When Adam saw the amount of Existence he had accumulated, a wide smile spread across his face.
They may be foul creatures, but they make for good lackeys.
The Existence he had gathered didn't come only from his own hands. It included the steady stream harvested from the thirty monsters he constantly sent into the tide, replacing them the moment one died. A seamless cycle of destruction and gain.
Now it was more than enough to do what he had been waiting for.
Manifest his own martial spirit.
The numbers continued to tick upward before his eyes.
[Existence: 745]
[Existence: 750]
[Existence: 805]
Even as he stood there, Existence kept flowing in.
Then…
[Existence: 839]
It stopped.
Adam felt it instantly, the mental threads he had on the monsters snapped one after another. The connection to his controlled monsters vanished, a clear sign that they had all been wiped out.
He lifted his gaze.
