Creation Of All Things-Chapter 167: The Followers Of The Final Nuisance

It began with a knock.

Or more like a dramatic slam of doors and Alfred bursting into Adams' chamber with scrolls, confetti, and a paper crown that said Taiyu's Snack King.

Adams didn't even look up. "If it's about that cult again—"

"It's not a cult!" Alfred shouted, already pulling Adams up by the arm. "It's an opportunity. A celebration! They're building a whole dojo, bro! We've been invited as special guests! You can't say no to your legacy!"

"My legacy is NOT Edible Destruction!"

"You invented edible destruction!"

"…shut up."

—

Moments later…

Adams stood outside the palace courtyard with a heavy sigh while Alfred danced in circles, clearly thrilled.

Then the ground trembled.

The skies rumbled.

The trees leaned away like they knew what was coming.

And then—

BOOM!!!

Kael'Thar landed.

Elegant. Grand. Massive.

Adams climbed up without a word, clearly regretting everything about today.

Alfred hopped on behind him, snacks already in hand. "Alright, boy! To the Taiyu Realm! We've got an empire to accidentally encourage!"

Kael'Thar roared once and took off.

The moment they lifted into the air, Virelia responded as expected.

People gasped. Birds scattered. Cultivators pointed.

Some random elder shouted, "THE CHEW MAN RIDES AGAIN!"

Adams palmed his face.

Then came the flying spirit cameras, cultivators riding clouds trying to catch a glimpse, and a few overexcited fangirls launching glitter bombs in the air.

Back in the palace…

Aria: "You let them take Kael'Thar?"

Freya: "Alfred bribed me with voidberry pie."

Raphael: "Reasonable."

—

Taiyu Realm. Several hours of absurd flight later.

As they descended, crowds had already gathered.

Flags waved. Banners flew. Confetti rained.

A massive gate stood ahead with golden letters that read:

WELCOME, CHEW MAN & FRIEND!

Alfred teared up.

Adams audibly groaned.

They landed. Kael'Thar vanished into a sparkle of cosmic mist because dramatic exits are standard protocol.

People screamed. Someone fainted.

A line of monks bowed deeply.

"Your Divine Crunchness," the lead monk began.

Adams pointed at Alfred. "He's the Crunchness. I'm just here to babysit."

Alfred proudly waved like a pageant queen.

Then came the tour.

The Grand Snack Dojo was everything Adams feared.

Training halls shaped like teapots.

Giant statues of him chewing things—furniture, galaxies, a duck.

A sparring ring shaped like a giant bao bun.

Disciples in crunchy robes practicing "The Way of the Bite."

Adams held a hand to his temple. "This is so stupid it's actually giving me a headache."

"Wait till you see the gift shop!" Alfred chirped.

—

Then it happened.

They were led to a side plaza.

At first, Adams noticed nothing strange.

But then he saw it— freewebnøvel.com

a massive crowd of people wearing jet-black robes, all kneeling before a floating obelisk.

On it was written in shimmering purple:

"THE FINAL NUISANCE SHALL RETURN."

Adams stopped.

Dead.

Still.

"…what is that?"

Alfred peered over. "Oh. That's new. What do they call themselves again…?"

A nearby disciple perked up. "Oh, that's The Followers of the Final Nuisance! They worship you, sir."

Adams turned slowly. "I beg your pardon?"

The disciple nodded. "They believe you're the harbinger of all final boss battles and minor inconveniences. They consider your chew to be the sacred act of annoyance that undoes creation. Praise be!"

Another follower crawled closer and whispered, "He breathes loud enough to crack realms. We must annoy in his honor."

Adams looked at Alfred. "Did you start this?"

Alfred shrugged. "I might have mentioned how annoyed you get when people mess with your snacks—"

"YOU CREATED A CULT OF MY MOOD SWINGS?!"

"It's not a cult if they give you a theme song."

Suddenly, a choir began singing:

"He is the Nuisance, Final and True.

He left the room… and it collapsed too!"

Adams turned around and began walking back to Kael'Thar's summon point.

"I'm going home."

Alfred grabbed his sleeve. "Wait! You haven't even tried the commemorative ice cream named after your temper!"

A nearby vendor held up a bowl labeled Chewman's Fury: Now With Extra Crunch!

Adams turned to him with a death glare.

The bowl combusted.

The vendor clapped. "Divine flames! Just like the legends said!"

—

Later that evening…

A grand ceremony was held. Monks lit torches made of spicy jerky. Bells rang. Streamers flew.

Adams stood on a platform, arms crossed, frowning hard enough to bend light.

Alfred, wearing a ridiculous cape made of snack wrappers, addressed the crowd:

"Dear Taiyu citizens! Behold! The Chew Man, bringer of snack balance and mild inconvenience!"

The crowd cheered like it was a shounen finale.

Adams stepped forward, eyes twitching.

"I have no idea why any of you think this is okay."

The crowd gasped in awe.

"He speaks in riddles!" someone cried.

Adams continued. "This is all insane. I do not bless snacks. I do not endorse the noodle-nunchuck kata. I just want peaceful food consumption."

Another gasp. A tearful monk shouted, "Even his denials are divine contradiction!"

Someone passed out.

Someone else drew a mural of Adams slapping a sandwich into enlightenment.

Alfred nudged him. "Just go with it. Eat one snack. Smile. Then we go."

Adams sighed.

Took a cookie.

Bit it.

CRUNCH.

Time paused.

The sky lit up.

A rainbow turned into a dragon and did a backflip.

Everyone dropped to their knees.

Adams swallowed. "You people need help."

—

On the way back to Virelia…

Adams slumped forward on Kael'Thar, mentally exhausted.

"Next time," he muttered, "don't wake me up unless it's an actual apocalypse."

Alfred, chewing on a celebratory doughnut, grinned. "Got it."

beat

"…oh, also, they're naming the next holiday after you."

Adams screamed into the wind.

—

Somewhere in Taiyu…

A young disciple bowed before a new mural.

It showed Adams staring angrily at a half-eaten sandwich.

Below it were the sacred words:

"He Chewed. He Complained.

Reality Adjusted."

Long live the Final Nuisance.

Long live the Chew Man.

Elsewhere

"Heh… those dusty old geezers? Guess they're dead now. Whatever. Not my problem. I'm just here to finish what I came for—grab the young master and bounce off this backwater planet."