Adam walks among cultivators.

(updated by fixing spelling and grammer. But it my not be perfect so I apologize as english isn't my strong point.)

The year is 2025; Earth is in the last phase to become peaceful. Adam stands on a great wall, looking at the destroyed army of the only nation that wouldn't get its head out of its ass. So, he had to take things into his own hands and pull it out. Six months to make the world truly one that will be at peace. No more wars, no more different ideologies fighting for power. Only the United Federation, now the human race, can look outwards to other planets. To push to greater heights. He did what he thought was right, the only thing that matters to him. Someone who stands on top of power itself, loved by power. Loved by existence itself, after all, magic is powered by existence. It is the absolute of all forms of power; everything stems from existence. People and their egos like to say their culture's power source is better. Mana is the pure source of existence, whether chakra or anything else. All others are just a water-down energy source.

As I walk this nation, I am hunting all the forces left. From temples to hidden caves, I hunted and killed. For a better future, and I am okay with people calling me a monster. To cure a sickness, sometimes, cutting out dead flesh is needed. After this, I will walk other worlds; I can always keep watch over this world. As I am the power behind the United Federations and everyone fears me, they will keep their heads down for a few hundred years. After all, no one is close to me in power; all they can hope for is another one to be born. Or someone gifted to stand against me, but I highly doubt that will happen soon. After all, I am a one-of-a-kind, someone that hasn't ever been seen before. 

I find the last place, and it looks like they are trying to open something—like a doorway to a place not of this world. They try to stop me, but I set them on fire with a basic fireball. They tried to put up a fight against it, but they were far too weak. Cultivators have never been a challenge to me. There are only two old men left.

Was it worth all this karma, Adam the absolute? You think you're some God. What makes it your right to change the world as you see fit?

What right do I have? None. I do what I think is right, even if people think I am wrong. We live our lives with our morals. Like other nations, your nation has always played it dirty behind the scenes. I was just upfront about my power grab. I don't hate any of you; it's just how I see my dream bear its fruit. 

You will pay for all the deaths.

If someone has the ability, then so be it. I won't hate them, it's the price for my choice. Only those that can't walk the path they choose and bitch about what comes after them can never call themselves strong. I will meet them head-on and honor their choice. Unlike y'all that bitch about my attack but play in Africa like your shit doesn't stink. I am just honest about my motives. Let's end this once you're gone; humanity will reach a new height.

I cast a low-level lightning bolt, killing them in the blink of an eye. They were called a golden core, but they were so weak. They died to a low-level 1-tier spell; that's why I call magic the absolute power. It's head and shoulders above anything else. I walk to what looks like a gate; I send my mana into it and find it's a gateway to another world. I seal off the area with my magic. And head back to my nation to inform them everything has been handled. And they can carry on with the following plan: the whole United Federation goes into party mode, which lasts weeks as they take over the fallen dragon nations. That is what they call it now; it only takes two days for me to bring it to its knees. Faster than any other one, after all, they have always been hubris about themselves. 

They paid the price for their ego; I ensured that their country will never be the same. After a month, I let the news out that I would be traveling around and wouldn't show myself publicly for a long time. As I always wear a mask, no one knows what I look like when I conquer nations. So, this will be like the sword on the neck for anyone who wants to rebel. People fear power; it's not something they can control. Being weak is scary as if you have no control over your life. I head back to the gate and open it without any problems. I put a teleport circle in the room and hid it so I could return it if needed. My all-knowing eye will watch the Earth and know if I need to awaken a doll to handle any problems. A doll is 25% of my normal power; more than anyone has made me use it almost three times.

I walk through the gate and into what seems to be a cave with a collapsed tunnel. I use rock melding to mold the rocks into the tunnel ceiling and walls. I walk for what seems to be ten minutes until I see the sunlight. I walk out and am greeted by two females, surrounded by fifteen men. The women are pretty damn hot; well, everyone needs a woman or a hundred. I will claim them, even if they don't want to. That's how life is; one of them sees me. But he looks unhappy, I don't know why. I can tell these cultivators aren't even gold-core once; they are weaker by two or so levels. The gold core is the 4th level out of 10; the highest cultivator I killed was the 6th level peak Nascent soul, which couldn't even handle 5% of my average body's power. I have seven stages of power.

They are normal, which covers stage one. The First seal is the seal of gravity, which multiplies my normal power by 10x. The Second seal is the seal of time, which multiplies my normal power by 100x. After that, no one has ever gotten me to that point. 

 The Cultivation levels that I know are as follows. They all have three stages within them.

Qi Condensation: Broken into the initial stage, mid-stage, and peak stage.

Foundation Establishment

Core Formation

Golden Core Formation

Nascent Soul

Immortal Ascension

There are legends of higher levels, but I don't know. Even if there is, they won't be a problem for me, as a Nascent Soul couldn't even make me try, let alone release some of my true power. At this time, the men see me and start yelling in a language that is not in my world. Not even close to the fallen dragon nation language, they get butthurt that I don't say anything and start walking over to me. Pulling out their swords, using swords, how primitive. I swirl my finger around, and they begin to laugh. The strongest is a Foundation peck, which is so weak. I cast wind blades, shooting out over 50 small blades of wind, cutting them to tiny bits and all the trees in 100 meters. Only three men are left, I walk to them, and they try to run. But I make the ground below them into liquid rock, making them unable to lift their feet and run. I use soul devour on them to learn their language and who these women are. 

I find out they are Dai Fang, a widow and the mother of the girl next to her. She is a Foundation peck level. From what I can see from the memories, this makes her pretty good. For having a child and still keeping her strength moving forward. Her daughter is Dai Ài; she is 17 and pretty gifted, already in the Foundation's initial stage. I kill the last two by burying them alive and compacting the rocks as tight as possible. The mother was scared as she couldn't tell what level I was, which is understandable. I use a better power, and people fear what they don't understand. She steps in between me and her daughter so I can give her good points. Willing to put yourself in harm's way to protect your daughter that's honorable. Even if it doesn't help. 

Thank you for saving us; I am Dai Fang. May I know your name?

I take my mask off, and they blush when seeing my face: golden blond hair cut into a shot slick back with the sides cut skintight, baby blue eyes like the sky, and white skin with no marks. I can tell they like my looks. We'll all women like my looks, that's why I wear the mask. How many women ran after me before I started wearing the mask? Almost all of them.

My name is Adam. I have no family name, as I am the first and only one like me.