sat quietly, his eyes scanning the rows of fellow inmates. Most wore the same orange uniform, but the shapes beneath varied some humanoid, others grotesque and alien, with forms that stretched the limits of imagination. Some had multiple arms, others glowing eyes or scales, their eerie presence adding to the surreal nature of the journey.

As the bus sailed through the air, Adamus' mind raced, thinking of ways to escape. He assessed his surroundings, noting the high-tech restraints and the vigilance of the hovering drones that flanked the transport. Yet, his gaze often drifted to the other prisoners each a possible ally or foe in his future plans.

When the bus finally descended, the view from the windows shifted to a sprawling compound. The prison facility loomed beneath them, a colossal structure fortified with steel walls that shimmered with a faint, unnatural energy. At the center stood an enormous portal, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly light, radiating power and mystery. The portal crackled with energy, large enough to transport hundreds at once, its swirling colors a gateway to another realm.

As the bus touched down on the shore near the compound, the landscape around them was barren and hostile, with sharp cliffs and stormy seas crashing against the rocks in the distance. The prisoners were ordered off the bus, guards towering over them, weapons gleaming in the harsh light. Adamus stepped onto the hard ground, his gaze fixed on the massive teleporter in the distance. His thoughts shifted from escape to survival as he prepared for the unknown challenges ahead, the portal beckoning with both menace and promise.

Adamus, still handcuffed like the other inmates, felt the weight of the crystal embedded in the middle of the restraints, dampening his power, limiting him to a mere 5% of his true potential. Each prisoner had the same device, a shimmering stone that kept them contained, robbing them of any chance to fight back. One of the guards, towering and clad in sleek, black armor, announced that this was just the first stop.

"This is your first destination," the guard growled. "You'll be evaluated blood work, DNA scans before being shipped off to the Earth Realm. The country of Chao Sangrento 

The inmates slowly began to line up, shuffling toward the facility, each step a march toward their fates. But as Adamus prepared to move with the others, a cold hand gripped his arm tightly. A different guard, eyes hidden beneath a dark visor, yanked him out of line.

The guard leaned in, his cold blue skin almost glowing under the harsh lights of the corridor. His eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction. "You're not going anywhere," he taunted, his voice as chilly as his skin. "You've got a meeting with someone very important."

Adamus slowly lifted his head, locking eyes with the guard. The icy blue hue of the man's skin jogged a memory, and recognition dawned. "I know you," Adamus growled, fury simmering just beneath the surface. "You're the one who ambushed me at school with a jet pack and a sniper rifle. One of Galaktikós' soldiers."

The guard's cruel laughter filled the hallway. In an instant, he struck Adamus across the face with an energy baton, sending him crashing to the floor.

"That's for last time, you little brat," the guard sneered, standing over Adamus. His blue skin shimmered in the dim light, a chilling reminder of the power behind him.

Adamus wiped the blood from his lip, a small, mocking grin spreading across his face. His eyes began to glow faintly, but noticeably. "Even with just 5% of my power," he said with quiet menace, "you're still weaker than me."

For a moment, the guard's smug expression flickered, doubt creeping in. His chilly exterior couldn't mask the hesitation in his eyes. But he quickly recovered, masking his uncertainty with a sneer. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said, trying to sound indifferent. "You're important, apparently."

The guard's blue fingers closed around Adamus' arm, yanking him roughly to his feet. He dragged him through the endless maze of sterile hallways, their footsteps echoing eerily in the silence. The chill in the air seemed to grow stronger as they neared a large, foreboding door. The guard opened it with a mechanical hum and shoved Adamus inside with a final, hard push, slamming the door shut behind him with a cold, metallic clang.

Adamus steadied himself and surveyed the room. It was empty, save for two chairs placed opposite each other, and a massive screen mounted on the wall. The screen flickered to life, displaying security footage of Adamus in his heroic form dressed as Vajra saving civilians from a collapsing building.

From the shadows, slow, deliberate clapping filled the air. Adamus turned sharply, and there, stepping into the dim light, stood Boris wearing a perfectly tailored business suit, complete with a watch that screamed wealth.

Boris stood with an air of controlled power, his voice smooth but laced with an unmistakable menace. "You really are a hero," he said, his tone dripping with calculated admiration. "Such incredible power. I have to admit, I'm impressed. That battle with Omnimorph... exhilarating."

Adamus stood frozen in place, his heart pounding as recognition set in. "Boris... you're Dylan's father. The CEO... the man running for president. What are you doing here?"

For a moment, hope flickered in Adamus's eyes. His breath quickened, excitement bubbling in his chest. "Wait, don't tell me... you're here to bail me out, right?" His voice brimmed with the energy of someone desperate for good news. "You always know when to show up. Where's Dylan? Is he here too?"

Boris's sharp smile widened as he glided over to a sleek chair, gesturing casually for Adamus to sit. "Have a seat, Adamus," he said smoothly, each word carefully measured. "I'm here to do both."

The excitement drained from Adamus's face as the words hit him like ice. He frowned, confusion replacing the hope. "What do you mean, both?"

The room seemed to constrict as the tension grew thick. Boris leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. "I'm the reason you're going to prison," he said, his voice now colder, more sinister. "And I'm the only reason you'll ever get out."

Adamus blinked, his mind spinning in disbelief. "What? Why would you have me locked up?"

Boris's voice slashed through the air, sharp and merciless. "We've been tracking your every move. Jovajra. We spoke to your teachers. We saw the museum you visited recently... and the crystal you took."

Adamus shot to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger and defiance. "I didn't steal anything! That crystal chose me! It felt like it was calling to me!"

In an instant, Boris was on his feet, the calm facade evaporating into raw fury. "It doesn't matter!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the room with a force that rattled Adamus to his core. "That 'Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal' belongs to me! My company, Pluto Industries, owns it. Those imbeciles at the museum mixed up the fake crystal with the real one! And now everything's gone to hell!"

Boris clutched his head in frustration, the carefully constructed mask of control slipping for just a moment, revealing the seething ambition beneath. "You don't understand the power you're dealing with, Adamus," he continued, his voice low but filled with a dangerous edge. "And you don't know how far I'm willing to go to get it back."

Adamus, unwavering, met Boris's gaze with resolve. "You're wrong. That crystal belongs to my people. It's my responsibility to return it to them."

Boris sneered, his face twisting with arrogance. "Return it? To those barbaric monks? They're nothing more than cavemen compared to us." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a sleek remote. "You won't be returning anything," he growled.

With the press of a button, the crystal embedded in Adamus's handcuffs came to life, releasing waves of red lightning that tore through his body. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, but Adamus gritted his teeth, refusing to scream, even as his body convulsed with pain.

Through the agony, Boris's voice broke through like a mocking echo. "So, where is it? Where did you hide the crystal?"

The red lightning sputtered to a halt, leaving Adamus momentarily twitching on the cold floor, his body still defiant despite the pain. Through labored breaths, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched Boris, who was now pacing like a predator circling its prey.

"Where is it?" Boris demanded, his voice colder than steel. "Where is my crystal?"

Adamus chuckled, the sound drenched in a mix of exhaustion and mockery. "Honestly... I don't know. Maybe I am the crystal now," he said, pausing as he gathered strength. "I think... I fused with it."

Boris froze mid-step, confusion flashing across his face. "Fused?" he muttered, almost to himself, before quickly grabbing a nearby tablet. His fingers danced across the screen as he flipped through lines of data, his brow furrowing. "The archives never mentioned anything about fusion... Only that the crystal could harness the entire omniverse its timelines, dimensions, hyperversus... The Crystal of Everything is the key to creation itself."

As Boris murmured to himself, his tone growing more feverish, it was as though Adamus had vanished from the room. Boris's eyes glistened with raw greed, his voice dripping with malevolent ambition. "If I have the Crystal of Everything, all that remains is the Red Crystal the one Professor Doom foolishly handed over to his sniveling son, Jason Knight." Boris's lips curled into a wicked smile, his thoughts spiraling into visions of unchecked power. "When I possess both the Crystal of Everything and the Crystal of Destruction I won't just end this war... I'll end every war. Nations will bow. The grid will be mine. Not as a president... no, not even as a king... I'll be an emperor, ruler of all realms."

Adamus strained against the cuffs binding him, the crystal embedded within them suppressing his immense power. His eyes burned with quiet fury. "Just let me go, Boris," he said, his voice filled with equal parts defiance and exasperation. "You're wasting time."

Boris snapped out of his manic monologue, turning slowly toward Adamus as though he had momentarily forgotten the young hero was even there. His smirk returned, sharper and more malevolent than before. "You still don't understand, do you?" Boris said, his voice taking on a venomous calm. "You are the key now. A living vessel for the very power that will reshape reality. And yet, you still think this is a game."

Without another word, he snapped his fingers. The door creaked open, and a guard with icy-blue skin, cold, stepped inside.

"Take him away," Boris commanded, his voice as dismissive as if he were ordering trash to be thrown out. "Escort him to Chao Sangrento let him enjoy his time there. We'll find a way to drain that crystal from you... or use you as the crystal itself."

He stepped closer to Adamus, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculated malice. "In two weeks' time,

"See you in two weeks."

Adamus is dragged out of the room, taken through the facility for bloodwork and DNA testing. He's shoved back onto the prison bus, which soon lifts off and enters a massive portal. The bus rattles violently as the colors outside blur into strange black, white, and rainbow hues.

As they emerged on the other side, Adamus peered through the grimy bus window. The world beyond was a stark contrast to anything he'd ever known. The rolling hills, dotted with filthy mud huts, stretched endlessly into the distance. Strange pig-like creatures shuffled about, snorting and grunting as they carried out their monotonous tasks. The air itself seemed thick and heavy, the sky perpetually overcast with a sickly yellow hue. But what really caught Adamus's attention was the massive prison compound looming ahead, a towering, rust-streaked structure that cast a long, ominous shadow over the primitive landscape.

As the bus descended toward the compound, the stench of rot and decay seeped into the cabin. Flies buzzed in thick swarms, hovering around the bus's exhaust, and the ground was a sea of mud and grime. When the vehicle finally landed with a harsh jolt, the guards barked orders for everyone to get off.

"Welcome to the city of Oba Porca... and to Chao Sangrento Prison," one guard announced with a sneer, his voice thick with mockery. "This is where you'll be staying."

Adamus stepped off the bus and into a nightmare. The ground squelched beneath his boots, and the mud, thick and foul-smelling, clung to his shoes. The guards in this hellish place were even more grotesque up close. Pig-like in every way, they were hunched over, their snouts twitching, small beady eyes glaring out from under helmets marked with the emblem of Pluto Industries. Their skin was a sickly pink, wrinkled and layered with grime. Most of them sported patches of coarse hair on their bodies, and their tusks yellowed and cracked jutted out from their mouths.

Their armor, once sleek and advanced, was now battered and stained, with flickering holographic displays that read "Pluto Industries." The armor seemed out of place, too advanced for the slum-like surroundings, yet poorly maintained, with sparks occasionally flying out from malfunctioning components. Some of them had bulky, makeshift weapons attached to their armor, this technology, no matter how sophisticated, was carelessly used by these creatures.

Adamus's nose wrinkled as he surveyed the rest of the scene. The walls of the compound were cracked and crumbling, with streaks of black mold crawling up their surfaces. The entrance to the prison was lined with rats, scurrying between piles of trash and bones left from whatever these pig-like creatures had been eating. In the distance, he could hear the squeals of more of these creatures, a constant reminder of the filth he was now surrounded by.

As the pig-guards led him and the other prisoners through the compound, Adamus couldn't help but notice the complete lack of care. The floors were littered with garbage and food scraps, and the hallways were teeming with rats. They darted in and out of cracks in the walls, their greasy tails flicking as they scavenged for any leftover crumbs. The pig-guards didn't seem to notice or care, casually stepping over the vermin as they moved, snorting occasionally as they herded the prisoners forward.

Adamus watched carefully, forcing himself to memorize every left and right turn, every crack in the wall, every malfunctioning camera. The corridors grew narrower, the stench more unbearable with each step. Finally, they reached his cell. One of the pig-creatures shoved him inside with a grunt. The door slammed shut behind him, the loud clang echoing through the filthy, rat-infested halls.

As he looked around, Adamus took in the cell's decrepit state. The walls were damp, with moss and mildew creeping up from the floor. The ceiling dripped a foul liquid onto the dirt-caked ground, and the mattress if it could even be called that was little more than a pile of ragged cloth, infested with bugs. Adamus gritted his teeth, his eyes glowing faintly as he told himself to remember everything.

Inside the cell, Adamus saw a figure huddled in the corner, and two beds situated on opposite sides of the room. The figure's eyes glowed a mysterious purple as it approached him. Adamus, slightly apprehensive, said, "I don't want any trouble, okay? I'm just…"

As the figure drew closer, the dim light revealed her features. She emerged from the shadows with a fluid grace, her movements smooth and deliberate, like a wisp of smoke. Her eyes, initially glowing with an entrancing purple, gradually shifted to a warm, soulful brown. Her skin had a radiant quality, glowing softly under the light. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back in lush waves, brushing against the orange prison jumpsuit she wore, which clung to her curvaceous frame. Despite the rugged appearance of the jumpsuit, she moved with an effortless elegance.

She spoke with a calm but firm tone, "You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine. Got it?"

Adamus stared at her in surprise. "What's a girl doing here? I think you're on the wrong side of the prison."

She responded quickly, her voice steady, "No, I'm on the right side. There are only two sides here the strong and the weak. I'm on this side because I'm the only girl strong enough to be here. Now stop talking to me."

Adamus touched her on the shoulder, his voice soft and apologetic. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Her reaction was instantaneous, a result of her disciplined samurai training. With a swift, practiced move, she spun around, her hands grabbing his arm and flipping him effortlessly onto the ground. "Don't touch me!" she exclaimed, her voice a sharp command.

Adamus, caught off guard but determined to de-escalate the situation, quickly recovered. He rose to his feet just as she lunged at him again, her movements fluid and precise, like a well-honed blade. The fight that ensued was brief but intense she struck with rapid, controlled blows, while he dodged and deflected with equal agility. They grappled, each trying to gain the upper hand, their movements a blur of force and finesse.

Finally, Adamus managed to pin her against the cold, hard floor of the prison cell. With a firm grip, he held her wrists down, his strength evident as he restrained her. His breathing was heavy, but his voice was calm and soothing. "Calm down," he said gently, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of determination and empathy. She struggled for a moment, her eyes filled with both fury and confusion, but gradually, the tension in her body eased as she looked into his earnest gaze.

Kiyohime struggled to get up, her frustration clear as she said, "Get off me. Let me up." Adamus, stepping back, helped her to her feet. "If we're going to live together, we're going to have to get along," he said.

Kiyohime dusted herself off, a hint of pride in her voice. "Not bad at all. Despite our powers being stripped, my combat skills remain sharp. Perhaps you could lend me a hand in escaping this place." She extended her hand with a determined glint in her eye. "I'm Kiyohime, a samurai."

Adamus shook her hand, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "I haven't always had the best luck with samurais. How long have you been trapped in this hellhole?"

"Only since yesterday," Kiyohime replied, her gaze steady. "But tomorrow, when we're out in the courtyard, we need to be sharp. We have to figure out how to escape."

Their conversation continued late into the night, their plans forming amidst whispered strategies and hopeful glances. Eventually, exhaustion overtook them, and they drifted off to sleep, their minds racing with thoughts of freedom.

The clamor of the guards' voices jolted them awake the next morning. "Time for breakfast!" was the rough call echoing through the cold, concrete walls.

Adamus and Kiyohime walked to the lunchroom together. As they stood in line, they observed the scene: various creatures jostled for their meals while the luncheon ladies, all pig-like women, made pig noises as they scooped the unappetizing food onto the plates. The guards, clad in high-tech armor and holding guns, watched the scene with detached interest.

They found a secluded table and settled down with their breakfast plates between them. Adamus glanced at Kiyohime, curiosity mingling with concern. "I shared my story with you last night why I ended up here. Yet you've kept yours a secret. Why?"

Kiyohime, her manner unrefined as she shoveled food into her mouth, looked up with a stubborn glint in her eye. "I agreed to help you escape, not to become your confidant. I never asked for your story."

Adamus's voice softened with earnestness. "You said we need to trust each other. How can I trust you if I don't know who you are?"

Kiyohime sighed heavily, her defenses crumbling. "Fine, if it'll make you feel better. Here's my story. My mother was born in Hell the true, Boundless Hell, not just any realm's version. She was a demon snake yokai named Kuzunoha, who longed for a life beyond the eternal torment. She managed to escape that hellish existence and came to the planet we're on Omniterra, to a realm known as Mutation Realm."

Her eyes grew distant, filled with sorrowful memories. "In this new world, she met a monk a man of profound faith and boundless kindness. They fell deeply in love, their union a beacon of hope in a dark world. They created a life together, and I was born of their love a symbol of their dream for a peaceful existence. But their happiness was short-lived. When the other monks discovered my mother's demonic nature, they saw her as a blasphemy and a threat."

Kiyohime's voice wavered, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "The monks stormed our home with a fervor that left no room for mercy. They killed my father, a man who had only shown love and devotion. My mother fought valiantly to protect us. I watched as she battled to the last breath, her strength and desperation palpable. I saw her fall, her life slipping away as she shielded me with her own body. In her final moments, she died protecting me."

Her gaze fell to her plate, her voice barely above a whisper. "After her death, I was left to fend for myself, a mere child lost and alone. The Sisterhood of the Samurai, Onna-Bugeisha, found me in the depths of the forest, near death. Their leader, Akemi Yamamoto, took me in and became my new mother, offering me a new chance at life amidst the cruelty that had so deeply scarred me."

This is how Akemi Yamamoto looked: she stood in resplendent samurai armor, a dazzling fusion of gold, black, and deep purple. Her features, distinctly Japanese, framed by cascading black hair with violet undertones, exuded grace and resolve. Her piercing purple eyes glowed with untold secrets, and a crackling corona of energy surrounded her, casting arcs of lightning that made the air around her hum with power. She was the embodiment of elegance and strength, a living legend in golden armor.

As Kiyohime concluded her story, she continued to eat, her demeanor a blend of grief and resignation. Adamus, deeply moved by the weight of her past, listened intently, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and respect.

Adamus, observing Kiyohime's crude eating habits, remarked with a touch of irony, "A demon, huh? It seems your origins explain more than just your fierce nature." His gaze lingered on her, a blend of curiosity and newfound understanding.

In the quiet aftermath of her revelation, a deeper bond began to form between them, tempered by shared hardships and the raw truth of their pasts.

Kiyohime chuckled, "Yeah, the samurais tried to teach me manners, but controlling the demon side of me is tough sometimes." She continued, "Just a week ago, my sisters and I arrested a superhero named Nathan Hunter who had stolen a very important red crystal."

Adamus' interest piqued at the mention of the red crystal. "Red crystal?" he thought, recalling the conversation from the night before.

Kiyohime's voice trembled with suppressed anguish as she recounted the events. "When we returned to the dojo that fateful night, it was well past midnight. The silence was shattered by piercing screams and the clash of combat coming from Akemi Yamamoto's chamber. My heart raced as I burst into the room, only to witness a scene of devastation."

Her gaze grew distant, reliving the horrific moment. "Akemi lay on the cold floor, her breathing shallow and labored, as a shadowy figure withdrew a bloodied dagger from her chest. In a blur, the figure vanished into the shadows. I rushed to her side, cradling her in my arms. The life was ebbing from her eyes, her once strong presence now Weakening."

Kiyohime's voice cracked as she continued, her grief palpable. "With her last ounce of strength, Akemi looked at me with a gaze heavy with despair and urgency. 'You must inform the elders, the sisterhood is in trouble,' she urged. 'There is a coup underway a betrayal that threatens to dismantle everything we hold dear. The samurai have been corrupted, manipulated into serving the Grid and their puppet masters.'

Her mother's eyes, filled with sorrow, locked onto Kiyohime's. 'It was my brother,' she whispered with a faint tremor in her voice. 'He is the architect of this treachery. His lust for power has driven him to betray our family, to plot against our father and seize control. He will stop at nothing to destroy our legacy.'

As Akemi's words faltered, she reached out to Kiyohime with a final, trembling hand. "Take my powers," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Use them to vanquish these traitors. My death must not be in vain." Her eyes dulled, fading into wisps of ash that swirled around Kiyohime. The ashes enveloped Kiyohime's eyes, igniting them with a brilliant violet light before dissipating completely, leaving her with the immense power Akemi had wielded Toki no Me.

I held Akemi's lifeless body in my arms, heartbroken, when suddenly the doors burst open. Samurai from our brother and sister clans stormed in, their eyes filled with fury. Most froze in shock for only a moment before accusations filled the air.

"Arrest her!" one shouted, his voice a sharp echo in the chamber. "She killed Princess Akemi Yamamoto!" "She never should have adopted her," one of the samurai muttered bitterly, his voice dripping with disdain. Adamus Listening to her story can see her anger and frustration.

 She finished her tale with a voice heavy with weariness and determination. 'And so, I remain here. I will avenge my mother's death and eliminate anyone who stands in my way, especially her brother!

Kiyohime finished her story, her voice tinged with weariness. "And now I'm here. Are you happy now?"

As Adamus and Kiyohime ate in silence, she pointed discreetly at an inmate across the room. "See that guy over there?" she said. "That's Nathan Hunter the one we arrested. Funny how we're both stuck in the same prison now."

Adamus studied Hunter's appearance as they sat in the crowded prison mess hall. Hunter's bright blue eyes gleamed with intense focus, his dark black hair disheveled yet striking. Behind him, a pair of majestic wings strained against their restraints white in color, but forged from a metal-like substance that caught the dim light and shimmered faintly. Thick bindings dug into the metallic feathers, a crystal embedded at their center suppressing their power. The same kind of crystal glimmered faintly on Adamus and every other inmate, chaining them all into mere shadows of their true selves.

As they ate, the tense silence at their table was interrupted by a pig-like humanoid a inmate who cautiously approached with a food tray in hand. His porcine features were striking, and his demeanor was unthreatening. He placed his tray down, sitting beside them with an awkward smile.

Before he could even introduce himself, Kiyohime slammed her hand on the table, her voice sharp and brimming with anger. "This table is for two. How about you get out of here?"

The pig-like inmate had dark, ink-toned skin that seemed to shimmer faintly under the harsh fluorescent lights of the prison mess hall. His brown eyes held a mixture of weariness and quiet resolve, their gaze steady despite the tension at the table. A deep scar ran jaggedly down the side of his face, a mark of a life lived through countless battles and hardships. He wore the standard-issue orange jumpsuit like all the prisoners, his human-like hands and imposing physique.

Raising his hands in a gesture of peace, Suvaco spoke in a gruff yet kind voice, his words careful and deliberate. "My name is Suvaco. I mean no harm. You two just seemed like decent folk. I thought maybe I could sit here and make some new friends, but..." His voice trailed off as he stood, picking up his tray with a resigned expression. "I'll leave if that's what you want."

Before he could take a step, Adamus stopped him with a calm but firm voice. "It's okay, Suvaco. You can stay." He turned to Kiyohime, his gaze steady. "You need to calm down. We need allies in this place, not enemies."

Kiyohime's eyes narrowed as she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. "We need to escape, not make friends. Look at him he's weak. He'd only slow us down."

Suvaco's nostrils flared as he straightened, his voice carrying a quiet defiance that demanded attention. "I am not weak," he began, his words deliberate, laced with restrained fury. "The crystals you see on us they suppress the very essence of who we are. Without them, my people, the Obaporcans, are earth-benders by nature natives of the Earth Realm with the power to shape and command the land itself.

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Narrator: The Obaporcans are Earth Benders native to Omniterra the planet there on now. They currently reside in the Earth Realm.

Within this realm lies Chao Sangrento, a country of incomprehensible vastness stretching one light year in length. At its center rises the dreaded city of Oba Porca, home to Chao Sangrento Prison a fortress so immense it eclipses solar systems, built to contain the most dangerous beings in existence.

The Obaporcans are a diverse race of pig-like beings, drawing inspiration from various pig species. Some resemble rugged wild boars with bristled fur and curved tusks, while others take after domestic breeds like the Yorkshire or the exotic Babirusa. Their forms vary greatly many appear humanoid with distinct pig-like features such as snouts, tusks, and cloven hooves. Some lean more toward the animalistic, walking on all fours or bearing sharp horns and thick hides. A rare few are nearly indistinguishable from humans, their porcine nature visible only in subtle traits a slight upturn of the nose, elongated canines, or the twitch of a concealed tail.

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He gestured around the room, his scar catching the light as his tone grew heavier. "When the Grid imposed its dominion over my homeland, the first thing they did was strip our autonomy. They divided us, segregating those with powers from those without, and used the powerless as tools of enforcement guards armed with technology and weapons. The Grid crafted this imbalance intentionally, a system designed to disarm our resistance before it could even begin."

Suvaco's eyes burned with suppressed anguish as he continued, his voice growing sharper, each word a precise cut. "Our resources our minerals, our fertile land were pillaged under the guise of economic treaties. What did we get in return? Factories to churn out goods for their profit, while we remained in mud huts built by are very powers. They stole not only our wealth but the dignity of our labor, replacing self-sufficiency with dependence and leaving our lands hollowed out and polluted. And then, to solidify their grip, they did the unthinkable they murdered the god of our land, the very heart of our cultural and spiritual identity, severing us from what gave us hope."

He paused, his voice thick with emotion but steady, his words now a manifesto. "We are not prisoners of justice here we are political detainees, casualties of an empire built on exploitation and oppression. Many of my kind have languished in this prison for years, some for decades, because we dared to resist. And now, for defending my people, I sit here with this scar as a reminder of their tyranny. All I want," his voice broke slightly, but he pressed on with resolve, "is to see my wife and son again. Just once more. Before I am swallowed entirely by this machinery of control."

Suvaco looked at Adamus, his brown eyes fierce yet pleading. "But if we unite, if you help me break these shackles, my people can stand with you. We know the land. We are the land. Together, we can tear down this prison

Adamus's expression softened with respect, and he nodded. "We will all get out of here, Suvaco. I promise. And we will achieve our dreams."

Suvaco's small, hopeful smile grew as he looked at Adamus. "I like this kid's attitude," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

But before the moment could settle, a deafening crash echoed through the mess hall.

Suddenly, a group of inmates approached their table, their attention on Kiyohime. One of them, a hulking figure with four arms, towered over her and grinned. "I've been locked up a long time. I haven't seen a woman around here. You must be strong to be on this side of the prison," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

Kiyohime quickly shoved him off, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Don't touch me. I'm here for a reason, and I'll take all of you down if I have to."

Adamus rose to his feet, his voice cutting through the tension. "Enough! That's no way to treat anyone, let alone a woman," he said, his tone sharp but controlled, a stark contrast to the crude chaos around him.

The guards, leaning lazily against the walls, erupted into mocking laughter.

 "What, are we supposed to roll out the red carpet and wine and dine her?" one sneered, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "Relax, kid. You'll get your turn to learn how this place works soon enough."

Suvaco, ever the voice of reason, stepped forward, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Gentlemen, there's no need for this. We're all here because we've already lost enough. Let's not make it worse."

But before Suvaco could say more, one of the four-armed inmate's cronies stepped up behind him, his bulky frame dwarfing Suvaco as he grabbed him in a bear-like hold. "Stay out of it, pig," the crony snarled, easily immobilizing him.

Meanwhile, two of the inmates turned their attention to Kiyohime, their expressions leering as they moved in. But before they could lay a hand on her, Kiyohime exploded into motion. Her first kick connected with the side of one man's head, sending him sprawling unconscious to the ground. In the same fluid motion, she pivoted, her second kick shattering the knee of the other, leaving him howling in pain as he collapsed.

The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes turned to Kiyohime. Her lithe frame radiated lethal precision, and her fiery glare dared anyone else to try.

The four-armed inmate, a towering figure with rippling muscles and a scarred face, let out a guttural laugh. "Feisty," he drawled, his grin widening. "I like that. Let's see what you've got." He cracked his knuckles, his four massive fists clenched, clearly relishing the challenge.

Before he could get too close, Adamus reacted, summoning his life strings, glowing with yellow energy, from his body. The strings wrapped around the four-armed man, tying him up. But just as quickly, the crystal on Adamus' body began to glow red, and his energy started to drain. His life strings vanished as his power faded.

"Damn it," Adamus cursed, realizing they were powerless. "I guess we'll have to fight with our hands."

As the chaos unfolded, Adamus and Kiyohime found themselves surrounded by the prison inmates. Nathan Hunter, however, remained seated at his table, quietly eating while the guards watched the fight with amusement. The pig-like guards began snickering and placing bets on the outcome. One guard said, "I think that duo's gonna win," while another disagreed, "Nah, they're outnumbered. The other guys will take them down."

One of the guards chimed in, "Let's bet money on it. I'm putting 100 Chapa on the duo. That's half my paycheck." Another guard raised an eyebrow. "I'll throw in $50," he said casually. The others turned to him in surprise. "Dollars? How'd you get dollars? That's the highest currency!" The guard smirked. "Our Chapa's worth so little compared to dollars."

The guards leaned lazily against the walls, half-watching the brawl while debating their wagers. One of them snickered, "Man, I'd kill for some actual cash. Chapa currency's about as worthless as the mud the Obaporcans people live in."

Their conversation was abruptly cut off by a collective gasp as they turned their attention back to the chaos. The fight was over. The once-crowded room of jeering inmates now lay eerily silent, bodies strewn across the floor, unconscious. Standing amidst the carnage, Adamus and Kiyohime were breathing heavily, their faces smeared with sweat and grime, their bruised bodies a testament to the ferocity of the clash. Suvaco stood nearby, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, clearly in awe of what he had just witnessed.

"Impossible," one guard muttered, the disbelief thick in his voice.

Another guard spat angrily, "They were supposed to get their asses handed to them. What the hell is this?"

Without hesitation, one of them reached for a control panel embedded in the wall. "Fine," he growled, "if they won't break the old-fashioned way, let's remind them who's in charge."

Before Adamus or Kiyohime could react, a sharp, high-pitched whine filled the room, followed by the crackling of electricity. In an instant, excruciating pain shot through their bodies as the crystals embedded in their restraints unleashed a merciless electric surge.

Adamus clenched his teeth, his knees buckling as the current overwhelmed him. Kiyohime, despite her resilience, let out a strangled gasp as she collapsed beside him. Suvaco fell next, his massive frame shuddering as the current surged through his shackles.

The guards sauntered forward, their smug expressions returning. "Guess the show's over," one sneered, gesturing to a pair of guards to haul the trio away. "Back to their cells. Can't have these wannabe heroes causing more trouble."

As Adamus and Kiyohime were dragged through the halls, their bodies limp but their minds racing, they exchanged a fleeting glance one that spoke of unyielding resolve despite the crushing setback. Suvaco trailed behind, his bewilderment giving way to quiet determination.

Later that night, after a taxing day, Adamus and Kiyohime woke up in their cell. Kiyohime, her tone more encouraging, said, "You're a really good fighter. I'm even more confident that we can find a way to escape now."

Adamus, feeling defeated, put his head down. "I don't think we can escape. I can't even use my life strings energy," he said, resting his head in his hands. "I'm never gonna save my mom or my friends. And Dylan dad gonna use me like a lab rat in a couple of weeks."

Kiyohime, trying to lift his spirits, said, "You're supposed to be the monk between us. Why am I being the positive one? We're both going to save our family and friends. And, honestly, I'm impressed you even managed to use your powers at all. These crystals only let us use 5% of our physical strength and completely negate our powers."

Adamus, nodding, replied, "You're right. I'll try to be more positive and I'm not a monk." They shared a laugh, the weight of their circumstances momentarily lightened.

A few nights had passed.

In the stillness of their dimly lit cell, with the moonlight filtering through rusted bars, Adamus sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. Kiyohime lay nearby, wrapped in slumber, unaware of the silent revolution stirring beside her.

His eyes were open not with sight, but with intent.

He reached out with his Life Strings not physically, but through sheer will. Golden threads flickered faintly at his fingertips, glowing for the briefest instant before vanishing, smothered by the crystal embedded in his restraints. His jaw tightened. Again he tried. Again they dissolved. The cycle repeated, failure after failure, each attempt eroding his patience as the crystal's suppression pressed harder against his spirit.

Finally, Adamus exhaled, closing his eyes. He steadied his breathing. The prison's cold stone, the dim light, the clatter of bowls and chains around him he let it all fade into silence. Under his breath, the ancient mantra stirred:

"Om Mani Padme Hum…"

The sound was not mere words but resonance, a vibration that slipped past the crystal's binding. Each repetition strengthened his focus, each syllable peeling away a layer of suppression. The bindings quivered. The golden halo in his spirit swelled.

When his eyes opened, the threads returned no longer fleeting, but steady and alive, shimmering in quiet defiance of the crystal. He extended them cautiously, his will flowing outward, until they brushed against a small rat scurrying across the cell floor.

A test subject. A chance.

The threads didn't simply pull at the creature's nerves. They slid deeper probing past flesh and bone, past sinew and vein, reaching into the very rhythm of its life.

First, he slipped into its nervous system, mapping the electric pulses as if reading its language. Then he went further, burrowing into the rat's DNA, like a divine needle threading golden light through genetic code. The rat trembled violently, its eyes wide with terror but Adamus held firm.

With each second, he rewrote the creature's essence. Synapses bent to his command. Reflexes rewired. Muscle fibers surged with foreign will. Even its primal instincts the urge to run, the fear of predators vanished. He became its nervous system.

The rat froze... then stood upright, unnaturally still. Its body jerked once, twice then obeyed.

It walked forward. Stopped. Turned left. Bowed.

A flick of Adamus's fingers, and the rat leapt on command controlled with the same precision as a limb of his own. It wasn't mind control. This was nerve hijacking. His Naro Nerve Sync was no longer a theory it was real.

He continued to experiment, refining his control over the rat. This breakthrough offered him a sliver of hope a potential strategy for their escape plan. With renewed determination, he focused on mastering this new skill, knowing it could be their key to breaking free from their confinement.

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Adamus has unlocked a new power Naro Nerve Sync.

Stage One begins with control over low-level beings. Using his Golden Life Strings, Adamus hijacks the nervous systems of small creatures or entities with minimal resistance, syncing their reflexes directly to his will. Their bodies become extensions of his intent. Every twitch, every movement they no longer belong to them. They belong to him.

Stage Two expands his control beyond the living. Through the same Life Strings, Adamus can inject nerve-like systems into inanimate objects. Rocks tremble. Swords pulse. Guns aim themselves. These objects gain simulated nervous systems twitching, reacting, and fighting on his behalf. He doesn't control tools. He awakens them. They become alive in function, with a heartbeat made of golden thread.

Stage Three warps the very rules of reality. His creations become fully animated, regardless of logic or structure. Toon Force-level manipulation kicks in. A rock grows legs and sprints. A sword forms an eye and sees. A crumbling wall stretches into a mouth and screams commands. These aren't just moving they're self-expressing, twisted beings of purpose born from Adamus's will. Their forms mean nothing anymore. Shape, weight, logic irrelevant. If it exists, it moves.

Stage Four, the highest tier, reaches into the realm of the unthinkable. Adamus uses Naro Nerve Sync to grip concepts and imagination itself. He can extract a thought from his mind and breathe nerves into it. He can grab abstract forces like "fear", "victory", or "death", and bring them to life as living, nerve-bound beings. They flinch, they react, they fight not as metaphors, but as entities with presence.

This is possible because his Life Strings connect to everything existence, nonexistence, the living, the dead, and the never-born. Even things that shouldn't exist can be pulled into the battlefield if Adamus imagines them hard enough. Once imagined, he binds nerves into them and they obey.

A shadow can flinch.

An idea can scream.

A dream can bleed.

And all of it… moves only when he allows it to

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