The Omnipotent System

Chapter 128: Family Matters 2

Adams hovered in the air, his presence commanding and imposing, casting a shadow over the battlefield below. His eyes, filled with both sadness and resolve, locked onto Laden. His voice, though calm, carried the weight of untold grief and frustration.

"Enough. Your fight is with me," Adams said, his tone cutting through the air like a blade.

Laden, frozen in place, turned slowly, his cold, calculating eyes narrowing as they met his son's gaze. He studied Adams, confusion flickering briefly before hardening into disbelief. How? How is he alive? Laden's thoughts churned, but he remained silent, watching as Adams descended closer, his aura crackling with power.

Adams' frown deepened as he met his father's gaze. "I'm disappointed, Father. You still went through with your plan," he began, his voice steady yet laced with sorrow. "How many planes have you destroyed? How many souls did you harvest in your twisted quest to bring Mother back?" His eyes, though burning with a serious intensity, glistened with the weight of betrayal.

Laden's lips curled in disdain, though doubt flickered in his eyes. "How are you alive?" he demanded, his voice harsh but filled with a shadow of uncertainty. "I saw you die. How could you survive, let alone grow even stronger?" His brow furrowed as he processed the impossible. This can't be happening. Not now.

Not when I'm this close to achieving everything.

From below, Lovigary's gaze shot up to his brother, shock and disbelief etched across his face. His body trembled as his mind raced. How is this possible? Without hesitation, he flew up toward Adams, his heart pounding in his chest. "Brother... how? How are you alive?" he asked breathlessly, his voice tinged with awe and desperation.

Adams turned his gaze toward his younger brother, a warm smile breaking through the seriousness of his expression. His eyes softened, showing a rare moment of tenderness. "Come here, brat," he said, opening his arms.

Lovigary's breath hitched as he flew into Adams' embrace. The moment their arms wrapped around each other, Lovigary's resolve crumbled. Tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face into Adams' shoulder, his body shaking with relief and emotion. Adams held him tightly, patting his back in comfort.

"And you too, brat," Adams said, extending a hand toward Lokk, who stood frozen in place, his eyes wide in disbelief. There was a magnetic pull, and Lokk, despite himself, found his body being drawn toward his brother.

As Lokk drifted closer, he felt a surge of warmth and power flow through him. The aches and pains from his previous injuries melted away, replaced by a sense of wholeness and vitality he hadn't felt in years. His breath caught in his throat, eyes widening as he realized the depth of his brother's power.

He floated into Adams' embrace, speechless, but the warmth of Adams' presence soothed his troubled heart.

"I missed you both," Adams whispered, pulling them both close. His voice wavered slightly with emotion as he held his brothers in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry it took me so long to come back. I'm sorry for everything."

Lovigary sniffled, pulling back slightly to look up at Adams. "We thought you were gone forever. I thought I'd lost you," he whispered, his voice thick with tears.

Lokk, usually reserved, tightened his grip around Adams. "Brother... I..." he began, but the words caught in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to speak, overcome by the overwhelming relief of having his brother back.

"That... was nothing," Laden spat, wiping the blood from his lips. His pride, his defiance, still intact. He rose fully, his energy surging even higher as the earth beneath him shattered and rose in jagged fragments. His wounds, though visible, barely seemed to register in his expression.

Adams descended gracefully, his movements precise and controlled, like a predator stalking its prey. "This isn't about proving strength, Father," he said, his voice low and measured. "This is about making sure you understand the consequences of your actions." Stay ahead with m v l em pyr

Before Laden could even launch a counterattack, Adams moved again, faster this time. He appeared above Laden in a blur, his leg already arcing downward in a brutal kick. The impact struck Laden squarely on the shoulder, driving him back into the crater. The ground cracked and buckled under the force, creating a spiderweb of fissures that spread outwards.

Laden coughed violently, more blood spilling from his lips as he struggled to rise again. His eyes were wide, not just with pain but with disbelief. He had expected power, but this? The sheer disparity in their strength was staggering.

"You..." Laden growled, his voice hoarse with anger and frustration. His body trembled as he tried to steady himself, his aura flaring wildly out of control. "How... dare you?"

Adams floated effortlessly above him, his expression unreadable. "It's not about daring, Father. It's about justice." His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth it once held. He extended his hand toward Laden, and the air around his fingers crackled with energy, coiling like lightning. "This is for the pain you've caused. The destruction.

The lives you've taken—all for a twisted dream."

Without another word, Adams clenched his fist, and a surge of energy pulsed from his body, sending a shockwave crashing into Laden. The force of it lifted him off the ground, his body twisting in midair as he hurtled backward, smashing through several trees before crashing into a mountain face.

The mountain itself rumbled, rocks and debris tumbling down as Laden was pinned against the rock, gasping for breath. His chest heaved as he glared at Adams with a mixture of rage and desperation. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to fight back, to destroy, to take his revenge—but something in Adams' gaze stopped him cold. This wasn't the same son he had once known.

Adams landed softly on the ground, his gaze never leaving Laden. His eyes were filled with disappointment, but there was no satisfaction in them. "How many souls, Father?" he asked again, stepping closer as he spoke, his tone softer now, but no less severe. "How many did you sacrifice for your obsession with Mother's resurrection?"

Laden's breath hitched, the reality of his actions beginning to weigh on him. But even as his mind reeled, his pride refused to let him crumble. He spat blood onto the ground, forcing himself to stand once more, his knees buckling under the strain. "You don't understand," Laden rasped, his voice breaking. "Everything I did, I did for her. For us."

Adams stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then, slowly, he shook his head, his expression hardening. "That's where you're wrong. This was never about us. It was about you."

In an instant, Adams surged forward again, delivering a final blow to his father's chest that sent him crumbling to the ground.

"Is that enough mother?"

"Yes, son, it is more than enough."