"The chaos particles are intensifying."
John could keenly sense the changes in this world.
This was creation from nothing on a massive scale.
As an alchemist and a great wielder of ancient magic, he was very familiar with it.
His pupils narrowed into vertical slits as his gaze sought out the chaos particles filling the air.
"Words become law, dreams become reality."
He reached out and caught a wisp.
Chaos particles wound around his fingertips. John murmured to himself, "What extraordinary fate."
Surtur had been defeated by both Odin and Thor of Asgard.
Yet with fate on his side, he could destroy all of Asgard single-handedly.
The wonders of fate went far beyond that.
A child who had never encountered magic could gain powers like those of a creator upon reaching the age favored by fate.
Chaos particles represented infinite possibilities.
They created things out of nothing, whether those things existed or not, as though it were only natural.
"Automatically filling in the gaps in history, like the Reality Stone."
The sheer number of chaos particles that had appeared overnight prompted John to seek out Adam.
At that moment, Adam was engrossed in those so-called witch magazines.
Children loved fantastical worlds.
He was like a blank sheet of paper, easily colored by outside influences.
John knocked on the door of Adam's house. His father was an honest, easygoing man.
"Mr. Wick." Adam's father was also curious about this gentleman with his peculiar behavior.
John nodded slightly and said, "I'm looking for Adam."
"Then your timing isn't very good," Adam's father said. "He's gone out with his friends."
"I think I know where he is." John stopped as he was about to leave and asked, "If your son were responsible for destroying the world, would you still love him?"
"My son?"