The Omnipotent System

Chapter 109: Fight Of The Divine Plane 18: The Past

Thousands of years ago

A young boy stood tall, his blonde hair clinging to his sweat-drenched forehead, his green eyes gleaming with pride. His bare, athletic torso glistened under the sun, each breath steady and strong as he gazed down at the figure in the crater below—a young man with dragon-like features. The dragonkin was sprawled across the dirt, a grin plastered on his face, clearly reveling in the defeat.

"Lovigary, or should I say, young master… that was a hell of a blast," the dragonkin chuckled, extending a hand upward. Lovigary grasped it, hauling his friend to his feet with a firm grip. "It wouldn't be far-fetched to call you the strongest genius of our generation."

Lovigary Albert, the pride of his family and a legend in the making, scratched the back of his head with a playful grin. "Oh, come on, Drax. I know I'm a genius and all, but I could never reach the level of my eldest brother."

Drax laughed, brushing the dirt off his scales. "Please, don't be modest. We all know you can't compare to him—your brother's a monster, plain and simple. The only one in his league. But instead of worrying about him, you should focus on keeping your title as the strongest genius of our generation, or someone's bound to snatch it from you."

Just as Drax finished his teasing, a soft, lilting voice interrupted them. "Oh, stop flattering him, Drax. We all know he has plenty of competition."

A dark elf with violet eyes sauntered onto the training ground, her movements silent as a shadow. Saryna, their friend and constant instigator, wore a smirk that matched the playful gleam in her eyes.

"Saryna," Lovigary grinned, turning to face her. "Always sneaking up on people."

"Can't help it if your senses are dull," she shot back, her smirk growing wider as she crossed her arms. Her gaze shifted to Drax, who was still brushing himself off. "Drax, how does it feel to taste defeat yet again?"

Drax narrowed his eyes at her, a mock glare forming. "One of these days, I'll rip that tongue out of your mouth."

Saryna laughed, a soft, melodic sound that seemed to resonate with the teasing warmth between them. Lovigary chuckled too, the camaraderie in their small group palpable. The tension from their earlier sparring had long dissipated, replaced with the familiar ease of friendship.

"Now, now. No need for threats, children."

At the sound of the soothing voice, Lovigary's heart leaped. He turned with an infectious smile, instantly recognizing the graceful woman approaching them. Her long black hair flowed behind her like a waterfall, her golden eyes warm and full of wisdom. Beside her was a small boy, his features a mirror of Lovigary's, clutching her hand tightly.

"Mother! Little Lokk!" Lovigary shouted as he dashed forward, wrapping his arms around his mother in a tight embrace. Her laugh, soft and loving, filled the air as she held her son close.

Aria Albert, the matriarch of the family, looked down at him with pride. "Always so energetic, my son," she said gently, her free hand brushing through his hair. Lokk, Lovigary's younger brother, giggled beside them, his wide green eyes filled with admiration.

As Lovigary pulled back, he smiled at his mother and younger brother, his eyes sparkling with joy. For a moment, the weight of his status, his talent, and his future faded away, replaced by the warmth of family and the comfort of those who loved him for who he was, not the genius he was destined to become.

Back To The Present

Primordial Chaos Sect

Adams sat on his throne, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest, eyes narrowed with frustration. Lately, he had been plagued by strange, fragmented dreams—visions of a past life he had no memory of. He would catch glimpses, fleeting images that disappeared the moment he tried to focus. It baffled him because whenever he attempted to use his powers to probe deeper, something blocked him.

The sensation was unfamiliar, unsettling.

No one should be able to disrupt his abilities—he was omnipotent. Except, perhaps, for one.

"Jarvis," Adams muttered, a deep frown etching into his face. "Do you have a hand in this?"

There was no immediate response. The silence stretched out, filling the vast chamber. Adams leaned forward, his voice low but laced with authority. "Ever since I came to this plane, there's been something I can't look into. Someone or something is blocking me. And as an omnipotent being, no one should have that kind of power—no one but you.

So, tell me… are you stopping me from uncovering what's bothering me?"

Another long pause, the room eerily still. Then, from deep within his mind, came a sound—a sigh. It was not the usual confident tone Jarvis used; it seemed almost reluctant. [Believe me, I have nothing to do with this.]

Adams' frown deepened. He rarely heard Jarvis sound this way.

[But I will give you a hint.] The voice echoed through his mind. [The life you thought was your first... it wasn't. The truth lies beyond what you know. And what's happening in the Divine Plane now—] there was a slight pause before Jarvis continued, [—you are connected to it, Adams Albert.]

The words hung in the air, and for the first time in centuries, Adams felt a jolt of genuine shock. His eyes widened slightly, betraying his usual calm. His fingers stopped drumming, and he sat back in his throne, letting the weight of the revelation settle in.

For a moment, his omnipotence felt distant, as if the certainty he had always wielded was crumbling at the edges. "Connected..." he whispered, his thoughts racing as he tried to piece together what he had just learned.

A flicker of doubt crossed his face—an emotion he hadn't felt since he came to this world. What was this hidden life? Why couldn't he recall it? And what did it have to do with the Divine Plane's current turmoil?

He clenched his fist, the aura of power that always surrounded him growing unstable for a moment before he regained control. This mystery was deeper than he'd imagined, and if Jarvis was right, there was more at stake than even he had realized.

Lovigary Empire

"I wish eldest brother were here to witness this," Lovigary said softly, his gaze fixed on the sky. His voice was heavy with emotion, and a single tear slipped down his cheek. "His idea, his masterpiece in action… A Combine Domain Expansion."

Drax stepped closer, placing a firm hand on Lovigary's shoulder. "Hey, young master, don't dwell in the past. We should figure out how to break through the domain before those two finish them off." His tone was calm, yet edged with urgency, eyes sharp on the barrier ahead.

Lovigary exhaled a heavy sigh, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Even if they're on the wrong side, they're just misguided. Lokk… he's Mama's boy. And I promised eldest brother I'd always look out for all of you." He shot Drax a fleeting glance before turning back to the daunting domain. "But this is eldest brother's creation. I doubt there's a flaw in that technique."

Amara, the demoness, crossed her arms, her eyes gleaming with an almost casual certainty. "That's if it was him who cast it. I highly doubt they could pull it off the way he would."

Gabriel, the Celestial, landed softly beside them, his wings barely stirring the air. "She's right. And we won't know if there's a flaw until we try. Remember, young master, you were the one who broke the bind that even the master found difficult to undo."

Lovigary's gaze darkened, his expression hardening. "Gabriel, that was because he was already weakened by eldest brother. Even in that state, he dealt with us effortlessly. Don't underestimate him." The way Lovigary spoke of "him" sent a chill through the group, a shared unease settling over them.

The tension thickened, the memory of past battles pressing heavily on them.

"Talking won't get us anywhere." Ember, the Phoenix, flicked her fiery wings impatiently. "The more time we waste, the closer they are to killing them."

Elfreda, the elf, nodded in agreement, her voice calm but stern. "As much as I hate to admit it, Ember is right. The past is the past. We need to focus on the present."

Vlad and Fenrir, the vampire and werewolf duo, exchanged a glance and nodded. Their shared resolve mirrored in their expressions.

Lovigary sighed deeply, his sadness shifting into determination. A wide grin split across his face, igniting a spark of excitement. "Alright, let's break a Combine Domain Expansion."

The group, united in purpose, steeled themselves for the task ahead, their individual powers thrumming with anticipation as they prepared to challenge a brother's and one time leader's creation.

In The Domain

Garrick and Hera stood side by side, their auras radiating an oppressive power. Hera's lips curled into a menacing grin as she surveyed the struggling Harbingers, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "I think I've had my fun," she said, her voice laced with dark amusement. "Shall we finish them off?" Her gaze was sharp, as if savoring the moment before the inevitable carnage.

Garrick, his expression calm and composed, gave a small nod, his eyes flickering toward Hera with a hint of amusement. "After you," he said, his voice deep and steady, betraying no urgency. He watched the Harbingers with a detached indifference, confident in the outcome, as though their fates were already sealed.

Hera's grin widened, her hand flexing, dark energy crackling at her fingertips. The Harbingers could feel the shift in the air, the rising tension as their impending doom loomed closer. She took a step forward, her every movement deliberate and predatory, like a lioness closing in on her prey.

Garrick remained at her side, his posture relaxed, as if the whole ordeal was beneath him, a mere formality before the inevitable slaughter.