Creation Of All Things-Chapter 129: Back Home

EARTH — NIGHTFALL.

The city was glowing.

Skyscrapers reached into the sky like steel giants. Neon lights painted the streets in shades of blue, pink, and gold. People moved like rivers, cars buzzed past like insects, and somewhere in the chaos—he appeared.

A silent ripple in space. No light, no sound. One blink, he wasn't there. Next blink—he was.

Adam.

Standing at the edge of a rooftop, hands in his coat pockets. He looked down at the streets like he was watching ants.

"Still loud," he muttered. "Still ugly."

Behind him, the wind blew harder. A plastic bag flew past. Sirens in the distance. A couple yelling somewhere nearby. Someone laughing too loud. Dogs barking.

Yep. Earth hadn't changed.

He let the silence sit for a bit.

Then he stepped off the roof.

But instead of falling—he floated.

Like gravity just didn't apply.

Down the street, someone gasped, pointing up. A kid dropped their ice cream.

"Is that a superhero?!"

"Nope, I'm not a hero… but I guess I'm kinda super," Adam said, grinning as he crouched a little to meet the boy's eye level.

The kid tilted his head. "So… are you a villain then?"

Adam let out a small laugh, ruffling the boy's hair with a warm smile. "What's your name, kid?"

Before the boy could answer, a woman rushed in, pulling the boy close protectively. Her hands trembled slightly as she looked up at Adam like she was staring at a god—or a monster.

"His name is Adam," she said, voice tight. "His name is… Adam."

Adam paused, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Then he chuckled, slow and soft, his eyes still on the boy. "Really? Guess that makes us namesakes, huh."

Little Adam beamed.

Big Adam leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was about to share a big secret. "Tell you what… how about a parting gift?"

The boy's eyes sparkled with wonder. "A gift?"

Adam's smile widened. "Yeah. What superpower do you want?"

The boy's lips parted slightly. He glanced at his mom, then looked back at Adam, eyes filled with dreams too big for his tiny frame.

"I wanna fly," the boy said finally. "Like the cartoons. Up in the sky. With the birds."

Adam stood tall again, raising a hand, two fingers glowing with a soft golden light. The wind around them stirred gently. His coat fluttered.

"You got it."

He reached forward and tapped the boy gently on the forehead. The glow spread—warm, soft, and clean—like sunlight on water. It flowed into the kid, and for a brief second, the boy floated an inch off the ground, laughing.

The mom gasped, pulling him down in fear, but the boy was still giggling, arms out like wings.

"Don't worry," Adam said. "It's locked. Won't awaken till he's a bit older. No accidents."

The mom looked up at him, stunned.

"There. You got more than just flight and laser beams. You've got full control over light. You can bend it, shoot it, ride it. You're also faster than sound, your body's protected by a lightfield shield, and…" Adam winked, "you won't ever hurt anyone by accident. Your power knows when to hold back."

The boy's jaw dropped. "Woah…"

Adam crouched again, tapping the boy's chest this time. "And I added a little guide in your mind. A voice—calm, friendly. It'll teach you everything. How to use your powers, how to stay safe, how to protect others if you want to."

The mother looked shocked. "W-Why are you doing this…?"

Adam stood, giving her a look that was somewhere between tired and kind.

"Because Earth's gonna need people like him someday. People who smile before asking questions."

He turned, coat flapping as a breeze rolled by.

Then, in a blur of light—woosh—he vanished into the sky.

The people around slowly started murmuring, some recording, some still frozen in place.

Little Adam looked up, eyes shining, tiny fists clenched in excitement.

"Mom… I think I'm a superhero now!"

She didn't answer at first—just pulled him close, holding him tight. Then she smiled through tears.

"Yeah… I think you are."

Above them, the clouds shimmered faintly—like the sky itself had been touched by something unreal.

Presidential Estate

Tatia sat at the long, oval table surrounded by leaders, generals, and top scientists from all over the world. The room buzzed with low voices, tension thick in the air. Holograms floated above the table, each showing a massive glowing portal—some in cities, others in remote areas, even in the ocean.

They were everywhere. And no one could go in.

"We've tried drones, probes, even dimensional anchors," one old man said, rubbing his temple. "Nothing gets through. It just… disappears."

A woman in military uniform from France tapped on the hologram. "Our superhumans are stationed near Gate 7 and Gate 12. So far, no activity. But we don't know what's inside, or when—"

Suddenly, the holograms glitched.

Bzzt.

The entire room went silent.

The lights dimmed slightly. Then, one by one, each hologram shifted. The portals, which had been pulsing with a slow, steady rhythm—stopped.

Everyone leaned in.

Then—BOOM!

The screen showing Gate 3 exploded in light. A wave of energy surged out from the portal, flattening the trees around it. The feed cut to black.

Another boom—Gate 5. Then Gate 9. Then Gate 2.

One by one, they began to open.

Not just glowing anymore. Ripping open.

Like reality itself was being peeled back.

"It's happening…" someone whispered.

Tatia stood up slowly, her eyes glowing faintly as her senses extended. She could feel it. Something massive was stepping through.

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Gate 1—Tokyo—split wide open.

From the swirling void, a giant shadow took form. Humanoid. Tall as a skyscraper. Eyes burning like dying stars.

Then another gate—Rio de Janeiro. This time, something sleek and insectoid, floating effortlessly above the ground, wings humming softly.

Then Nigeria. Then Canada. Then Turkey. One after the other, new beings stepped out—some monstrous, some divine-looking, some completely alien.

The whole world was watching.

Tatia took a breath and whispered into her comms.

"Mobilize every capable unit. This isn't an invasion…"

Her eyes narrowed as one of the beings turned toward a camera and smiled.

"…It's a message."