The Omnipotent System

Chapter 208 Creating A Pantheon

Adams let the silence linger for a moment, letting his words sink in before he spoke again. His eyes scanned the room, gauging the reactions of each god. Some looked intrigued, others wary, but all were paying attention.

"If I'm joining your ranks," Adams began, his tone casual but firm, "then I'm not just here to be another face at the table. Let's get one thing straight—I don't follow anyone's rules but my own."

Zeus's jaw tightened, but he stayed silent, clearly waiting to see where this was going.

"And since each of you has your own pantheon," Adams continued, gesturing around the room, "it only makes sense that I'll have mine. Call it... leveling the playing field."

Loki's grin widened, clearly entertained. "Your own pantheon, huh? Bold. I like it."

Ra's glowing eyes narrowed, his tone sharp. "You can't just decide to create a pantheon, Adams. It doesn't work that way."

Adams raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Really? Because it looks to me like you all decided to make the rules, so why can't I?"

Nyx tilted her head, her dark gaze steady. "And what would your pantheon represent, Adams? What would it stand for?"

Adams shrugged. "Whatever I want it to. Strength, freedom, chaos—who knows? I'll figure it out. But one thing's for sure: it'll be mine."

Amaterasu folded her hands in her lap, her expression calm but thoughtful. "Creating a pantheon isn't a small thing, Adams. It would challenge the balance of power among us."

"Exactly," Adams said with a grin. "And that's the point. After I'm done dealing with Oblivion, there won't be any 'balance' left to worry about."

Thor frowned, his voice gruff. "And what happens after that? You expect us to just let you do whatever you want?"

Adams's smirk grew. "Not exactly. See, once Oblivion's out of the picture, I've got a bigger plan. I'm not here to play second to any of you. When this is all over, I'm going to be the God of gods."

The room erupted into murmurs and sharp whispers, some gods clearly outraged, others stunned into silence. Zeus stood abruptly, his aura crackling with energy. "You overstep, Adams."

Adams gestured, and four colossal buildings appeared, each radiating its own unique aura of power. Above each structure, a label floated in shimmering golden script:

War

Conquest

Death

Famine

And then there was Adams's palace—a structure unlike anything the gods had ever seen. It was massive, carved from black and gold stone that shimmered as if alive. Its spires seemed to pierce the heavens, and its gates were adorned with a single, golden symbol: infinity. The air around it felt heavy with power, a silent declaration of its owner's unmatched authority.

Adams turned to the gods, who were still trying to process what they were seeing.

"This," he said, gesturing to the world around them, "is my pantheon's domain. Every god here has their own little corner of the universe, so I thought I'd make one too. But unlike yours, mine isn't built on borrowed power or ancient traditions."

Ra scowled, his frustration visible. "You think this display proves anything, Adams?"

Adams didn't even glance at him. He raised his hand again, and the world seemed to pulse with life. From the edges of the city, figures began to emerge—his forces. Warriors clad in armor that shimmered like starlight, beings radiating energy that dwarfed even the gods themselves. They moved with purpose, forming ranks, their expressions unreadable but resolute.

"These are my people," Adams said, his tone casual. "I won't be using any of you. I have everything I need right here."

Loki, ever the one to break the tension, let out a low whistle. "I'll admit it—this is impressive."

The gods exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure what to make of what they'd just witnessed.

Adams smirked again, leaning against one of the massive pillars of his palace. "Now," he said, his voice carrying across the world, "let's get to work."