The Omnipotent System

"Hey, can't you see that he's dying and can't speak properly?" she snapped, her voice sharp and desperate. "You should heal him first or take him to a healer or an alchemist to treat him." Her words were clipped, each one a plea wrapped in anger, her desperation leaking through despite her best efforts to keep it in check.

Adams chuckled at her outburst, his eyes never leaving the young man lying on the ground. The woman's irritation was palpable, but he seemed unfazed, his focus entirely on the man who was hovering on the brink of death.

"Come on," Adams said, his tone almost playful, "you can say it through your mind; I can hear you perfectly."

His words left the woman momentarily stunned, her anger giving way to confusion. She exchanged a bewildered glance with her brother, who looked equally perplexed. Was this man truly human? Did he possess some arcane artifact that allowed him to hear their thoughts? In their homeland, even among the most skilled practitioners of magic, such a power was unheard of.

Adams continued, glancing at his wrist as if checking an invisible watch. "You don't have much time, so if I were you, I would just accept the deal and be done with it." His nonchalance grated on her nerves, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation.

The woman took a deep breath, trying to suppress her irritation. "He won't accept the deal," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "At least not until he knows what he's signing up for. So if you can help him, please do before he dies.

Then you can discuss your terms, and if he doesn't agree, I will personally repay you for your service." She bowed her head, her voice trembling with sincerity and desperation.

Adams threw his head back and laughed, a hearty, booming sound that echoed across the clearing. His amusement seemed almost out of place amidst the grim scene. "I have no problem with him dying," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Even if he has been dead for a thousand years, if I want to make a deal with him, I will be able to do so. But it is just a hassle when I can just do this."

With that, Adams extended his hand, and a warm green glow emanated from his palm, bathing the scene in an ethereal light. The woman watched, her breath catching in her throat, as the glow enveloped her brother. She could feel a tingling warmth spreading through the air, a sensation that seemed to resonate deep within her soul.

Her brother's eyes widened in disbelief, the pain in his chest easing as the glow intensified. The woman's heart leaped with hope, her earlier anger forgotten in the face of this miraculous turn of events. She reached for her brother's hand, squeezing it tightly as she felt his grip strengthen.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the magic. Her eyes met Adams', and for the first time, she saw something beyond the arrogance and the humor—a spark of genuine power and intent.

As the glow subsided, her brother took a deep breath, his color returning, and the wound on his chest knitting together as if it had never existed. The woman let out a shaky sigh of relief, tears of gratitude welling up in her eyes.

Her brother, still dazed but very much alive, turned his gaze to Adams. "What's the deal?" he asked, his voice weak but steady.

Adams smiled, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "Ah, now that's the spirit. We have much to discuss, my friend."

Adams said as he attempted to sit down but the woman tried to stop him as there was no sit anywhere but to the amazement of her brother and her, a huge throne materialized out of thin air which Adams sat on.

"So here is the deal, I want you and three others whom I haven't contacted yet to be my Horsemen, my Harbingers, my Messengers, you get what I mean right?"

The woman and her brother exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. The massive throne that had appeared out of thin air was intricately designed, with ornate carvings and glowing runes that seemed to pulse with a life of their own.

Adams settled into it with the ease of someone accustomed to wielding such power, a casual air about him that belied the gravity of the situation.

The woman found herself momentarily speechless, caught between gratitude for her brother's miraculous recovery and wariness of this enigmatic stranger who had appeared so suddenly in their lives. Her brother, on the other hand, seemed more focused, his mind working quickly to process the unexpected offer.

Adams leaned forward, his eyes locking onto the young man's with an intensity that demanded attention. "I need people who can act as my agents, my envoys in this world," he continued, his voice steady and compelling. "You and the others will be granted powers beyond your imagination, abilities that will set you apart from anyone else.

But in return, you will carry out tasks for me, spread my influence, and prepare the Omniverse for my arrival."

The brother, though still weak, listened intently. His hazel eyes, once clouded with pain, now shone with curiosity and a hint of ambition. "What kind of tasks?" he asked cautiously, his voice gaining strength.

Adams smiled, a gesture that seemed both reassuring and unsettling. "Nothing too onerous, just simple tasks"