The Omnipotent System

Adams rested his elbow on the armrest of his throne, his fingers tapping rhythmically as he waited for an answer. The silence among the gods stretched, each one hesitant to be the first to speak. Finally, Odin, his single eye glowing with wisdom and weariness, broke the stillness.

"The truth," Odin began, his voice deep and measured, "is that we do not fully understand the nature of what we face. Primordial Oblivion is not just a being—it is a concept, an entity that embodies the end of all things. It predates us, predates creation itself. We gods, for all our power, are creations of the very universe it seeks to unmake."

Adams tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "So, you're scared."

Ra bristled, his glowing aura flaring slightly. "We are not afraid. We are—"

"—desperate," Loki interrupted, his tone amused but his words cutting. "Let's not dance around it. We've tried everything else. We've pooled our power, scoured ancient knowledge, even waged wars to stave off its influence. None of it worked. So yes, Adams, you're our last gamble."

Adams smirked, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Flattering. But you still haven't answered my question. What's in it for me?"

Amaterasu's calm voice interjected, soothing yet firm. "If you help us, we will owe you. All of us. Whatever you desire—knowledge, power, alliances—you will have it."

Adams chuckled softly. "A tempting offer. But you assume I need anything from you."

Nyx, silent until now, spoke up, her voice like a whisper in the dark. "Then perhaps it is not about need but opportunity. Standing against something as ancient as Primordial Oblivion would test even you, Adams. You thrive on challenges, do you not?"

Adams leaned forward, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You've done your homework, Nyx."

She inclined her head slightly, her expression unreadable.

Adams turned his gaze to Loki, who was watching the exchange with undisguised amusement. "And you, trickster? What's your angle?"

Loki spread his arms in mock innocence. "Me? I just enjoy the chaos of it all. Besides," he added with a sly grin, "I'd hate to miss the show."

Adams chuckled, his laughter low and resonant. "Well, at least you're honest about it."

He rose from his throne, the room seeming to darken as his presence expanded. The gods tensed, their gazes fixed on him as he walked toward the center of the table.

"Seven days ago, I received your invitation," Adams said, his voice carrying effortlessly. "I came because I was curious. But now, I see why you summoned me."

He glanced around the room, meeting each god's gaze in turn. "You're not asking for help. You're asking for salvation."

Zeus stood, his expression stern. "We are asking for your power, Adams. Nothing more, nothing less."

Adams stopped, his gaze locking with Zeus's. The air between them crackled with tension. Then, Adams smiled—a small, knowing smile that carried both amusement and authority.

"Very well," he said, his tone calm but firm. "I'll play your game. But remember this—I don't follow your rules. If I'm to face Primordial Oblivion, I'll do it my way."

The gods exchanged glances, a mix of relief and unease washing over the room. Loki leaned back in his throne, his grin widening. "Now this," he said, "is going to be fun."

Adams turned, his black-and-gold attire shimmering as he made his way back to his throne. As he sat, his voice echoed through the gathering.

"So, when do we start?"

Loki clapped his hands together, the sound breaking the uneasy silence in the room. All eyes turned to him as he leaned forward, his grin mischievous.

"I've got a suggestion," he said, his tone light, as though they were discussing a party rather than the end of existence.

The gods exchanged wary glances, unsure what Loki was about to propose.

"Why don't we make Adams one of us?" Loki said, his grin widening.

The room fell silent again, but this time the air grew heavy. Ra frowned, his golden eyes narrowing. "What do you mean, Loki?"

"Exactly what I said," Loki replied, leaning back in his seat. "We're all sitting here, powerless to stop Oblivion on our own, but Adams? He's already proven he's on a different level. So why not make it official? Bring him into our ranks."

Zeus's jaw tightened. "You can't just invite someone like Adams to join the gods as if it's a club."

"Why not?" Loki shot back, shrugging. "We're already begging him for help. Let's make it worth his while."

Adams raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the turn of the conversation. He rested his chin on his hand, watching as the gods bickered.

Amaterasu spoke up, her voice calm but firm. "This is not a decision to take lightly. Becoming one of us isn't just about power—it's about balance, responsibility."

"Responsibility," Loki echoed, smirking. "Right, because we've all been so responsible."

Thor, who had been silent until now, crossed his arms. "Loki, this is not a joke. Joining the pantheon comes with rules and expectations."

Loki laughed. "Rules? For Adams? Come on, Thor. If anyone can break them and still come out on top, it's him."

Adams chuckled, finally speaking up. "This is turning out to be more fun than I expected."

Nyx, her voice soft and thoughtful, broke through the noise. "It is an interesting idea. If Adams were to join us, it would shift the balance of power—not just against Oblivion, but among ourselves."

Odin nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "That may not be a bad thing. Oblivion threatens us all. We need unity now more than ever."

Ra's aura flared slightly, his frustration clear. "Unity is one thing. Changing the very fabric of our pantheon is another."

Loki leaned forward, his grin never fading. "Think about it. With Adams on our side—not as an outsider, but as one of us—we'd have a real chance. And honestly," he added, glancing at Adams, "I'd love to see how you'd shake things up."

Adams smirked, leaning back in his throne. "So, you're saying I'd get a seat at the table? Equal to all of you?"

Loki shrugged. "Or better, depending on how things go."

The room buzzed with tension as the gods waited for Adams's response. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, his expression unreadable.

"Interesting proposal," he finally said. "But if I'm in, we do things my way. No strings, no oaths, no nonsense."

Zeus scowled. "That's not how it works."

"Then I'm out," Adams replied simply, standing as if ready to leave.

"Wait," Odin said, raising a hand. His gaze met Adams's, steady and serious. "If you're willing to join us, we'll make it work. On your terms."

Adams paused, a small smile playing on his lips. "Now that's more like it."

Loki leaned back, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "Well, this just got a lot more interesting."