"Daddy..." A whisper left her lips as he watched her get ripped from limb to limb while he could do nothing but scream.
When her head was lost in the maw of the beast, Adam’s eyes snapped open. The last words of his daughter haunted him; he could almost see her with missing limbs, dangling like a doll in that sadistic beast’s claws as she whispered those words.
"Daddy..."
He had one job, one job, yet he failed. Adam began hyperventilating as his entire body trembled. His head and hands shook so much he could barely control them.
Adam looked at his trembling hands and reached out for the staff pinned to the ground. The moment he grabbed it, the trembling stopped.
With a soft grunt, Adam sat up and looked around. He wasn’t just lying on corpses; several kilometres all around him were the corpses of Warrior Ants, Soldier Ants, and Worker Ants, all gigantic, over a thousand feet tall, but that didn’t save them from being torn apart by his staff.
Ant hills three times bigger than the tallest building on earth were scorched black and broken apart; all around Adam reeked of the stench of death.
He was the man that had populated the Afterlife world; he had become the Ruination itself, not just to mature worlds but to as many as his feet touched.
A white gate appeared before him, and he walked through it. Adam stood before the mana tree and a fruit fell from above; it was different from other fruits.
A galaxy was within this fruit, gleaming with countless stars. Adam tossed it to the Monkey King, who popped up from a diagram, grabbed the fruit, and began to munch on it.
Adam’s twisted nature had also affected his once golden Monkey King. Now it had black fur with crimson lines and cracks, holding a staff that wasn’t golden anymore but black with crimson markings.
Only his headband and his eyes remained golden. The terrifying aura this summon released could paralyze Titled gods, making them seem like mana-less beings.
Right now, the Monkey King had one of the top-ranking flames, Core Hellfire, which he sucked into himself after defeating the Hell Demon and destroying hell.
Twisted or not, Adam was growing. He was a hero broken before his journey even started, a man stuck reliving one scene and had descended into madness, sealing off every door of healing.
Adam looked at the mana tree. "Maybe you can’t be killed, but so what? I’ll eradicate whatever isn’t human; I’ll ruin you that way." He whispered as a white gate appeared behind him.
Adam knew when he first appeared here. It was over a century ago, after he watched his wife and daughter get brutally killed and eaten. When it was his turn, he found himself here.
Something spoke to him, a voice from the depth of his heart asking if he wanted anything, anything at all, to take vengeance, what would it be.
Wishing for their death didn’t work, and so he remembered his daughter’s favourite icon... the eastern myth. A being without equal.
It was absurd, but with that he could quench his thirst, and Adam said it. He mentioned summoning; he was the reason Earth’s mana system was summoning.
He was the origin of earth’s summoners, and his summon was the most absurd of them all. A myth made real.
Wiping out all the monsters on earth couldn’t satisfy him; his trauma didn’t end, not until everyone or whatever isn’t human dies.

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