The Omnipotent System

206  Gathering Of The Gods

On the seventh day, the time had come.

Adams stood in front of a tall mirror, adjusting his attire. He wore a sleek, body-hugging black outfit that shimmered faintly under the light. The fabric looked almost alive, shifting subtly like liquid shadow. Gold trimmings traced the edges of his collar, cuffs, and hem, forming intricate, flowing patterns that seemed to pulse with their own energy. The high collar framed his sharp jawline, while the fit of the outfit highlighted his broad shoulders and lean build. A faint aura of authority and power surrounded him, though his expression remained calm and collected.

Behind him, his wives stood in a loose circle, watching him with a mix of pride and curiosity.

"You look sharp," Lilith said with a smirk, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Very regal," Inara added softly, her emerald eyes warm as she admired him.

Akira's tails swayed behind her, their movements slow and deliberate. "Don't let them bore you," she teased, though there was a hint of concern in her voice.

Adams turned to face them, his gaze sweeping over each of their faces. "I'll be back soon," he said, his tone light but certain.

Mabel stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest. "Be careful," she said quietly, her eyes searching his.

Adams smiled faintly, his hand covering hers. "Always."

Without another word, he stepped back, his figure fading from sight in an instant. The faint shimmer of energy that marked his departure lingered for a moment before disappearing entirely, leaving the room quiet.

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Adams reappeared in a place that seemed to defy reality itself. The Summit of Eternity was unlike anything he had seen before—a vast expanse suspended in a void of swirling colors and stars. The ground beneath him was smooth and reflective, like polished obsidian, and stretched endlessly in all directions. Towers of light spiraled upward, their glow casting faint shadows across the horizon. The air buzzed with energy, thick and tangible.

In the center of it all stood a gathering of figures, each radiating an aura of undeniable power. Some wore grand, ornate armor, while others appeared almost casual, their appearances as varied as the worlds they likely ruled. Yet every one of them exuded the presence of a god.

Adams walked forward, his steps calm and measured, drawing the attention of those already gathered. Whispers rippled through the group as they turned to look at him.

"So, he's here," a deep voice rumbled from the crowd. A tall figure stepped forward, clad in silver armor that gleamed brighter than the surrounding light. His face was sharp and proud, his golden eyes fixed on Adams. "The Master of the Primordial Chaos Sect."

Adams met his gaze, unfazed. "And you are?"

"Zeus," the man replied, his tone both commanding and curious.

Before Adams could respond, another voice cut in, smooth and playful. "Well, well. The man of the hour." Loki stepped out from the shadows, his grin as sharp as ever. His emerald-green eyes gleamed with mischief as he approached, his steps almost too casual. "Welcome, Adams. I've been looking forward to this."

Adams glanced at Loki, his expression unreadable. "I hope it's worth my time."

Loki's grin widened. "Oh, I promise it will be."

The gathering shifted as more gods joined the circle, their eyes now fixed on Adams. Despite their varied demeanors—some curious, others skeptical, a few even hostile—none could deny the presence he carried.

"Let's get started," Loki said, clapping his hands together. "After all, we've got a lot to talk about."

The murmurs of the assembled gods died down as Loki gestured toward a large, glowing table that appeared in the center of the gathering. The table was circular, its surface a swirling blend of light and shadow, constantly shifting as though alive. Around it were thrones, each uniquely designed to reflect the essence of their occupant.

Adams made his way toward an unclaimed throne, his steps deliberate but unhurried. The throne waiting for him was crafted from a seamless blend of black stone and golden veins, pulsing faintly with energy. Its backrest stretched high, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shift between chaos and harmony.

As Adams sat, the gods around the table followed suit, their movements filled with an air of importance. Zeus took a seat directly across from him, his golden aura flickering like lightning. Loki lounged in his throne, drumming his fingers against the armrest with an amused smirk.

Athena was next, her silver armor gleaming as she sat with quiet dignity. Beside her, Ra, radiating the brilliance of a thousand suns, adjusted his glowing headdress. Others followed—Odin, Shiva, Amaterasu, and countless other figures of immense power, each adding to the overwhelming presence in the room.

Adams leaned back in his throne, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the group. The gods exchanged glances, each sizing up the newcomer in their own way.

Loki broke the silence, his voice light but laced with mischief. "Now that everyone's here, let's get to the heart of it, shall we?"

Zeus was the first to speak. His voice was commanding, each word carrying weight. "Adams, you have carved a path that even gods cannot ignore. Your power, your actions—they ripple across realms. That alone is reason enough for your presence here."

Adams tilted his head slightly, his tone calm. "I take it you didn't summon me here just to admire my work."

Shiva chuckled, his many arms resting casually on his throne. "Straight to the point. I like that."

Athena leaned forward, her sharp gaze fixed on Adams. "This gathering is rare, as I'm sure you know. When beings like us convene, it's not for trivial matters. The balance of existence is at stake."

"Balance," Adams repeated, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I didn't think gods were so concerned with that."

Ra's booming voice filled the space. "It is not just balance we speak of—it is survival. Forces beyond even us are stirring."

Loki grinned, clearly enjoying the tension. "And that's where you come in, Adams. Your reputation precedes you. Chaos and creation in perfect harmony. A rare feat, even among us."

Adams remained silent, his eyes scanning the room. He could feel the weight of their stares, the curiosity, the skepticism, and, in some cases, the unease.

Amaterasu finally spoke, her voice soft but firm. "We need your help."

Adams raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Help? From me?"

Zeus's jaw tightened, his pride clearly bruised. "There is a threat, one that even we cannot face alone. Something older than any of us. Older than creation itself."

Adams's eyes narrowed. "Go on."

Loki's grin faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "It's a force we've only heard whispers of—Primordial Oblivion. The end of all things. And it's waking."

The air grew heavier, the mention of the name sending a faint ripple of unease through the gods. Adams, however, remained unshaken.

"Primordial Oblivion," he repeated, his tone steady. "And you think I'm the answer?"

Athena nodded. "You might be the only one who can tip the scales. Your mastery of chaos and creation makes you unique."

Adams leaned back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Interesting. But tell me—what's in it for me?"

Loki burst into laughter, the sound echoing around the table. "Oh, I knew I'd like you!" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zeus frowned, clearly annoyed. "This is not a game, Adams."

"Of course it's not," Adams said, his voice calm but firm. "But if you expect me to involve myself in your problems, I need more than vague warnings and dramatic speeches. I need the truth."

The gods exchanged uneasy glances. Loki, however, looked delighted.

"Finally," he said, leaning forward, his green eyes glinting. "Someone who knows how to make things interesting."