Me and My Overpowered Abilities

[A/N: updates would be slow for some time. Sorry for the trouble.

By the way I would like to give a shoutout to Nathan Mcrenolds the premium channel. That really motivated me to keep going, ]

"They don't look as beautiful…" Adam muttered, puzzled by the appearance of the elf standing before him. Contrary to the tales of breathtaking beauty associated with elves, this one looked dark and sinister. Its features were sharp, but not in the elegant way he had expected. Instead, it had an unsettling, almost feral appearance. Its pointy ears and vaguely human-like features were there, but they were overshadowed by its unkempt and dirty state. Oddly enough, despite its filthy appearance, it didn't stink.

Adam's gaze shifted to the sea of elves surrounding him, all bearing similar traits. None of them lived up to the legendary image of elves as ethereal beings. These creatures seemed primitive, devoid of any concept of cleanliness or refinement.

After a moment of thought, Adam activated his genjutsu, placing every soul within the dungeon under its spell. The elves, now obedient to his will, began mining the mana crystals scattered throughout the dungeon. With nearly a million of them working tirelessly, it didn't take long for Adam to amass a staggering pile of crystals. By the time they finished, the haul was worth approximately 1.5 billion dollars.

Satisfied, Adam gave his next command. The countless elves, still under his control, turned their weapons on themselves, executing his order without hesitation. As their lifeless bodies hit the ground, their monster cores spilled out in abundance. Adam collected the cores, estimating their worth to be around 1.3 billion dollars.

But the dungeon wasn't finished with him yet. The ground beneath his feet trembled violently, and Adam looked up to see the dungeon boss and its sub-bosses making their grand entrance in the middle of the forest. The air grew heavy with their ominous presence as they prepared to confront him.

Storing the monster cores and mana crystals into his Gate of Babylon, Adam teleported directly before the dungeon bosses. Ignoring the three sub-bosses entirely, his eyes settled on the dungeon boss—a towering, red-haired elf wielding an oversized sword. Its aura was oppressive, but Adam regarded it with cold indifference.

He pulled back his fist and punched forward lightly. It was a simple punch, delivered from several meters away. Surely, such a casual strike couldn't cause much harm. Right?

Wrong.

The dungeon space shattered under the weight of his seemingly insignificant punch. Spacetime itself cracked like fragile glass, revealing the void beneath. The dungeon bosses' faces drained of color as they felt the overwhelming power of the strike. Their terror was short-lived, as the entire dungeon crumbled into nothingness, taking everything within it. The destruction was absolute, obliterating all but Adam, who stood unharmed amidst the chaos. He alone was strong enough to endure the collapse and remain intact as the dungeon forcefully ejected him back to Earth.

"It was 90 times stronger than the E-rank dungeon boss," Adam muttered to himself, reflecting on the dungeon boss's strength—or rather, the devastation it could have caused. But this wasn't a comparison of raw power levels. Adam thought about it in simpler terms: if one could destroy a single city block, while another could demolish ninety, the latter was ninety times stronger in destructive capacity. And yet, despite such immense strength, the dungeon boss had been reduced to nothing before Adam's casual punch.

***

Days turned into weeks, and weeks soon became a month. It had been one month since the appearance of the D-grade dungeons, and despite the passage of time, the world was woefully unprepared to deal with the overwhelming challenge they posed. The fastest recorded time to clear just one dungeon was nine days—a staggering duration that highlighted the difficulty of these dungeons. Fortunately, time moved differently within the dungeons: one day inside equated to only half a day in the outside world. While this alleviated some of the pressure, it didn't solve the larger issue.

The real problem lay in the death toll. Thousands of people perished trying to clear these dungeons. The bosses were simply too powerful. At 90 times stronger than their E-rank counterparts, they were an insurmountable challenge for many. To put it into perspective, an E-rank dungeon boss could destroy a single city block. By comparison, a D-rank dungeon boss had the power to annihilate dozens of city blocks. Add in their complex skills and abilities, and it became clear why so many were losing their lives.

Despite the grim odds, people were adapting and growing stronger. Notable figures began to emerge. Among them was Michael, whose versatility earned him the title of Jack of All Trades. A healer, tank, attacker, and supporter all in one, he quickly gained renown for his ability to fill any role in a team. Another rising figure was Jacob, whose unparalleled mastery over the element of fire left his enemies in awe.

But these were just individuals in Adam's immediate orbit. If Adam cared to pay attention, he would have noticed another notable figure making waves in the wider world: Mark, now known as The Tranquil Knight. His Job Class had evolved, transforming him into a legend among his peers. Those who fought alongside him in the dungeons described him as the calmest and most composed individual they had ever encountered, a trait that earned him immense respect.

Everyone was busy, leaving Adam to focus on clearing all the F and E-grade dungeons by himself. He didn't mind. Clearing these dungeons brought him immense profit, more than $3 billion a day. With the use of more clones, Adam efficiently targeted even more dungeons, maximizing his earnings.

By now, Adam was no longer being bullied. The entire college had come to know him as the lone dungeon clearer. His reputation made people avoid him entirely. Even though Blessing had stopped attending college, Adam remained unbothered. The past few months had been calm, and productive... until the day came for Blessing to give birth.

"Adam, if you're not in the delivery room, I swear I won't speak to you for a month. I will not go through this alone, and our child deserves to have both parents present on the day of its birth!" Blessing's voicemail echoed sternly. Her tone was sharper than Adam had ever heard. He ignored it and turned his attention back to Sam.

"It's going well," Sam said, continuing his report. "Thanks to the investments and your position as the richest person alive, you should own DC, Marvel, Disney, and several other companies by the end of the month. Shocking, right? The earthquake truly tanked their value, but it's only a matter of time before they return to their former glory—probably once the world stabilizes."

Adam nodded absently, barely acknowledging the information. Sam glanced at Adam's phone and hesitated before continuing.

"...I was going to have you meet with some manga studios next, but..." Sam's voice trailed off as he gestured toward the phone.

"This is more important," Adam said blankly, cutting Sam off. Sam sighed but wisely kept his thoughts to himself. He knew Adam was young, and the responsibilities piling on his shoulders were immense. Still, Sam couldn't help but offer a word of caution, knowing the importance of certain moments in life.

Meanwhile, Blessing, who was about to go into labor, kept glancing at the door, waiting for Adam to walk in. But he didn't. Of course, he wouldn't. Adam had already seen Blessing's future and knew she could give birth without complications. In his mind, there was no reason for him to be there.

Blessing gritted her teeth in frustration, but after a moment, she sighed in disappointment. She knew Adam too well. He didn't understand the concept of emotional support, didn't grasp that she just wanted him there—not because she needed him to do anything but because his presence would have helped calm her fears. She was scared. She just wanted to hold his hand through this.

Taking a deep breath, Blessing closed her eyes, trying to steady her nerves. She braced herself for the pain she was about to endure. When she felt composed enough, she opened her eyes, only to pause in confusion.

The world around her seemed... off. The room was darker than it should have been. She looked around, her heart pounding, and noticed that the nurses and doctors were all frozen in place. Time itself appeared to have stopped.

Then, without warning, a system notification appeared before her eyes.

[The system has detected that the host is about to give birth to an outsider... The gods have stepped forward to judge this.]

Blessing stared at the notification in shock and confusion, her mind racing to understand what was happening. Before she could even process the first message, another notification popped up.

[Zeus: What manner of blasphemy is this? How doth this mortal carry the seed of an outsider? Was it not decreed that such beings should only breach our realm through the dungeons?]

[Odin: Why dost thou question us, O Thunderer? Hath not thy queen dominion over childbirth? Should she not have foreseen this transgression?]

[Ra: Silence, ye bickering fools! This is no time for petty quarrels. An outsider doth prepare to enter our world through unnatural means. This bodes ill for all.]

[Frigg: Verily, I sense the child within her womb... Aye, its potential is beyond measure. Hera, why dost thou sit in silence? Speak thy mind!]

[Hera: I have cast mine eyes across the multiverse... This girl is not alone. Other mortals have also been seeded by outsiders, yet the method eludes mine understanding. As for this child, its talent doth shine brighter than any mortal flame.]

[Zeus: Brighter? What dost thou mean? Speak plainly, woman.]

[Hera: The child's gift is unfathomable. I struggle to find words to describe it, but know this—it could herald the doom of all who bear the mantle of godhood.]

[Odin: If such peril lies within, then prudence demands we act swiftly. Let this abomination be slain before its first breath is drawn. Better we study another of these births than allow this one to grow and wreak havoc. We must act without alerting the outsiders to our suspicions.]

[Hestia: Aye, I understand thy logic, but to smite the babe is to slay the mother also. Look upon her, brothers—she is naught but an unwitting pawn. Doth she deserve such a cruel fate?]

[Odin: Foolish girl, thou seest naught but the surface! Canst thou not perceive the greater tapestry? The enemy hath made its move, and thou wouldst risk the fate of all for the sake of one mortal life? Nay, we cannot falter in this moment of peril.]

Blessing watched frozen, her body trembling as she listened to the gods argue amongst themselves. Her heart raced, each word they spoke filling her with mounting dread. Some of them wanted to wait until the child was born to eliminate it, while others argued for killing her and the child now to prevent any complications. She could barely process what they were saying; all she knew was that she and her baby were in unimaginable danger.

Tears began streaming down her face. She tried to keep calm, but the fear overwhelmed her. Her hands instinctively cradled her stomach as if that could somehow shield her child from the divine forces plotting against them.

'Adam,' she thought desperately. She had never wanted him more by her side than she did at this moment. Some deep instinct told her that if Adam were here, he'd find a way to make everything okay. She just wished he would come. She needed him. Now more than ever.

Meanwhile, Adam stepped out of his car and gazed up at the hospital. He glanced down at his phone, checking the time. According to what he had foreseen from the future, Blessing was set to give birth in exactly five minutes. His timing was impeccable.

The only reason he had bothered to come at all was thanks to Sam, who had taken the time to explain why Blessing wanted him there. Sam had pointed out that it wasn't about anything practical, it was emotional support. That explanation had been enough to convince Adam to set aside his irritation and make an appearance, albeit reluctantly.

Still, Adam found the entire ordeal annoying. If it weren't for the baby, he'd much rather be back at the meeting he had put off. Dealing with Blessing was something he only tolerated when absolutely necessary, and this fell squarely into that category.

He let out a sigh, crushed his cigarette underfoot, and made his way toward the hospital entrance. His expression was as blank as ever as he headed toward the delivery room, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of getting this over with as quickly as possible.