Creation Of All Things

The steady beeping of the hospital machine filled the quiet room as Adam lay motionless on the bed, his eyes closed. Suddenly, they snapped open.

"Where am I?" he muttered, sitting up slightly and glancing around. The plain white walls, the faint smell of disinfectant, and the machines hooked up to him made it clear—he was in a hospital.

"I survived… or did I transmigrate to another world?" he wondered aloud, the memory of stepping out of the restaurant and the sharp pain of a bullet flashing through his mind.

Just then, the door opened, and a nurse walked in. She was strikingly unusual. Her snow-white hair fell neatly to her shoulders, framing her pale, almost doll-like face. Her sharp red eyes seemed to glow faintly, making her look otherworldly. She wore the standard nurse uniform, but the confidence in her posture made it seem like it was made for her.

"You wish you transmigrated," she said with a playful smirk. "But sorry to burst your bubble—you're still stuck in this godforsaken world."

Adam blinked, thrown off by her bluntness. "Uh… okay. And you are?"

"I'm Jane," she said, walking over to check the machine by his bedside. "I'll be your attending nurse."

Adam frowned, his confusion deepening. "How did I survive? I mean, a bullet to the head… shouldn't that be instant death?"

Jane let out a sigh, her red eyes meeting his. "That's the question everyone's been asking. When you were brought in, you were already healing. And here you are, fully recovered in just two weeks. That's one hell of a feat—for a human, at least."

Adam stared at her, his brows furrowing. "For a human? What's that supposed to mean?"

Jane only smiled, a mysterious glint in her eyes. "Let's just say, you're not as ordinary as you think."

"Whatever," Adam muttered, slowly sitting up on the bed. "When am I getting discharged? I'm two weeks late, and my siblings are probably worried sick by now."

Jane leaned against the wall, watching him with a curious expression. "You should be discharged today. You know, it's funny—the first thing you think about after surviving a near-death experience is work and your siblings. That's… kind of noble."

"Noble or not, I don't care," Adam replied, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up carefully. "I just want to get out of here and back to my life. If I managed to survive, I'm not wasting another second sitting in this hospital." He glanced around the room. "Where are my clothes?"

Jane smiled and pointed to the closet in the corner.

"But," she said, crossing her arms with a smirk, "I still need to run a few tests to make sure you're completely fine. Oh, and let's not forget—there's the hospital bill you need to settle before you walk out of here."

Adam froze, his shoulders tensing at the way she said it, almost like she was enjoying his reaction. He turned to her, narrowing his eyes. "Are you even a real nurse? You don't act like one at all."

Jane just gave him a mysterious grin, her red eyes glinting with amusement. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Adam standing there, more confused than ever.

Adam quickly walked to the closet, grabbed his clothes, and got dressed. As he stepped out of the room, he saw Jane approaching him with a stack of documents.

"You're good to go now," she said, handing him the papers. "You're completely fine. And as for your hospital bills, they've already been taken care of."

Adam frowned, taking the documents from her. "What? Who paid for them? I don't know anyone who'd do that for me."

Jane shrugged, a teasing smile on her face. "I have no idea. Maybe a secret admirer? Or maybe someone just felt sorry for you." She laughed lightly and walked off, leaving Adam standing there, confused.

With a sigh, Adam clutched the documents and took one last look at Jane before heading out of the hospital.

Outside, he flagged down a taxi and got in. The driver nodded and began the ride.

Sitting in the back seat, Adam leaned his head against the window, trying to make sense of everything that had happened—getting shot, waking up in the hospital, and that strange nurse, Jane. Nothing about the past few days felt normal.

Then, out of nowhere, something appeared in front of him—a glowing, transparent panel floating in the air. His eyes widened.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered, reaching out to touch it.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "You okay back there, young man?"

Adam quickly pulled his hand back and looked at the driver. Judging by his expression, it seemed like he couldn't see the strange panel.

"Oh, uh, nothing. Just thinking out loud," Adam replied, trying to sound casual.

Turning his attention back to the panel, he decided to read what it said.

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[Stats]

Name: Adam Dhark

Bloodline: %#$#%#

Race: %#$#%#

Existence Tier: Unawakened

Physique: 1

Mental: 0.5

Soul: 1.5

Abilities: Creation of All Things [Lvl 0], Regeneration [Lvl 1]

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Adam couldn't stop staring at the glowing panel in front of him. His eyes kept going back to the ability listed at the bottom:

Creation of All Things [Lvl 0].

"What does that even mean?" he mumbled under his breath.

The moment he asked the question, the panel shifted slightly, almost as if it heard him. New text appeared, glowing faintly.

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Creation of All Things:

An ability tied to the essence of existence itself. Allows the user to bring forth anything from the depths of their imagination into reality. At its current level, the user is restricted to basic objects or items and cannot create anything with life or complex structures. The ability evolves with the user's growth and understanding.

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Adam's jaw nearly dropped. "Anything?" he whispered, trying to wrap his head around it. His mind raced with possibilities. Could he create food? Money? A house?

Curiosity took over. He raised his hand slightly, glancing around to ensure the driver wasn't paying attention. "Okay, uh… let's test this out."

He closed his eyes, focusing on something simple. A bottle of water. Nothing fancy, just something small and basic.

When he opened his eyes, a faint shimmer appeared in the air above his palm. Slowly, a plain plastic water bottle materialized, solidifying until it looked completely real.

Adam stared at it in disbelief. "No way…" he whispered, turning the bottle over in his hand. It felt real. It was cold to the touch, like it had just come out of a fridge. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip—it tasted like actual water.

"Hey, everything good back there?" the driver asked, glancing at him again.

Adam quickly shoved the bottle into his jacket pocket. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine."

Leaning back in his seat, he stared out the window, trying to stay calm. His heart was racing.

If this was just the beginning of what this ability could do, then what else was possible? He didn't know the limits yet, but one thing was clear—this power wasn't normal.

And if anyone found out about it, his life would never be the same.