The Omnipotent System

Adams paused, a smile spreading across his face as he turned to the rest of the group. "Well, this is where we say our goodbyes for now," he said, his tone light yet serious. "It seems Mabel has something important to discuss with me."

The girls nodded in understanding, offering a few parting words before departing, leaving Adams and Mabel alone.

"What is it that requires my attention, love?" Adams asked, wrapping his arms around Mabel's waist. She struggled playfully against his embrace, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"I know you're aware that El is sending his son Gael and two of the commandments to the Divine Plane," Mabel began, her tone serious as she gazed into the horizon. "So, my question is, what are you going to do about the situation?"

She paused, her eyes seeming to peer into the very fabric of space and time, searching the unknown. "And remember, we still have another matter that requires your attention—the false inheritance."

Adams followed her gaze, sensing the tension in the air. Both of them knew that someone was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Well, John knows what to do about El, and as for that fool hiding and waiting for the right moment to resurrect his beloved, I will handle it when the time comes. There's nothing to worry about," Adams reassured her, his voice calm and confident.

He gently turned Mabel to face him, his hands sliding from her waist to cup her face. His eyes locked onto hers, conveying a depth of love and certainty. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat.

The kiss started soft and delicate, a gentle caress that spoke of unspoken promises and unwavering devotion. As their lips met, a warmth spread through Mabel, melting away any lingering doubts or fears. Adams deepened the kiss, his lips molding perfectly against hers, creating a connection that felt timeless.

Mabel responded, her hands moving to rest on his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart. The kiss grew more passionate, each movement of their lips in perfect harmony, as if they were two parts of a whole coming together. It was a kiss that transcended mere physical connection, a merging of souls that left them both breathless.

When they finally parted, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the shared space between them. Adams' eyes held a promise, one that Mabel knew he would keep, no matter the challenges ahead.

"Alright, you do you. I know what you are capable of. I was just worried about the future, that's all," Mabel said, turning around to leave. She paused for a moment, glancing back at Adams. "Actually, I'll be heading to the Lovigary Empire. I want to see my family; it's been so long since I've visited them, you know."

Adams nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Of course, Mabel. Your family is important. Take all the time you need."

Mabel smiled, appreciating his support. "Thank you, Adams. I'll be back soon. Try not to cause too much chaos while I'm gone," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Adams chuckled, his laughter warm and reassuring. "No promises, love, after all I am Chaos himself."

As Mabel turned to leave, Adams watched her, a mixture of love and admiration in his gaze. She walked with a confident grace, her strength evident in every step. She had always been a pillar of strength, and he knew her family would be thrilled to see her.

Seeing that he was alone, Adams raised his hands and looked at the space in front of him. With a casual motion, he effortlessly tore through the fabric of reality and stepped inside.

The turbulent and violent void immediately calmed the moment Adams entered it. He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes, and with a snap of his fingers, a massive throne materialized behind him, radiating immense power.

Adams sat on the throne, exuding an aura of calm authority. A piece of paper and a drawing pencil appeared in his hands. "Well," he mused, "since this will be a gift for my wives, it's best I craft it with my own hands. That way, they can truly feel the love I have for them."

He began to sketch, his mind focused on creating something beautiful and meaningful. Each stroke of the pencil was precise and deliberate, reflecting the deep affection and care he felt for his wives. The void around him seemed to hum with energy, resonating with his intent.

After a few moments of focused sketching, Adams completed his drawing. What emerged was a ring—yet not just any ring. Even in its preliminary sketch form, it radiated a profound and abundant aura.

"This should do," Adams said, satisfied. He then pondered for a moment. "And how many wives do I intend to have? Right, twelve. Well then, time to get to work."

As Adams stood from his throne, his attire transformed seamlessly. The regal robes gave way to the rugged garments of a blacksmith. A powerful hammer materialized in his hand, and a massive anvil appeared before him, settling with a resonant thud.

A system panel flickered into view in front of him, displaying:

**Divine Blacksmithing**: Mastery of forging artifacts and weapons of immense power.

Adams regarded the panel with a satisfied nod. With a wave of his hand, the sketch of the ring floated into the air above the anvil, ready to be transformed from mere design into a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship.

"Jarvis, bring me the materials needed to craft the rings," Adams instructed, addressing Jarvis whom he had not called upon in some time.

**[Ah, now I'm remembered]** Jarvis responded with a hint of dry humor in its tone.

"Come on, you know I always remember you, but with everything going on, I just didn't have the chance to talk to you, my favorite system," Adams said, his tone coaxing and a smile playing on his lips.

**[Oh, you think that charming tone and those fake smiles will work on me? Not a chance.]** Jarvis replied, unyielding.

Adams sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win Jarvis over easily. "Fine, fine. Just bring out the materials I need for the rings, and I promise to give you my full attention once I'm done with this. Deal?"

**[Who needs your undivided attention? Just get on with it.]** Jarvis retorted as a system panel appeared before Adams, displaying an array of materials. Below them, a prompt read: "Confirm Payment."

Adams looked at the system panel, a slight smirk on his face. He pressed the "Confirm Payment" button with a decisive tap. Instantly, a cascade of materials appeared before him, their forms glowing with an ethereal light that hinted at their immense power. Precious metals, rare gems, and enchanted ores materialized, each item exuding an aura of divine energy.

The materials settled in a neat array around the anvil. Adams surveyed them with a critical eye, taking in the shimmering silvers, the deep blues of enchanted sapphires, and the fiery reds of celestial rubies. Each piece was chosen for its unique properties, ensuring that the rings he crafted would be not only beautiful but also imbued with powerful magic.

With a practiced motion, Adams picked up the hammer. As he raised it, the weight seemed almost insignificant in his hands, the hammer itself pulsating with a gentle hum of energy. He placed the first piece of metal on the anvil, the metal already starting to glow as it reacted to his presence.

Adams began to forge. Each strike of the hammer was measured and deliberate, sending ripples of energy through the metal. Sparks flew, dancing in the void like miniature stars, and the metal began to take shape under his skilled hands. The rhythm of his work was steady, his movements fluid as he shaped the ring, imbuing it with intricate designs that seemed to come alive with each hammer blow.

The gemstones were set with equal care. Adams delicately placed each gem into its setting, ensuring that they aligned perfectly with the ring's design. The gems' light merged seamlessly with the metal, creating a harmonious glow that spoke of both elegance and power.

As the crafting progressed, the void around Adams seemed to resonate with the creation of each ring. The air crackled with a palpable sense of anticipation, the materials responding to his touch and the divine craftsmanship transforming them into exquisite pieces.

"I'm done," Adams said, surveying his work with a satisfied nod. He glanced at the rings floating before him, each one a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. "These five are for Mabel, Enigma, Lilith, Inara, and Akira."

He picked up the five rings, carefully placing them away in a hidden compartment with a wave of his hand. "As for the remaining seven, I'll keep one for myself. The other six will find their way to their respective masters."

With a final look at the last ring, a soft smile touched his lips. "Maureen, I'm coming. Just hold on a little longer."

As he finished speaking, the last ring disappeared from view, leaving Adams alone with his thoughts.