NOVEL NEXT Chapter 503: Three Authorities, One Will
Adam's interface unfurled before him with the sound of splashing salt water. He skipped the notifications, jumping directly to his stat panel.
Name: Adam
Race: Twilight Draconian Emperor
Affinity: Chaos
﹂Plasma, Space
Talent: EX grade: From gamer to god!
Job: God of Freedom and Vengeance
Class: Titan Slayer
LVL: 97->100
HP: 600.000/1.886.280
Vitality: 170->178 (+450) (+188.000) = 38.220->188.628
Strength: 179->184 (+599) (+188.000) = 38.199->188.783
Agility: 185->190 (+601) (+188.000) =38.201->188.791
Primordial chaotic essence: 18.800->94.000
Free attribute points: 15->0
Items: Chaosbringer, Magical cube, Amaterasu no Tamoto, Eye of the Demon King, Draconic Bracelet
Authorities: Unfettered Will, Body of pure chaos, Tyrant of the Golden Age, The Coil's Return, Heavenly Bones of Gathering Clouds, Scorch of Genesis, Sovereign of the Verdant Crown, Monarch of Tempestuous Wrath, True Death Protocol, Judgment of the Blasphemer, Essence Architect, Boundary Break, Transcendent Will, Overlord of the Six Sins, 72 Transformations, Energy Convergence, Chaos Genesis, Soul Rend, Dominion Absolute, Hell's Shackles, Abyssal Sovereign of the Tides, Sovereign of Finality, Tyrant of Heaven's Will.
He scrutinised the incredible numbers, feeling his primordial, chaotic essence swirl in his veins like thick mercury. The stories he had learned at school back on Earth, the gods that had felt untouchable in his imagination, and the mountain that had overlooked the Greek world for millennia—he had shattered them all with his own hands.
For a second, he allowed himself to celebrate before another tremor rocked his palace. The war was still raging. Time was not for celebration.
Instead, he read the authorities inherited from the three strongest Olympians.
Poseidon – Sovereignty of the Abyss
Establish an oceanic zone within your domain, where currents, pressure, and tides obey your intent. Immune to drowning, pressure, and aquatic manipulation.
Abyssal Dominance: Your territory becomes a realm of flowing force—movement is unhindered, and pressure yields to intent. Allies gain clarity of motion, while resistance is swept aside like driftwood.
Hades – Authority of the Underworld
Establish a deathbound zone within your domain, where souls are locked and fate is sealed. Immune to death curses, resurrection, and soul manipulation.
Sovereign of Silence: Your domain becomes a Silent Veil Zone, where all afterlife interference fails. All living beings aligned with you receive resistance to fear and soul corruption, and immunity to instant-death and possession effects.
Zeus – Tyrant of Heaven's Will
Establish a sovereign zone within your domain, where command is law and storms bend to your voice. Immune to divine judgment, oath-breaking magic, or authority overrides.
Crown of the Stormlord: Your domain becomes a Thunderheart Zone, where willpower fuels obedience. All living beings aligned with you receive resistance to control-based magic and falsehood and immunity to fear, confusion, and forced submission.
Without hesitation, Adam activated all three authorities simultaneously. The effect was immediate and overwhelming. Atlantis itself seemed to pulse with newfound power as the three divine zones overlapped and merged into something greater than the sum of their parts. The air itself crackled with authority, and every one of his soldiers felt the change wash over them like a tide of strength.
Through the palace's communication crystals, Gork the goblin engineer's voice roared across the fleet's speakers with renewed vigor: "Drill these bastards a second hole, boys! We're not losing this!"
Every general present echoed his sentiments, their voices carrying across the battlefield with bolstering words that reached every corner of the conflict. Adam's forces, now empowered by the overlapping divine zones, fought with renewed determination. Fear fled from their hearts, confusion cleared from their minds, and the Asgardian forces found their divine advantages suddenly neutralised.
But Adam's eyes drifted past the aerial battle to the forest next to Atlantis. The fairy woods were burning, everything going up in smoke. Ancient trees that had stood for millennia were being reduced to ash, their magical essence dissipating into the smoke-filled air. The sight of such destruction sent a spike of rage through Adam's chest.
For a moment, he hesitated between attacking Odin's forces directly or addressing the crisis in the fairy realm. The tactical part of his mind argued for pressing the advantage in the main battle, for using his newfound power to crush the Asgardian forces while they were reeling from his domain's effects.
He shook his head. He wouldn't let Mab and Merlin die, even if they had their ups and downs in their relationship. The fairy queen and the ancient wizard had been allies when it mattered, and Adam refused to abandon those who had stood with him.
Instantly, he blinked through space to the sylvan city of the fairies. The scent of blood and charred bodies gripped him by the throat the moment he materialised. The devastation was complete—buildings that had been grown from living wood were reduced to smoldering stumps, and even the towering Tree at the center was a hollow shadow of its previous grandeur.
Einherjars were storming through the ruins alongside Valkyries, their spectral forms cutting down any fairy who dared to resist. But they didn't matter. Adam's focus was singular as he rushed inside the wounded Tree.
What he saw made him grit his teeth hard enough to crack stone.
A burly god holding a massive hammer towered before Mab and Merlin's unconscious figures. The fairy queen lay crumpled against the tree's inner wall, her dark hair matted with blood and her ethereal beauty marred by burns. Merlin slumped nearby, his robes torn and his ancient staff broken into two pieces. Only a meter separated the god from his victims, blocked solely by the shattered figure of Mordred.
Blood coalesced and tissues squirmed to reform the black knight's shattered limbs. His armor was dented beyond recognition, his helmet split down the middle to reveal a face that was more scar tissue than flesh. The moment his shattered jaw healed enough to speak, he roared through gritted teeth: "You won't touch them, Thor!"
He gripped Clarent, his blade, and prepared to lunge for the hundredth time, knowing that he would lose for the hundredth time. But he had to hold on, even if begrudgingly. The draconian would come, he knew it. He had to believe it.
Thor laughed at the vain resistance, his voice booming through the hollow tree like rolling thunder. The God of Thunder was exactly as the old myths had described him—a giant of a man with arms like tree trunks and a chest that could have been carved from a mountain. His red beard was braided with rings of gold, and his eyes crackled with the same lightning that danced across his hammer's surface. His leather armor was reinforced with plates of divine metal, and his cape was woven from storm clouds themselves.
"How many times must I break you, knight?" Thor rumbled, his voice carrying the satisfaction of a cat playing with a wounded mouse. "Mjolnir has destroyed your body countless times in the past hour. My lightning has seared your flesh and organs until they were nothing but ash. Yet still you rise, still you defy me. I almost admire your stupidity."
The thunder god raised his hammer again, preparing to deliver another crushing blow that would scatter Mordred's atoms across the tree's interior. But before his mocking could fade, a hand gripped his arm with the strength of a collapsing star.
Adam's eyes had narrowed into two chaotic pools of infinite darkness, and when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of his fury.
"Your turn is over, Thor."