The dragon's harem

Chapter 2349: Chad, The Father of Humanity

Badump! Badump! Badump!

A faint, deep hum echoed through the battlefield. With each beat, the abominations took a step backward as the man standing in front of their army approached, glowing with golden light.

The Avatars split into three. One of them stood to face Chad, one went to fend Bahamut off, and the last one went to chase Amaterasu. While all of them were in a tight spot, the one facing Chad was in the most dangerous position of them all.

He growled underneath his hood and glared forward, listening to the faint hum of Chad’s heart beating.

Badump! Badump! Badump!

That was the sound of the man still being alive, standing there to face him. The Father of humanity, and the peak of humankind. The absolute perfection molded by AO’s hands. AO usually works opposite to how humans create things. The first prototype of whatever he makes is always the best, strongest, and most refined, and he’ll then try to weaken and balance it.

Chad looked at Nyar’s avatar and tilted his head. "Then, It’s been a while. Shall we start this fight?" He cracked his fists, and sparks of golden lightning flashed from between them. Unlike all humans, Chad didn’t need to borrow divine magic from the gods, as his soul could create it on its own. He was the reincarnation of Adam, the Father of humanity, and had achieved that with the same path that AO was going to use for himself.

From Chad’s fists, lightning exploded into a blinding burst the size of a nuclear detonation, and from the blinding light and flames, a titan emerged. Chad was sixty arms tall, which was around 43 meters or 140 feet.

He was massive, muscular, had skin as rich as almond, eyes golden and bright, a short black beard, and luscious hair. Seeing him, the Avatar growled. Each time, he was reminded of how AO looked, as the two were almost twins.

Nyar’s body inflated and grew larger as he tried to match Chad in size. This wasn’t going to be a fight that he needed to hold back in. But mid-transformation, Chad punched high in the face, sending him flying back across the abomination’s army.

"Unmannered as usual..." Nyar’s Avatar growled as he used his tentacles to stand back up, not caring one bit that he was crushing hundreds of his abominations. But who could blame him? He was now facing Chad, the father of humanity himself.

In the distance, Chad was rushing toward him on horseback, mounting a massive golden steed and carrying a massive black flag pole, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Protectors of humanity, every man and woman who died fighting to protect, to preserve, and to provide! I call you from this unholy battlefield; rise up!"

Behind him, an army of billions of trillions of humans from of all kinds of worlds was following. Soldiers, knights, heroes, sacred, sinners, war criminals. It didn’t matter. They were all their father’s children, and they came up to fight by his side.

As Chad punched the Avatar and pushed him back even further, the two armies clashed, and chaos exploded. Among the abominations, a blond woman in armor flashed with divine light like a beacon of hope as she slashed her way through them.

A tall and thin man wearing a suit with glasses stood atop a pile of corpses, watching as a titanic explosion illuminated the horizon and bloomed into a mushroom cloud. He looked somber and reached down, pulling a lighter and a cigarette to start smoking, and silently watched as many more bombs flashed and countless armies of different flags charged forward.

It didn’t matter who they were in life, if they were heroes, villains, or random nameless soldiers who perished among millions. This was everyone’s battle.

A titanic man led an army of armored soldiers into battle. Tanks rolled up out of nowhere, crushing everything in their path as artillery rained down in billions from spaceships flying in the sky, and under the sundering assault, not a single round hurt the trillions of soldiers and knights on horseback charging and shredding everything in their path with their swords.

Chad smacked Nyar’s avatar in the face with the flag pole, stabbed him with it, and a moment before the horse could stomp him to death, the slippery abomination slithered back, half burned by the divine magic as his thousands of tentacles burst from the ground like spikes.

The horse immediately jumped back, and artillery rained down on the Avatar, pinning him down. As he looked up, he could see millions of titanic spaceships flying above him and his army, raining down bombs and firing moon-shattering missiles down in an unending assault.

As if that alone wasn’t enough, above the swarm of titanic spaceships, he could see what could only be described as the ridiculous potential of humanity. About a thousand stars, all engulfed by titanic steel rings and buzzing with trillions of humans. Those were advanced civilizations that had long since perished, and they were here to fight.

The Dyson spheres all started turning, focusing the energy of the stars into one point, and then fired simultaneously, charring the entire battlefield. And since everyone was summoned by Chad’s power, their attacks didn’t hurt them; friendly fire was off, so the assault and carpet bombing never slowed down.

Through the flames, Chad rushed forward, jumped off his horse, and grabbed the Avatar by the face, dragging him on the ground for several kilometers before throwing him to an open field.

As the Avatar stood, for the first time, he hid his tentacles away and pulled out two regular arms. There was only one way to get to face Chad directly, and it was to challenge him to a fist fight.

Chad landed beside the Avatar and swung his fist down, only for the Avatar to block it and counter immediately. Seeing that, Chad smiled, and his eyes flashed with divine light. In the next fraction of a second, his fist was drilling a hole in the Avatar’s face.

Getting to face Chad one-on-one was possible, but actually winning that fight was nearly impossible. The Father of humanity was the undisputed master of humanity’s two weapons: the mind and fists.

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On the other side of the battlefield, Bahamut looked up at rotating Dyson spheres and gasped. "What the fuck are those?" He combed his beard. "Every time I see them, I cannot help but be surprised that the short-lived humans have managed to build them." He turned around and looked at the Avatar facing him.

"Don’t you think so as well? Humans are scary."

The Avatar growled. "They are annoying to deal with." He then pulled a black spear of tentacles. "So? Want to fight, or will you just let me waste time?"

Bahamut tapped his lower back and shook his head. "You know I’m old. Since my father, Asgorath, is dead, I’m currently the oldest living dragon." He cracked his fists, creating a steel cane. "You won’t hurt a senior citizen, would you?"