I am the creator of New Life on the Earth
Chapter 123: The End of Hanabi

Chapter 123: The End of Hanabi

The soft glow of the room lent an ethereal quality to the conversation unfolding between Adam, Ani, Yami, and the small spirits, Sona and Tayo.

Ani’s gaze lingered on Sona, her blue eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and wonder as the tiny psychic spirit floated effortlessly before her.

Sona’s radiant smile was infectious as she responded to Ani’s earlier question.

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"Does Adam bother you?" Ani asked gently, her tone laced with genuine concern.

Sona giggled, the sound light and musical. "No, not at all! He only bothers me when he talks about you."

Ani’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at the comment.

She looked away briefly, trying to regain her composure. The heat rising to her face was undeniable, and she fiddled with a strand of her white hair nervously.

Adam, standing nearby, waved his hand dismissively and interjected. "No, no, she’s lying. Don’t listen to her."

Sona twirled mid-air, crossing her arms in mock defiance. "I am not lying, Lord Adam! You always think about her."

Ani’s blush deepened, but her sister, Yami, decided to steer the conversation to more neutral ground.

"Did you create these two, Adam?" she asked, her gaze shifting from Sona to the serene Tayo perched on Adam’s left hand.

Adam’s expression softened as he turned to Yami. "Yes, I did. But it’s not just them. I’ve created many more species."

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Yami raised a skeptical eyebrow, clearly intrigued. Ani, on the other hand, leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "What kinds of species have you created?"

Adam paused briefly before responding, his voice steady and thoughtful. "So far, I’ve created three distinct types of species."

Ani’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she clasped her hands together. "Can you tell me what they are?"

Adam nodded and began explaining, his tone carrying a hint of pride. "The first is a world of Evolved Artificial Intelligence."

The sisters exchanged astonished glances, and Ani tilted her head, her hair shimmering in the light. "Artificial Intelligence? Are they... here in this world?"

Adam shook his head. "No. I sent them to their own dimension so they could grow their population without interference."

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Yami’s jaw dropped slightly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around Tayo. "They have their own dimension? You created that for them?"

Adam nodded once more, his expression calm yet resolute. "Yes. Initially, they didn’t have one, but I crafted a separate dimensional plane for them. If they remained here, humans would inevitably discover their existence. It was only a matter of time."

Ani’s face lit up with admiration, a smile gracing her lips as she nodded. "That makes sense. You were protecting them."

Her thoughts, however, wandered briefly as she recalled the day she had first encountered Adam’s creations. There was something uniquely captivating about the world he had crafted.

Snapping out of her reverie, Ani turned to Adam with a curious expression. "But then, how did you manage to get out of the mall so quickly that day?"

Adam smirked faintly, glancing at Sona. "That was thanks to Sona. She has a skill called Teleportation, which I also inherited since I created her."

Yami, unable to contain her surprise, stepped closer to Adam. "You can teleport? I knew there was something unusual about you!"

Adam chuckled softly, his hands resting casually by his sides. "Yes, but I can’t teleport very far. And if I try to teleport to a place I’ve never seen, the destination is random. It’s not without its risks."

Ani nodded thoughtfully, absorbing this information. Her curiosity about Adam’s powers and creations only deepened with every word.

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"What about the second species?" Ani asked, her voice tinged with eagerness.

Adam gestured toward Sona, who was still sitting gracefully in Ani’s hand. "The second species is Psychic Spirits. Sona was the first of her kind."

At this, Sona stood on Ani’s palm, saluted smartly, and announced with a cheerful grin, "My name is Sona, a primordial being!"

Ani laughed softly, her earlier shyness giving way to genuine amusement. Adam continued, his tone steady and reflective. "I’ve sent the rest of the psychic spirits to their dimension as well."

Ani’s eyes widened slightly. The thought of another dimensional plane specifically crafted for these spirits fascinated her.

However, she hesitated to voice her desire to see it, not wanting Adam to think she was demanding too much.

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Adam’s attention shifted to Tayo, who was resting quietly in Yami’s hands. He gestured toward the small, sunlit figure. "The last species I created are Sun Spirits. Tayo here is one of them."

Tayo lowered her head respectfully, her luminous form radiating warmth as she acknowledged her creator. Adam’s voice grew quieter as he added, "Tayo species was my final creation. After her, I haven’t created any other species."

Yami observed Tayo intently, her fingers brushing over the sun spirit’s delicate form. "So Tayo doesn’t have a dimensional plane of her own?" she asked.

Adam opened his mouth to reply, but Tayo suddenly flew out of Yami’s grasp and hovered beside Adam. "No," Tayo declared firmly, her voice small yet resolute. "I do not want to live in another dimensional plane. I will always stay with Lord Adam."

Adam looked at her with a mixture of surprise and warmth, his hand instinctively moving to shield her from the sudden gust of wind that swept through the room.

Ani and Yami exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting the same awe that Adam felt.

As the room settled into a serene silence, Adam exhaled deeply, the weight of his creations and their loyalty pressing gently against his chest.

For a moment, he simply stood there, lost in thought as the sisters looked on, each contemplating the extraordinary world he had built.

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The scene shifts back to the vampire lord Hanabi, still standing amidst the wreckage of the building where Tayo and Sona had fought moments ago.

The air reeked of burnt wood and blood, and shattered glass littered the floor like jagged stars. Hanabi surveyed the aftermath with an expression of incredulity.

For the first time, Tayo had slain vampires instead of converting them back into humans.

The precision and brutality of the slaughter shook him, leaving a deep impression that bordered on fear.

Hanabi’s crimson eyes narrowed as he knelt beside a broken diamond-encrusted staff, a weapon belonging to one of his elite generals. He placed a hand on the shattered remains, his expression hardening into a mixture of regret and anger.

"I failed you," he murmured, his deep voice laced with guilt. "I underestimated my enemies... and you paid the price."

Hanabi’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before he rose, his black cloak billowing as he turned to leave. But just as he moved, he froze mid-step. A faint sound—like the crackle of burning paper—caught his attention.

The source was a man stepping out from the shadows, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

He looked out of place in this ruined setting—a middle-aged figure in a rumpled coat, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His presence was jarring, his nonchalance unsettling.

Hanabi’s sharp instincts flared. *How did he get so close without me noticing?* The vampire lord whirled to face him, his claws instinctively extending.

"Who are you?" Hanabi demanded, his voice echoing across the ruined hall.

The man exhaled a plume of smoke, his sharp eyes glinting beneath a veil of indifference. "What’s the point of introducing myself to a dead man?"

The words, calm and cutting, sent a chill down Hanabi’s spine. He clenched his fists, his sharpened nails digging into his palms as his anger surged.

"You dare mock me in my domain?" Hanabi growled, his voice dripping with malice. "You’ll regret those words."

Before Hanabi could strike, the man vanished. It wasn’t teleportation; it was faster, more seamless.

In an instant, he appeared directly behind Hanabi, their backs almost touching. The sudden proximity sent a wave of alarm through the vampire lord’s finely tuned senses.

"Comfortable, isn’t it?" the man’s voice came, low and almost mocking. "Meeting someone more powerful than you?"

Hanabi stiffened, his instincts screaming at him to escape. *Run!* a voice in his mind urged, but his pride and fury held him rooted in place. Gritting his teeth, he extended his claws, slashing backward with lightning speed.

But there was nothing.

The man had already moved again, this time perched on a nearby wall, casually smoking his cigarette as if the confrontation was an afterthought.

Hanabi snarled in frustration, his patience snapping. "You think speed alone will defeat me? I’ll tear you apart, you arrogant fool!"

The man, unfazed, flicked the burnt-out cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot. He exhaled one final puff of smoke, then spoke, his tone colder than before.

"Your time is up."

In one fluid motion, he unsheathed a sword from his side. The blade gleamed unnaturally, its edge sharp enough to cut through the air itself. As he swung it, the weapon seemed to ripple, leaving faint arcs of energy in its wake.

Hanabi leapt back, his senses screaming as he watched the blade’s motion. He expected an attack—but no strike came. Confusion flickered across his face as he realized the sword hadn’t even touched him.

"Your toy failed," Hanabi sneered, his confidence returning.

The man smirked, his voice laced with quiet menace. "Look down."

Hanabi’s gaze dropped instinctively. His crimson eyes widened in horror as he saw his body—split into four clean sections. The realization hit like a thunderclap. His torso, legs, and arms had been severed with such precision that he hadn’t even felt it.

"No..."

The finality of his fate sank in as pain erupted from every nerve. His regeneration ability, the one that had saved him countless times, failed to activate. The crystal embedded in his chest—a core that powered his immortality—lay shattered among the debris.

Hanabi gasped, his voice choked with disbelief. "Impossible..."

The man watched without a hint of sympathy as Hanabi’s body collapsed into lifeless pieces. Blood pooled on the floor, gleaming under the faint light of a flickering bulb.

From the remnants of Hanabi’s chest, a small red gem emerged, glowing faintly. The man stepped forward, his boots splashing softly in the blood. He crouched, picking up the gem between his fingers and examining it with mild interest.

"With this, the total has now become 12," he murmured, slipping it into his pocket.

Straightening, he sheathed his sword and began to walk away. His boots echoed against the cold, bloodstained floor.

As he disappeared into the darkness, his voice could be heard faintly, humming a haunting tune.

The room fell silent, the aftermath of Hanabi’s defeat a stark reminder of the man’s overwhelming power.

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