They arrived on a distant planet, a lush world of forests. Towering trees loomed above them as they crouched behind thick undergrowth. The air buzzed with unseen energy.
Moses grumbled, gripping his blade. "Can we hurry up and attack her already? I'm tired of playing this waiting game."
Adamus smirked. "Patience, Moses. I have an idea." He turned to Lust. "You and Sloth are close, right?"
Lust nodded. "Like sisters."
"Then do you think you can convince her to betray Pride?"
Lust hesitated. "I don't know… but I can try."
Moses scoffed. "This is ridiculous. You think you can change their hearts? We're wasting time. Let's just strike her down now."
Adamus held up a hand. "Let's give it a shot first."
From the shadows, they watched Sloth. She lay sprawled across the thick branch of a massive tree, lazily plucking fruit and nibbling on it. Her butterfly-like wings shimmered under the dappled sunlight, and a floating crown hovered just above her head. She exuded an aura of serene detachment, as if the universe itself moved too fast for her liking.
Lust took a deep breath and launched into the sky, her wings spreading wide as she approached.
Sloth's eyes lit up when she saw her. "Sister!" she called joyfully, fluttering toward her. "Did the spell wear off? Are you back? You're not still obsessed with that foolish boy, are you?"
Lust forced a smile. "Yeah, it wore off. But… I wanted to talk to you about something important."
Sloth grabbed her hand, a time portal swirling open beside them. "Who cares? Let's go relax somewhere. Pride wants us to hunt down Moses and deliver him to Thutmose III, but honestly? I've just been taking it easy." She sighed, stretching. "I'm so glad you finally snapped out of that curse."
Lust hesitated as Sloth tried to pull her through the portal. Her body didn't move.
"Sister," she said firmly. "We need to talk about Pride. He's gone too far. We should leave the Seven Deadly Sins."
Sloth froze, her carefree expression darkening. "Leave the Seven Deadly Sins? Are you insane?" Her wings fluttered as tension crept into her voice. "You've seen the power Lucifer gave Pride.
Lust's eyes softened. "But we have to. It's the right thing to do."
Sloth's gaze sharpened. "You're lying." She wrenched her hand away. "The spell is still affecting you, isn't it?"
"No, sister"
A faint hum filled the air as an ornate staff materialized near Sloth's outstretched hand, an hourglass embedded at its top.
But before she could grasp it
A blur of motion.
Adamus struck first, appearing in front of her in a flash, his Life Strings surging forward, wrapping around her wrist, halting her movements before she could seize her weapon.
A second shadow flickered Moses.
In an instant, he teleported beside her, blade pressed against her throat.
The air around them grew still, the weight of impending battle pressing down. Sloth's wings twitched, her expression unreadable.
Adamus locked eyes with her. "This is over, Sloth. Surrender now… or fall."
Sloth's arms were ensnared in Adamus's glowing life strings, locking her in place. Moses stood before her, his flaming blade inches from her face, the fire reflecting in her calm, knowing eyes. She smiled.
"At any moment, the others will come," she said, her voice lazy yet confident.
Adamus didn't look fazed. He turned to Lust and smirked. "That's why we have her."
Sloth's expression darkened as she looked at Lust. "What does he mean by that?"
Lust sighed. "Right now, I'm using most of my power to keep this planet hidden to suppress our energy so the rest of the sins can't sense us."
Sloth's wings twitched.
"You would betray me like this, sister?"
"I love Vajra," Lust said without hesitation. "I would do anything for him. And Pride? He's gone too far. He's a bully who forces us to carry out Lucifer biddings."
Adamus stepped forward, calm but firm.
"I'm not a killer. But Moses? He just might be. One move, and your life could end. So how about you surrender?"
Sloth chuckled, her pink eyes glowing as power surged around her.
"You fools. Mortals cannot end my existence. I am a concept."
"I know," Adamus replied. "That's why I'm not going to try to kill you."
His life-strings unraveled from his body, wrapping around her like living cords of light.
Sloth's face shifted to panic. Her summoned staff hovered nearby, just inches away yet her hand couldn't reach it.
She screamed.
"You're not going to seal me away!"
A ripple of violet energy pulsed from her chest.
"Tempus Retrogradum – Time Moving Backward."
In an instant, Adamus blinked and he was back in the woods, standing exactly where he'd been minutes ago.
His heart pounded as confusion set in.
"How…?"
He looked ahead. The battlefield was still there Sloth, Moses, Lust…
But now Sloth's body pulsed with a deeper, more chaotic energy.
Sloth's body pulsed with energy.
"Dimensional Punch Fifth Dimension."
Her fist connected with Moses's golden armor, a shockwave rippling through space as he was sent hurtling across the sky. Without hesitation, she spun and slammed her fist into Lust's face, sending her crashing through the trees. The force of the attack destabilized the planetary shield Lust had been maintaining, causing their energy to flicker across the Hyperverse like a beacon.
Lust groaned, shaking off the impact. Sloth's butterfly wings spread wide as she ascended into the sky, a portal forming in front of her. She tried to escape, but golden life strings shot from below, latching onto her back. She gasped and looked down.
Adamus gritted his teeth and yanked the strings. "Get over here!"
Sloth was ripped from the air, flung down before she could reach the portal. She crashed into the ground with a violent shockwave dirt and stone exploding outward.
But in a blink, her form shattered into a swarm of glowing butterflies, scattering in the wind. They swirled in eerie silence before pulling themselves back together just a few feet away.
She rose, smiling. Her voice was calm and laced with venom.
"You think brute force will stop me?"
She raised her staff an ornate black rod crowned with a twisting hourglass filled with shimmering white sand and pointed it at Adamus.
"They don't call me Sloth for no reason," she said. "You might've resisted the other Sins' powers… but you can't resist me."
Adamus charged.
In one smooth motion, Sloth's staff pulsed, and her voice echoed like a curse.
"Sin of Sloth."
Adamus froze. Mid-step. Mid-breath. His body locked in place.
"…What?" Adamus strained. "Why… can't I move?"
Sloth laughed, slow and echoing. "I took away your will to act. All your motion—gone. That's my Sin. You're done."
She darted toward him moving at immeasurable speed, her staff ablaze with white, fractal-dimensional energy. Geometric patterns twisted from the hourglass like collapsing universes, coalescing into raw, spatial destruction.
But right as she swung Adamus moved. Fluid. Precise. He dodged.
Sloth skidded across the battlefield, stunned.
"What? I took your movement! You shouldn't even be able to blink!"
Adamus stood tall.
"You're right. I couldn't move. Your Sin did affect me."
He raised one glowing hand, life-threads flowing from his fingers like golden silk.
"But I didn't need my speed… I used yours."
"Velocity Sync."
"While you suppressed my motion, I linked our life-threads tethered your velocity to mine. I copied your speed. Synced it. Even without my own motion, your speed flowed through me like a current. I didn't move myself I moved with you."
Sloth's eyes widened.
"Smart… and impressive. But it doesn't matter. The other Sins are coming. You can't stop us all."
She rushed forward again, her staff slicing through the air like a blade of time itself. But as she charged
her body began to slow.
Step by step.
Until she stopped completely.
Her arms trembled, frozen mid-swing.
"…Why can't I move?"
Adamus stepped forward, calm and unshaken.
"You talk too much. While you were monologuing, I connected your life-thread to the ground beneath your feet."
"The Earth stationary. Immobile. Its velocity is zero."
"And now? So is yours."
"You're synced to the velocity of the planet's surface. You've become one with stillness."
Sloth trembled, trying to will her limbs to move.
"Impossible…"
Adamus's eyes glowed, golden light spiraling like galaxies.
"Velocity isn't just speed… It's a state of reality. Through Velocity Sync, I can copy and assign the motion of any object, any being."
"I can make a mountain move like lightning… or a goddess like you… as still as stone."
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Narrator:
Velocity Sync a technique that lets Adamus link the velocity of any two targets, be it people, objects, or even concepts. If it moves, he can bind its speed to something else. A heartbeat to the stillness of the ground. An eyelid's blink to a lightning bolt. A falling leaf to a comet's descent. He doesn't just manipulate speed he commands the laws of motion, bending them to his will.
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Suddenly, the trees split open
Lust flew out, limping from where she'd been punched earlier, landing beside Adamus.
She smirked. "Nice job."
But before they could rest, the earth trembled.
A massive pulse of dark energy rumbled across the horizon.
The sky cracked.
Adamus narrowed his eyes.
"…They're here."
"It's too late."
The entire planet trembled. Adamus and Lust exchanged concerned glances before turning toward the sky. A shadow swallowed the horizon, an unfathomable presence blotting out the stars. A face larger than the planet itselfemerged from the void, its grotesque, insatiable mouth opening wide.
Gluttony had arrived.
Gluttony's colossal mouth open, a void of endless hunger consume the entire planet. The skies darkened, the very fabric of space bending toward his monstrous form as gravity itself surrendered to his insatiable appetite.
Adamus and Lust shot into action. Lust flew through the air, her body wrapped in swirling dark smoke, the vapor pulsing with energy as it propelled her forward like a living storm. Adamus sprinted across the air itself, his velocity so intense it warped the space around him green streaks trailing behind like divine brushstrokes across the space.
Adamus's eyes locked onto Sloth, now flying away in retreat. He glanced down, scanning the battlefield and realized.
"The ground…" he muttered.
The crater where Sloth once stood had collapsed into dust, obliterated by the battle.
"Velocity Sync must've broken," he said. "That ground no longer exists… so her movement's no longer bound to its stillness.".
Behind them, the world shattered. A deafening crunch reverberated through the void as Gluttony devoured the planet whole, his grotesque form swelling with stolen mass. He dragged a clawed hand across his lips, grinning wide as his voice rumbled through the fabric of existence.
"Delicious," he sneered, tongue slithering across his teeth. "I can't wait to feast on you next."
All of them now floated in the cold expanse of space, weightless and exposed beneath the fractured starlight.
Beside the hulking figure, Sloth lounged lazily on Gluttony's swollen shoulder, his posture unshaken by the cosmic carnage. His half-lidded eyes swept indifferently over the battlefield, as if the death of a planet were nothing more than a passing breeze.
Across from them, Adamus hovered with Lust at his side, his body tense, golden eyes scanning the chaos. His breath came sharp and fast, each inhale clouding in the frigid dark.
"Where's Moses?" Adamus demanded, his voice breaking the silence, sharp with urgency and dread.
Before Adamus could finish, the void itself split apart.
A blinding flash erupted above Gluttony, a crack in reality tearing wide. From that wound in existence, Moses descended—wreathed in divine radiance, his entire being an avatar of celestial fury.
His blade blazed with holy fire, its edge like a newborn star cutting against the eternal dark. With a battle cry that rippled through galaxies, Moses plunged the weapon downward.
The strike met flesh. Spirit and matter alike seared, sliced, and purified in one motion.
Gluttony shrieked, his grotesque body convulsing as divine fire erupted from the wound. A brilliant inferno spread across his swollen frame, flames devouring his corrupted essence.
The impact thundered across the cosmos. Asteroids split apart, debris scattered like sparks from a forge, as if the universe itself recoiled from the violence.
Staggering backward, Gluttony clutched at his burning forehead, bellowing in rage. His vast belly churned, hunger twisting into raw fury.
Across the battlefield, Adamus and Lust hovered in silence, their eyes locked on the clash of titans. Sloth, who had been lounging idly on Gluttony's shoulder, was torn from she perch by the force of Moses's assault and flung into the void. Now drifting at a distance, he watched the fight with uncharacteristic focus, she half-lidded eyes narrowing as the battle unfolded.
As Moses and Gluttony clashed in a blinding storm of celestial fire and consuming darkness, the echoes of their battle sent ripples across the fabric of the universe. Each swing of Moses' burning blade carved through the space, while Gluttony's insatiable hunger warped reality itself, devouring the very light around him.
But then, the air grew heavy. The darkness thickened.
The others had arrived.
Pride. Envy. Wrath.
Floating in the cosmic abyss, their forms radiated an overwhelming presence.
On one side, Adamus and Lust steadied themselves, battle-ready. On the other, the Deadly Sins Sloth floating beside, Pride standing at the forefront, Envy and Wrath poised for battle.
Moses clashed with Greed in the background, their weapons colliding in bursts of golden and crimson energy.
For a moment, silence filled the space.
Adamus watched as Moses clashed with Gluttony, their battle shaking the very fabric of space. He clenched his fists. "I need to go help him."
Before he could move, Pride's voice cut through the space. "Envy. Sloth. Take care of Lust."
Wrath cracked his knuckles. "Good idea, boss. They'll handle her, and you and I? We'll deal with Vajra."
Adamus exhaled sharply. "We don't have to fight. I just want to save my friends and go home. You're the ones hunting us down." His golden eyes flickered toward Sloth and Envy. "And you two you don't have to fight your own sister. I can tell you don't want to." He took a step forward. "If you go through with this, her blood will be on your hands."
Sloth and Envy looked at each other, then back at Adamus. Their eyes darkened.
"You're the one who put that curse on our sister," Envy spat. "This is your fault."
Adamus shook his head. "I was only defending myself. I don't even know how to remove it. All I did was counter her move"
Lust interrupted, pleading, "Sisters, we don't have to do this. We don't have to listen to Pride. We can leave live as we did before Lucifer came."
But Pride only laughed, lifting his hands toward the sky. "Prime Sin: Pride Supremacy."
Dark energy pulsed from his fingertips, engulfing Sloth and Envy. Their bodies trembled, glowing black as they struggled against its influence.
"Pride, stop!" Envy gasped. "You said you wouldn't do this again you said you wouldn't use your sin on us!"
Sloth groaned, her body contorting. "It… it's making us… lose all pride in ourselves…"
Pride smirked as the corruption took hold, erasing their will. "And that makes you easy to control."
Lust's eyes flared with rage. "You monster! You've always done this forcing us to obey!"
Pride glanced at her lazily. "Be quiet, before I take the pride out of you too." He turned back to Sloth and Envy, his voice dripping with authority. "Now. Kill her."
Like puppets on strings, they lunged at Lust.
Adamus saw the empty look in their eyes as they attacked, their movements robotic, unnatural. He shot forward to intervene
But Wrath appeared before him in a blur. "Forget the catfight." His grin widened. "Focus on the big dogs."
Before Adamus could react, Wrath's forehead smashed into his, the impact sending him hurtling through space. His body crashed into a planet's surface, carving a crater into the ground.
Dazed, Adamus pushed himself up, shaking off the impact. When he looked up, Pride was hovering in the sky, watching like a king on his throne. Below him, Wrath loomed, his massive form casting a shadow over the crater.
Wrath cracked his neck, grinning. "Now, let's have our rematch."
His body surged with power, growing larger 8'9", his armor burning with infernal flames, the metal glowing red-hot.
Adamus rolled his shoulders, his own energy flaring around him. His green aura crackled, his golden Tenshi no Me eyes locking onto Wrath. "Aren't you tired of being his attack dog?"
Wrath smirked. "Never. I am Wrath. And he points me in the direction of destruction." His body ignited with pure, raging fire. "And now I will destroy you, Vajra!"
In an instant, Wrath shot forward, moving at speeds incomprehensible to the human eye.
Adamus's mind raced. Wrath was moving at immeasurable speeds times five, Im×5. The sheer velocity tore through the void, shaking creation itself.
"I can only move at FTL Plus…" Adamus muttered under his breath. His golden eyes sharpened, a gleam of resolve flashing within. "But lucky for me… I've already locked onto his velocity."
His life strings whipped outward, coiling around Wrath's essence. Velocity Sync.
In that instant, Adamus's body resonated with Wrath's impossible momentum. His movements surged to match impossible speed meeting impossible speed. With effortless precision, he slipped aside, dodging Wrath's flaming fist at the very last fraction of existence.
The battlefield blurred as their clash sent them careening across the multiverse, tearing through the hyperverse of Israel. Each strike sent shockwaves across existence itself, planets trembling in their wake.
High above, Pride watched, his smirk growing wider. Across the battlefield, the other Sins waged war against Moses, Lust.
Wrath closed in, fists flying, each strike carrying the weight of his fury. Adamus raised a shimmering shield, blocking each blow with precision. But Wrath's assault was relentless, the shield cracking under the force until it shattered completely. Now exposed, Adamus moved with Im×5 reflexes, weaving between Wrath's attacks. Then, in a flash, he struck a powerful leg kick crashing into Wrath's body, sending him hurtling through space.
Before Wrath could regain control, Adamus snapped his life string forward, catching Wrath's ankle mid-flight and whipping him across space, his body colliding with planets in his path, shattering them like glass. Energy rippled across the cosmos as Wrath steadied himself, eyes burning with rage. He thrust his hands forward, sending waves of fire spiraling toward Adamus.
Adamus tore through the void, weaving between Wrath's relentless barrage of flames. Entire planets hidden in the vastness of the multiverse ignited, their deaths sending shockwaves that twisted the very fabric of reality. Space itself trembled beneath the force of their battle.
Then, Adamus stopped. He no longer dodged. No longer ran. Instead, he stood firm, arms outstretched, as Wrath's infernal energy crashed into him. But there was no pain. Just power raw and flowing into his very being, As he absorbs the energy the flames.
Wrath's lips curled into a knowing grin. "Perfect," he muttered to himself. "Just like I expected."
As his flames poured into Adamus, Wrath's energy only grew stronger. His fists clenched, his aura erupting with white-hot fury. The air around he's hand crackled with spiraling bands of energy rainbow-colored geometric shapes materializing fragments of some higher-dimensional force.
"Twelfth Dimension!" Wrath roared.
Instantly, a crimson-white orb snapped around Adamus, sealing him inside. His vision fractured, space itself shifting beyond recognition.
Inside the orb, reality had become something else entirely. The vacuum of space was gone, replaced by an ever-shifting realm of incomprehensible geometry. Angles twisted in ways that defied logic, forming impossible intersections. Hypercubic constructs flickered in and out of existence, their shifting edges extending beyond normal perception. The walls of the orb weren't solid they were layers upon layers of higher-dimensional space folded into a seamless, writhing prison. This space this reality was cut off from everything else, a perfect, isolated dimension where only Adamus and his suffering existed.
And then he saw them.
Endless versions of Wrath.
But only inside the orb.
Beyond its surface, Wrath stood outside, grinning as he watched. From his perspective, the scene was simple Adamus, frozen in place, trapped in his prison of the Twelfth Dimension. Hands. Fists. Feet. An infinite number of them materializing and striking him, over and over again. A relentless storm of blows, each strike from another version of himself, a parallel Wrath from another timeline, another reality. And yet, all Wrath could see was Adamus, helpless, unable to move as the storm of punishment never ceased.
But inside the orb, Adamus could see them all.
A hyper-versions legion of Wraths surrounded him from every angle, each one distinct, yet identical in their fury. Some towered over entire solar systems, their strikes shattering the very fabric of reality, while others were small enough to fit in the spaces between atoms, their attacks bypassing all physical limits and landing directly on his essence. Some Wraths wore dark armor, their bodies crackling with hellish energy; others donned regal robes, their presence emanating a cruel, divine authority. There were Wraths wrapped in chaotic flame, their faces ever-shifting blurs of rage, and Wraths with eyes like burning stars, their wrath an unrelenting force of cosmic destruction. Each version was unique different sizes, different clothing, different forms yet all of them struck with the same unyielding force.
And then they attacked.
A relentless storm of fists, kicks, and strikes rained down upon Adamus. Every Wrath inside the orb struck at the same time, their blows phasing through space itself to land directly on him. He couldn't move. Couldn't fight back. He was frozen in place at the center of the storm, watching as infinite hands, feet, and weapons crashed into him from every direction.
Each punch wasn't just physical it struck beyond the body. Some blows shattered his bones, some ruptured his spirit, and others cracked the very concept of his existence. The orb pulsed violently, trapping him in this torment, ensuring he remained helpless. Each passing second stretched into an eternity as every Wrath across the Twelfth Dimension continued their endless assault.
Outside the orb, Wrath laughed.
Adamus remained trapped within the prison, his blood splattering across the dimensional walls of the orb. The infinite Wraths continued their relentless onslaught, each strike a brutal reminder of his helplessness. His vision blurred, his strength fading until suddenly, everything vanished.
No more fists. No more pain. No more Wrath.
All that remained was the white orb.
The same white orb he had seen before, deep within the Lake of Baptism, where Moses had once spoken to him. It hovered before him in the endless void, radiating an overwhelming sense of divinity, its presence both familiar and unfathomable.
Adamus, breathless, eyes filled with exhaustion and uncertainty, stared at it. Then, he spoke.
"Are you the Father?"
The orb pulsed, a voice calm yet absolute filling the space around him.
"I am… what I am."
A hand extended from the orb, reaching toward him. The moment it touched his broken body, an overwhelming wave of white energy surged through him, consuming his wounds, his pain, his exhaustion. The divine light wrapped around him like an embrace, healing him in an instant.
Then the orb spoke once more.
"Your faith is strong. I will strengthen you. I have told you this before, and I shall tell you again: 'Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall hurt you.'"
Adamus gasped, his consciousness snapping back into reality.
The endless Wraths continued their assault, their strikes tearing through space and time itself yet something had changed.
A golden glow pierced through the chaos.
Adamus' Tenshi no Me burned like twin suns, their radiance slicing through the infinite storm of Wraths. His gaze scanned them all every version, every form, every timeline. The life strings of each Wrath snapped into his vision, stretching through existence itself, an intricate web of rage, power, and destruction.
And then he connected.
A surge of emerald energy ignited within him, spiraling outward as his life strings latched onto theirs. He copied their speed copying their velocity, their movements, their instincts. Every Wrath that had struck him before he now moved as they did. Faster. Sharper. Unstoppable.
A Wrath lunged at him, fist blazing with infernal fire. Adamus' eyes gleamed.
"Counter."
His own fist ignited, emerald flames clashing against the Wrath's red inferno. Their collision sent shockwaves through the prison. Another Wrath swung at him from behind.
"Counter."
He weaved through the strike and returned a blow twice as strong, sending his attacker flying.
A massive Wrath descended, wielding a sword large enough to cleave through Universes. The blade came down.
"Counter."
A sword of pure energy materialized in Adamus' hand, identical to his foe's, but burning with divine light. He met the strike head-on, steel crashing against steel, his blade cutting through the colossal weapon like paper.
More Wraths surged forward. A hundred, a thousand, Infinite each one more furious than the last. Their fists, their flames, their weapons all aimed to crush him.
"Counter."
Adamus moved like a force of nature, intercepting every attack, matching their power, surpassing them. His emerald flames burned higher, intertwining with the divine energy coursing through him. Every strike he returned shattered the space around him. At this moment, he was moving infinitely faster than instant, cracks forming in the dimensional walls of his prison.
CRACK.
The fabric of the prison began to splinter.
"Counter."
A final blow his fist colliding with the very essence of the realm itself.
BOOM.
The dimensional prison shattered.
Fragments of the orb exploded in all directions, sending shards of distorted reality flying through space like broken glass. The attack ceased. The infinite Wraths were gone. The prison was no more.
Wrath, who had been watching from outside, smirked. "Impressive."
Adamus, catching his breath, clenched his fists as his energy stabilized. His mind raced.
What was that? What did you do to me?
Before he could fully comprehend it, a sudden force crashed into him.
BOOM.
A colossal fist faster than light Immeasurable Speed ×5, slammed into his chest, sending him hurtling through space. Adamus barely had time to react as he spiraled downward, his body piercing through the atmosphere of an unfamiliar planet.
CRASH.
He struck the ground like a meteor, a massive crater erupting beneath him. Dust and debris filled the air as he groaned, slowly rising to his feet.
As the haze settled, he looked around, breathing heavily.
"The planet…" Adamus muttered. It looks familiar.
Aside from no flying cars but everything else looks like home
Towering buildings lined the streets. Vehicles glided down paved roads. And people regular humans in business suits, T-shirts, and jeans moved about as if nothing beyond this world existed.
The city felt real. Tangible.
It felt like home.
Then the crowd saw him.
People rushed toward the crater some screaming, some trying to help. A few fled. Others stood frozen, paralyzed by fear and awe.
"Are you okay?" a man asked, stepping forward with a trembling hand.
Adamus took a shaky breath, his eyes locking onto the sky.
"Stay back," he warned.
Above him, hovering like judgment itself
Wrath.
And Pride.
The moment the citizens laid eyes on them, panic spread like wildfire.
"They're back!" someone screamed.
"Wrath and Pride run!"
The entire city erupted into chaos, people scattering in every direction.
Adamus narrowed his eyes, looking between the fleeing citizens and the two figures above. "I see you two aren't very popular."
Wrath grinned. "Popular? We're the most well-known beings in this entire hyperverse. Everyone fears us."
Adamus glanced around at the city once more. Then, he noticed something statues.
Everywhere.
Statues of the Seven Deadly Sins towered over the streets, their carved faces looming like divine figures watching over the people. Wrath. Pride. The others. Their influence was undeniable.
Pride chuckled, gesturing to the monuments. "This is just one of the planets we rule. You see these statues? You can have one too, if you want, Vajra."
Adamus scoffed. "Why would I want a statue?"
Pride smirked. "Because you're one of us. Look at you. You're strong. You're beyond these mortals. You're a concept a force greater than them. Join us."
Adamus clenched his fists. "I would never join your group. I'm not a monster. I wouldn't strip people of their free will or destroy concepts like happiness and joy."
Pride's smirk faded. "So, you think you're a hero?"
"I know exactly who I am," Adamus said, his voice firm. "You're the ones who have forgotten yourselves. You're just lap dogs."
Wrath's expression darkened. His aura surged. "You think you know yourself? Let's see if you still believe that after this!"
His hand shot forward, glowing white with dimensional energy. " Twelfth Dimensional prison!"
Shapes twisted in the air, forming another orb, racing toward Adamus. But this time, he was faster. He dodged, vanishing in an emerald blur.
Wrath snarled. "You won't dodge the next one!"
More orbs appeared forming around him, trying to trap him once again. But Adamus kept moving, leaping from street to rooftop, dodging every attempt to ensnare him.
"What are these?!" Adamus shouted. "Why did I see infinite versions of you punching me?"
Wrath smirked. "Because I entered the Twelfth Dimension. I shattered reality so thoroughly that infinite multiversal versions of me appeared every timeline, every variation, contained inside that prison you were trapped in."
"Timelines?" Adamus narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, timelines." Wrath's smirk grew sinister. "The last time we fought and you escaped, we searched for you across the hyperverse. Every multiverse within it. We even went to different timelines."
Adamus kept dodging, his mind racing with questions.
"How? If you went back in time... I should remember the fight we had."
Wrath laughed a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the crumbling city.
"Time travel doesn't change the present," he sneered. "It only creates another timeline. We didn't go back to rewrite history… we went back to find another version of you. To kill you. To study your weaknesses."
His grin twisted into something darker.
"But here's the thing we couldn't find any."
"Not just weaknesses..." He took a step forward, eyes locked on Adamus like a predator sizing up something it didn't understand.
"...we couldn't find you. Not in a single timeline. You only exist here."
Adamus' breath caught in his throat.
Still hovering above, Pride crossed his arms, his tone eerily calm.
"We don't know why. The only beings we've encountered with a singular existence only one version across the Hyperverse of Israel are God the Father..."
His voice dipped.
"...and Archangels, Satan, after he stole the Father's power."
Wrath's smile faded into something colder.
"We found your friends. Kiyohime. Hunter. In timeline after timeline, we hunted them down. Killed them over and over."
"But you?"
He jabbed a finger toward Adamus, his voice rising.
"You were never there. No matter how far we searched, how deep we looked
you never existed.
Except here."
Adamus stared back, stunned.
A chill ran through his spine not from fear, but from the weight of it.
What am I?
Wrath leaned forward, his voice now venomous.
"And now, here in the present..."
He cracked his knuckles, grin returning.
"We're going to finish what we started."
"First, we'll beat you until you can't move. Until your bones shatter and your soul screams. Until you're paralyzed."
"Then, we'll kill the versions of your friends that are still alive right in front of you."
Adamus' rage erupted.
"You're not killing anything!"
A golden energy disk materialized in his palm, spinning with an immense force. His green flames blazed higher.
"Hyperdisc!"
He hurled it at Wrath.
Wrath ceased his assault, dodging the attack.
Pride shouted. "That thing will cut you apart!"
Wrath barely evaded, but the disc curved turning back toward him.
Before it could reach its target, Pride raised his hand.
The Hyperdisc slowed. Then, it disintegrated vanishing into nothingness, like dust blown away in the wind.
Adamus' eyes locked onto Pride. "What did you do?!"
Pride smirked. "I took the pride out of it. I used my sin."
Adamus growled.
Pride's smirk widened. "We're not done yet."
He charged.
Adamus' golden eyes burned as he saw the incoming punch. He dodged then his hands ignited with divine light. White energy crackled around his fists, mixing with his emerald flames.
"Fist of Faith!"
He struck Wrath with all his might.
CRACK.
Wrath's armor shattered.
Wrath flew backward, his body crashing through the earth, carving deep trenches and leaving craters in his wake.
He finally ground to a halt, his armor cracked from the force of Adamus' Fist of Faith. Yet, despite the impact, he only grinned, wiping a trickle of blackened blood from his mouth.
"So… Moses really did teach you the Fists of Faith," Wrath mused, rising to his feet. His aura flared violently, warping the air around him. "It won't save you."
With a burst of speed, he lunged at Adamus.
The two clashed at incomprehensible velocities, their movements barely perceptible even to those who could follow high-speed combat. Wrath's fists struck like meteorites, each one powerful enough to shatter worlds. Adamus countered with seamless precision ducking, weaving, slipping between blows. He blocked what he couldn't evade and struck back with pinpoint accuracy.
The city trembled under their battle. Buildings crumbled. Cars flipped. People screamed.
Wrath lunged, his kick aiming to shatter Adamus' ribs.
Adamus dashed aside, cocking his fist back.
Green energy surged, his green flames igniting in tandem.
He struck.
The impact roared like a divine bell tolling across the battlefield.
Wrath launched skyward like a shooting star, his body carving a fiery trail as he was blasted off the planet, disappearing into the space.
Adamus' golden eyes glowed intensely.
Then, he turned his gaze to the city.
People were crying out for help.
Cars lay overturned, crushed under debris.
Civilians dangled from shattered buildings, seconds away from plummeting to their deaths.
Adamus vanished.
At impossible speeds, Im×5, he weaved through the destruction, catching those who fell, lifting the wreckage off trapped civilians, repairing the damage wrought by the battle. His life strings extended, glowing like celestial threads, aiding him in the impossible task of saving everyone at once.
Above, Pride hovered, watching.
Analyzing.
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"He's a good fighter," he admitted. "But naive. He actually believes he's a hero."
Wrath reappeared in the sky, bruised, his fury rekindled. His eyes locked onto Adamus, still focused on saving lives.
Perfect. He's distracted.
With a burst of speed, Wrath rushed forward, his fist aimed for the back of Adamus' head
But at the last moment, Adamus vanished.
Wrath's punch missed.
Adamus reappeared behind him, his fist already in motion. A single devastating strike to the face.
BOOM.
Wrath flew across the sky, crashing down on a distant island, sending shockwaves rippling across the ocean.
The battered warrior rose to his feet, staggering. He clenched his fists, his teeth grinding in frustration.
"Why…?" Wrath muttered, staggering back, frustration in his voice. "Why can't I hit you?! I know we're the same speed you can copy speed! But your reflexes… it's like you've already experienced this fight before."
A gust of wind whispered through the battlefield.
Adamus was already there.
He walked toward Wrath with slow, deliberate steps his body calm, but his golden eyes glowing like suns collapsed into themselves. They didn't just see Wrath. They saw through him.
Then he spoke quietly, yet with a voice that felt older than the stars.
"Now that I think about it… your Twelfth-Dimensional attack the one where infinite versions of you attacked me from across countless realities… it felt familiar."
Wrath scowled. "What are you talking about?"
Adamus stopped a few feet away, his gaze unblinking.
"These eyes… they're called Tenshi no Me," he said. "They let me see everything. Not just light, not just time. But the life strings that connect all things living and dead, real and imagined, existing and not yet born."
Wrath's fists clenched.
"When I look at someone," Adamus continued, "I don't just see who they are I see every version of them that could be. An infinite cascade of parallel worlds. Every path they could've taken. Every mistake. Every triumph. Every version of you, Wrath."
He raised his hand slightly, his fingers trailing glowing lines of golden energy in the air like a divine web.
"In each of those infinite branches, I live alongside you. I fight you. I learn from you. Sometimes… I even befriend you."
Wrath's face twitched. "You're insane."
Adamus' voice remained steady, unshaken.
"No. I just remember more than one lifetime."
"To you, we've only met a few times. To me… we've fought a Countless battles. And in more than one of them" his gaze softened just slightly "we were allies."
Wrath's breath hitched.
"That's why you couldn't find me in other timelines," Adamus said, lifting his chin. "Because I wasn't split across them like everyone else. Every version of me... every outcome, every possibility
they all converge here. In this body. In this moment."
He tapped his chest. "There are no 'other versions' of me. I am the accumulation of them all."
Wrath took a step back, shaken.
Adamus' golden eyes pulsed. "You think you're fighting one man. But you're fighting every possibility I've already lived through. I've experienced this fight a Countless times across simulated worlds in my mind, built from your threads. You were predictable before you ever threw the first punch."
Wrath's lips parted, but no words came out.
Then, a final whisper calm, devastating.
"You're fighting the man who already knows how this ends."
Pride descended, his form elegant and composed, a stark contrast to Wrath's aggression. He landed beside Wrath, arms still folded. His face wore its usual mask of calm superiority but behind his eyes, something flickered.
Doubt.
"Impossible," Pride said, voice like ice over glass. "If an infinite number of parallel versions of yourself existed in one place, you'd collapse in on yourself. No spirit could endure that. And if you're truly living through the lives of every person you see
experiencing their every version, every possibility
your soul should've shattered long ago."
Adamus didn't flinch.
His lips curled into a small, tired smile. "Then I guess that makes me impossible."
Pride narrowed his eyes.
"You think insight guarantees victory?" he said coldly. "Just because you see our fights in infinite variations doesn't mean you can win this one."
He took a slow step forward, his presence regal, commanding.
"Perception is not immunity, Vajra. It's illusion. It's ego. You can see the storm but that doesn't mean you'll survive it."
Adamus didn't blink.
"Maybe not. But I'd rather walk into the storm knowing what I'm facing… than stand behind a throne pretending it won't reach me."
"You're right, Pride. I can't dodge every hit. And I've seen it… in Countless of branches."
His golden eyes dimmed for a moment, a heavy truth passing through him.
"In many of them, I lose. I fall. I make the wrong choice."
"But I carry them all with me. Every failure. Every version of me that couldn't save the people he loved."
His fists tightened. Energy surged like a storm.
"But I still faith this is the one"
He raised his gaze, eyes burning.
"where I make the right decisions."
Adamus stepped forward once more, standing alone yet carrying infinite versions of himself within. His presence distorted the very air, as if reality hesitated around him.
"Let's finish this," he said, his voice calm but absolute.
Pride turned toward Wrath, eyes narrowed with sharp authority.
"Hit him with everything you've got," he commanded. "But control the energy in your strikes… we still need this planet intact."
Wrath cracked his neck with a grin that barely concealed the inferno raging inside him.
"Fine," he muttered, and the words carried like a growl across the battlefield. From the seams of his obsidian armor, flames poured like liquid night, coiling up his fists as serpents of vengeance.
Then came the roar.
A thunderous, primal cry split the skies as Wrath launched forward like a meteor torn loose from the stars. Every step he took ruptured the surface beneath him, seismic shockwaves rolling outward as if the planet itself were screaming in protest. His fists blazed not only with fire but with dimensional fury, reality-bending energy bleeding into the air, warping it into shards of fractured existence.
He swung.
Each punch tore holes in space. Each kick left behind collapsing fissures where light itself bent wrong.
And Adamus met him.
Golden eyes blazed with divine judgment, his body ignited in emerald fire and threads of light spun by the Tenshi no Me. He surged forward, fists wrapped in holy brilliance. Their collision sounded like creation being rewritten.
Fist struck fist. Knee clashed with knee. Every impact was not simply a blow it was a warhead detonating, shockwaves tearing through the city. Towers shattered like fragile glass, skyscrapers toppled and folded into themselves, the streets split like cracked parchment under the violence of gods.
They vanished.
At speeds no eye could follow, they were gone, ricocheting through the metropolis in blurs of flame and gold. One moment Wrath's burning kick cleaved through an entire city block, igniting it in fire; the next, Adamus's counterpunch cratered him through mountains of steel and stone, dragging tidal waves across the ocean beyond.
The battlefield became the planet itself.
The ocean rose like walls, cities broke apart, and the crust of the world split open from the sheer resonance of their fury. Shockwaves thundered out of the atmosphere, ricocheting into the void. Moons trembled. Stars shuddered. Across the cosmos, instruments of alien worlds screamed in unison. Far beyond, even the multiverse rippled an echo of their battle rattled through infinite reflections of reality.
Wrath hurled a punch that broke continents. Adamus slipped through it like golden lightning, his counter faster than thought. His fist slammed into Wrath's chest, sending him skidding across oceans, carving a trench miles deep as water split around his blazing frame.
Pride descended from the sky in streaks of blinding light, his kick tearing through atmosphere like a blade. Wrath roared in answer, and for a heartbeat they came together two living catastrophes of flame and dimension and struck Adamus in unison.
The sky shattered.
Space cracked like brittle glass, each fracture stretching into the void.
But Adamus was already moving.
A blur beyond imagination, his fist blurred forward faster than causality could comprehend. It struck Wrath's jaw with such force that the sound arrived late, like thunder following lightning, shaking not just the world but the universe itself.
Wrath's body bent, armor fracturing, embers spraying into the wind like shattered stars. Adamus stepped through the motion, unrelenting, fists and feet becoming divine hammers that fell with merciless rhythm. Each strike rang through creation, a drumbeat of judgment echoing from the heart of one universe to the edge of another.
But Adamus wasn't just fighting in reality.
Within the sanctum of his mind within the infinite realm of the Tenshi no Me another war was raging.
Parallel Existential Simulation.
His eyes, still glowing with celestial fire, had long since shattered the limits of perception. Inside his soul, a thousand versions of this very moment unfolded. Then ten thousand. Then infinite.
Across limitless parallel worlds, he clashed with Wrath and Pride winning, losing, dying, surviving, transcending. In one world, he was shattered. In another, he ascended. In one, he caught Wrath's fist and reversed his essence. In another, he failed and faded into nothingness.
Each simulation lasted less than a second an eternity compressed into every heartbeat.
As Wrath and Pride hurled punches, kicks, and energy blasts at him in the real world, Adamus's gaze saw more than motion he saw outcome. Possibility. Destiny fracturing.
He was no longer reacting to their movements he was pre-living them.
A sharp crack split the air as Wrath's fist met Adamus's. The collision detonated like thunder, shockwaves blasting outward in all directions. Adamus's golden eyes gleamed as he whispered one word
"Counter."
His strike slipped through Wrath's power like a blade through water, redirecting it and unleashing its weight back upon its master. The force sent Wrath flying across the battlefield, his armored body carving a scar into the earth as he tumbled away in a storm of broken stone and fire.
Adamus's eyes glowed softly. He whispered to no one in particular, his voice steady and absolute.
"This… is one where I win."
Then he moved. His body flowed like water, precise and unstoppable. Every step rewrote destiny, each motion cutting through inevitability itself. Pride saw it his arrogance faltering for the first time as Adamus became a streak of golden light. Before Wrath could recover, Adamus was already there. His fist crashed into Wrath's chest with earth-shattering force, sending the Sin of Rage flying backward like a comet, tearing through mountains and vanishing across the horizon.
Pride barely had time to process it. His eyes tracked the blur, but the world could not keep up. Adamus had vanished and reappeared again, too fast, too exact.
Wrath roared, turning back, fury blazing in his eyes. He came charging once more, ignoring the wreckage he had just torn through. Their clash shook the sky as Adamus met him head-on. He ducked beneath Wrath's punch, stepped inside the guard, and drove a brutal uppercut into his chin. The blow snapped Wrath's head back, reality itself shuddering at the impact.
The Sin of Rage reeled, weightless for a heartbeat, and then Adamus struck again. His awareness reached out, touching Wrath's life strings. The world bent.
Gravity inverted. Wrath's body plummeted like a star ripped from its orbit, smashing into the ground with the fury of a falling world.
Adamus didn't wait. He dove after him, a streak of emerald fire and green light, and slammed a devastating kick into Wrath's face mid-crash. The ground erupted into a crater so vast it split the horizon, shockwaves racing into the oceans and beyond.
But before he could follow through, a cold grip seized his arm.
It was Pride.
He appeared out of nowhere, moving faster than thought, Im×5. He pulled Adamus into the air and drove a powerful fist into his face. The impact rang out like a bell of war. Pride hurled him downward, and the ground exploded from the force of the landing.
Adamus barely had a second to react before beams of black energy shot from Pride's eyes. He twisted, rolled mid-air, and dodged them. Then he returned fire a blast of green-hot energy surged from his hands, striking Pride and hurling him across the sky.
But Wrath was already on him.
Wrath came crashing down from above, tackling Adamus through the air. His fists rained down in a relentless barrage, each blow heavier than the last, each strike like a world collapsing upon him.
Adamus let out a deep, guttural growl as energy erupted from his body in a violent shockwave of gold and green. Wrath was hurled backward like a ragdoll, but the battle didn't stop. Pride and Wrath came at him again, this time together. Pride's fist struck first, slamming into Adamus's jaw and staggering him. The onslaught continued, fists flashing like shadows of destruction, bursts of power igniting the air around them. Adamus fought back with everything he had, blocking, dodging, and countering, but Pride's attacks were different.
They weren't just fast they were inevitable. Every punch felt scripted by destiny itself, written into the very fabric of time. No matter how hard Adamus tried, they could not be avoided forever. He was getting hit too often, too hard.
The sky darkened as Pride rose into the air, his eyes glowing like twin voids. Raising his hands, he summoned a beam of black energy that erupted downward, pure destruction infused with gravity and death. The beam struck Adamus head-on, and the explosion shook the very foundations of space.
Adamus's body was launched like a comet, tearing through mountain ranges, rivers, clouds, and sky. He did not stop moving until he finally crashed into the city. The impact shook the metropolis to its core. Skyscrapers trembled and windows shattered for miles. Fires erupted instantly, shockwaves ripping through buildings and turning steel and glass to dust. Cars flipped violently, and chaos consumed the streets. People screamed, some running in terror, others thrown to the ground, clutching their children and praying that somehow the gods would spare them. Alarms blared as smoke filled the air, transforming the city into a war zone.
From within the rubble, Adamus stirred. He lay still for a moment, then took one breath, then another, and finally rose. Blood ran down his face, his divine energy flickering like a failing star. Yet he stood tall, his silhouette framed by fire and destruction, his golden eyes burning with undying defiance.
High above, Pride and Wrath hovered in silence, watching him. Twin figures loomed in the heavens like gods of judgment, cloaked in celestial sin. Pride's lips curled into a smirk, sharp and merciless as a blade.
"You look tired, Vajra," he said. His voice was smooth and poisonous, sliding through the air like silk. "You're sweating. Bleeding. Cracking."
He descended slowly, arms spread wide like a false messiah offering salvation. "You can't keep this up forever."
Then, with a calm cruelty, he tilted his head. "And when we're done with you…" He paused for effect, letting the weight of the words settle. "Your friends are next."
Adamus' eyes ignited with golden fire, divine and furious. "You're not killing my friends," he growled. "Or anybody."
Pride laughed.
"You really don't get it, do you?" he said, narrowing his eyes. They glowed with eerie calm.
"We're the heroes, Adamus."
He gestured to the city below to the people kneeling in awe amidst the flames and smoke. The streets were soaked in chaos, but their reverence remained, like ritual worship carved into their bones.
"These are our people," Wrath growled, stepping beside Pride. "We do as we want with them. They kneel because they remember. Because they know."
He raised a hand toward the sky, fire spiraling around his gauntlet. "And soon… we will leave our Hyperverse of Israel, and we will come to yours. To your world.
Pride leaned in, his tone a low whisper.
His eyes gleamed with dark certainty.
"We know what you're trying to do," he said. "You and your little rebellion… trying to reach the center of our hyperverse."
He laughed quietly, shaking his head.
"But we're going to beat you to it."
He floated forward, voice calm and venomous.
"Once we finish with you, we'll leave our hyperverse and step into your world."
A slow smirk spread across his face.
"And once we're there… we'll take control of your timeline. Your structure. Your fate."
He raised his hand.
"We'll bend time. Rewrite bloodlines. Erase entire families from existence like they never lived."
His head tilted, the look in his eyes equal parts curiosity and cruelty.
"I wonder what your mother looks like…"
A pause.
"Maybe I'll find her. Maybe I'll kill her in front of you."
"And make you watch her die across every timeline she's in."
Beside him, Wrath let out a deep, volcanic chuckle. Fire curled around his fists, devouring the air like a furnace preparing to breathe.
Adamus stepped forward, his jaw tight, golden eyes burning like twin stars behind the Tenshi no Me.
"To do that… you'll have to go through me."
The ground trembled beneath his feet, the cracks glowing faintly with dimensional energy.
"I'm not going to let you do that. You're not touching my world. Not my people. Not my mother. Not anyone."
He lifted his gaze, and the divine threads of life began to stir around him.
"I am a hero," he declared. "And I swear to you I will become the greatest hero that ever lived. I'll save everyone."
Adamus began to tremble, not from fear but from something older and deeper: compassion. He clenched his fists and slowed his breathing as power surged through his veins.
His Tenshi no Me flickered. Panic welled inside him at the thought: Leave the Hyperverse of Israel… to go to my home? To my planet? His breath quickened, his chest tightening with urgency.
"I will beat you down before you ever get the chance!" he roared.
Pride and Wrath only laughed. "You still don't understand."
A portal opened behind Adamus. Before he could react, Pride lunged forward. The world shifted around him.