Adamus groaned as his alarm went off, the sound piercing through his dreams. With a swift motion, he slammed his hand down to silence the ringing. Rubbing his face to shake off the last remnants of sleep, he sat up in bed.
"Wow, I feel really good today," he mumbled to himself, his mind still foggy from sleep. "Had a crazy dream."
With a sense of urgency, he jumped out of bed, his feet hitting the floor with purpose. "I gotta take a leak," he muttered, rushing towards the bathroom.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Almasa was already up and about, preparing for her day. As she descended the stairs, she called out, "Honey, I'm heading out early today. Breakfast is already ready. I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I'll see you later."
Adamus, halfway to the bathroom, shouted back, "Okay, that's fine. I'll make sure I catch the school bus and I your love YOU "
With a nod, Almasa left, leaving Adamus to finish his morning routine before tackling the day ahead. Adamus stood in the bathroom, water running as he splashed his face. His thoughts drifted as he wiped away the sleep from his eyes.
"Damn, after taking a leak, I don't remember my dream at all," he muttered to himself, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I guess it's true what people say, don't use the bathroom after you wake up or you're gonna forget your dream."
As he continued to wash his face, he glanced up at the mirror, only to freeze in surprise.
"Damn, I'm handsome," he chuckle, But as he scrutinized his reflection further, he noticed something odd. "What happened to the bruises on my face?" he wondered aloud, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Better question, why don't I have facial hair?" he mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "I'm about to graduate."
Adamus got his school stuff ready and descended the stairs, ready to start his day. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the trash can brimming with waste. Without hesitation, he picked it up and headed outside towards the neighborhood trash dumpster.
"I do not want to touch that disgusting trashcan door," he muttered to himself, "Let me see if I can throw it over the top."
With a sudden burst of determination, Adamus hurled the trash bag upwards. To his utter amazement, the bag sailed effortlessly through the air, ghosting as it rose into the sky before vanishing from sight.
Adamus stared at his hand, then at the sky, then back at his hand, disbelief washing over his features. "There's no way it worked," he murmured, his heart racing with excitement. "I got powers."
With a surge of exhilaration, Adamus's whole body was enveloped in vibrant green energy as he leaped into the air, his heart pounding with the thrill of the moment. This time, he didn't just jump; he willed himself upward, defying gravity itself. The world around him blurred as he soared higher and higher, leaving the mundane behind.
"I've got powers!" he screamed, the wind whipping through his hair. The city below shrank to toy-sized proportions, and the rooftops became a patchwork quilt of memories. Adamus's breath caught as he glimpsed his school a tiny speck amidst the urban sprawl.
But then reality crashed in. Panic surged as he started to plummet, the wind howling past his ears. "Fly. Fly," he urged himself desperately, flapping his arms like a frantic bird. But his efforts were in vain.
his best efforts to regain control, he found himself hurtling towards the ground with terrifying speed. As Adamus hurtled towards the ground, panic clawed at his chest. With his mind racing and options dwindling, he spotted a flock of pigeons flying just below him. The earth rushed up to meet him, and he braced for impact, his heart pounding in his chest.
Instead of asphalt, he landed on something soft. The world smelled of coffee grounds and old newspapers. Adamus blinked, disoriented. He was sprawled amidst the trash cans, banana peels sticking to his School clothes
"Ouch," he groaned, realizing he'd crash-landed on the trash dumpster itself.
"Well," he muttered, pushing up from the heap of feathers and trash, "at least I didn't hurt any pigeons."
Adamus frantically dug through his pocket, his fingers searching for his phone. "I need to call Dylan to tell him what just happened," he muttered to himself. But then a better idea struck him. "Wait, even better. I'll just show up to his house."
An exciting grin spread across his face as he pondered his next move. "I wonder how fast I am," he mused, his excitement building at the thought of testing out his newfound abilities. Adamus thought to himself, "I was always one of the top five fastest kids in track."
With a swift motion, he planted one foot firmly in front of the other, his body pulsating with vibrant green energy. His muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash their force. His stance was a portrait of readiness, one foot poised ahead while the other anchored him firmly to the ground. Every sinew of his body tensed with anticipation as he prepared to take off, the thrill of the challenge coursing through his veins.
As Adamus ran, his world became a blur of motion. Cars whizzed by in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, their shapes blending together as he dashed past them with the speed of lightning. People on the sidewalks were mere streaks of movement, their features obscured by the rush of wind.
The wind slapped at his face, a relentless force pushing against him, but Adamus pressed on with unyielding determination. With each powerful stride, he surged forward, moving faster than he ever imagined possible.
He weaved effortlessly between cars, his movements fluid and precise, like a bolt of lightning streaking through traffic. To bystanders, he was nothing more than a flash of color, a momentary blur that left them gaping in astonishment.
Conversations drifted by in fragmented whispers, the voices of passersby barely registering in Adamus's ears.
"Whoa, what was that?" someone exclaimed as he shot past, their words lost in the wind.
"The wind's pretty strong today," another voice remarked, but Adamus paid them no heed.
His focus was razor-sharp, his entire being consumed by the exhilarating rush of speed.
Then movement. A little girl darted into the street, chasing her ball. A car barreled toward her. Her parents, only a few steps away, screamed in terror.
In a heartbeat, Adamus veered sharply, green flames flaring around him. He scooped the girl into his arms, the emerald blaze wrapping her in safety as he spun away from the car. In the next instant, she was back in her parents' embrace.
"Thank you… but we can't afford it," her father stammered. "We don't have any superhero insurance. Please, don't penalize us."
"It's fine," Adamus said with a quick smile. "I'm just glad she's safe. I gotta go."
He was gone before they could reply.
A cat stuck high in a tree, rescued.
A building engulfed in flames, people carried to safety.
He helped wherever he could, one life at a time, until at last Dylan's house came into view.
Meanwhile, Dylan was in his room, surrounded by a multitude of PCs and strange animals in cages, like lizards. He glanced at the clock and muttered to himself, "I can't believe I overslept." With a sense of urgency, he busied himself stuffing books into his backpack, his mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. "I can't believe I overslept last night," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
Top of Form
Suddenly, a series of loud bangs echoed through the room, causing Dylan to turn towards the window in surprise. "What is that?" he wondered aloud, his curiosity piqued. Opening the window, he was met with the unexpected sight of Adamus outside.
"What are you doing here?" Dylan asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Adamus grinned eagerly, replying, "I have to show you something. Open the door. Actually, just come downstairs''
Dylan slammed the window shut and quickly made his way downstairs to meet Adamus at the door. As he approached, he couldn't help but ask, "How did you get here? My house is all the way at the end of District C. We don't even live in the same dome city. The one you live in is like 10 cities away."
Top of Form
Adamus's response was filled with excitement as he exclaimed, "I ran!" Dylan couldn't help but laugh. "That's impossible. Every District in The Grid spans about 15.5 billion light-years," Dylan continued, his voice resonating with the epic scale The size of their Country, The Grid. "And my house is roughly 86,881 miles away from yours."
Adamus took a moment to catch his breath, the enormity of the distance sinking in. "I know it took me about 1 hours to get here." As he gasped for air.
Dylan responded, "Okay, can you stop playing around now? For you to travel 86,881 miles in one hour is significantly faster than the speed of sound. Did you take the neighborhood teleporter?
Adamus grabbed Dylan's arm, excitement bubbling up within him. "No, the diamond worked! I got powers."
Dylan looked at him skeptically, his brow furrowing. "Prove it," he challenged, his voice tinged with doubt.
Adamus grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, let's go to the super park with super equipment for working out outside."
Dylan turned around towards his house, a frown forming on his face. "I don't have time for this. I'm already late," he protested, his tone exasperated.
"Why would I lie about this?" Adamus insisted, his enthusiasm undeterred.
"It doesn't matter anyways. Show me later. I know you don't care about school, but I do. I'm about to get in my car," Dylan said, his hand rummaging through his pocket in search of his keys.
Adamus let out a playful sigh. "Stop being a bookworm for once," he teased.
"Okay," Dylan agreed reluctantly, his expression resigned. He pressed the button on his key fob, the car responding with a beep as it came to life.
Adamus responded, "Bro, we don't have to drive there. Just hop on my back. I can just run us there."
Dylan shook his head, chuckling. "Unless you can fly, there's no way I'm getting on your back."
Adamus grinned. "I don't think I can fly."
With a chuckle, Dylan motioned towards his vehicle. "Well then, let's take my car."
Dylan's vehicle was less a car and more a personal starjet, built for speed and dominance in the skies. Its elongated, aerodynamic fuselage was forged from carbon fiber composites, each panel seamlessly fused into a surface as smooth as flowing water. The midnight black body gleamed with a mirror finish, streaked with sharp crimson lines like war paint. Integrated LED strips pulsed along its sides, casting an ambient glow against the clouds.
Instead of wheels, retractable anti-gravity thrusters and turbine intakes lined the belly and wings, rotating for vertical takeoff and hover. Angular wings folded neatly when idle, then spread wide in flight, glowing faintly with plasma energy. Inside, tinted panoramic glass wrapped the cockpit, offering an unhindered view of the horizon while shielding passengers from sight. Every surface was sharp and minimal, like a pilot's throne in a fighter craft, and when the engines roared, it hummed with the promise of unmatched speed.
As they soared into the sky, Adamus couldn't contain his excitement. "Dylan, is this a new car?" he asked, his eyes wide with wonder.
Dylan nodded proudly. "Yes, ever since my dad became President of Pluto Industries, life's been pretty good. This is one of the fastest flying cars out there!"
Adamus grinned, his anticipation growing. "How long is it gonna take us?"
Dylan glanced at the dashboard. "Not that long. The closest super park is outside of this city dome, where most of the grasslands are at."
"Get ready," Dylan announced, "we're about to hit the dome and leave the city."
As the car approached the transparent dome surrounding the city, Dylan piloted it with precision. They passed through the barrier smoothly, the car emerging unscathed on the other side. Adamus peered outside, his eyes widening at the breathtaking sight. District C
As their flying car glided through the sky, the cityscape sprawled out beneath them like a mesmerizing tapestry. Towering skyscrapers and gleaming domes stretched to the horizon, each one a testament to human ingenuity. Billions of domes housed entire cities, separated by vast expanses of lush grasslands.
Neon signs and holographic billboards illuminated the landscape, casting vibrant hues across the city. Massive plazas and bustling thoroughfares teemed with activity, a symphony of movement and life.
Between the towering structures, vast expanses of green grasslands provided a natural contrast to the futuristic skyline. Flying cars darted through the air with grace, their sleek forms blending seamlessly with the urban landscape. Each vehicle was a marvel of engineering, propelled by advanced propulsion systems.
Looking down, Adamus marveled at the intricate network of roads and skyways crisscrossing the city, connecting each city in a seamless web of transportation. It was a sight to behold, a fusion of technology and nature, where the future met the present in perfect harmony. As they finally landed, Adamus looked around in awe. "Wow, this place is massive!" he exclaimed, taking in the expansive Olympic track field.
He noticed Dylan Setting up his laptop. Adamus asked "Why is no one here?" Adamus asked, puzzled.
Dylan, still focused on his computer and typing away, replied, "The higher the district, the higher the chance you don't have superpowers. Most people with superpowers are either superheroes getting paid, or criminals. They tend to be on the lower levels like D and F Rank citizens. Not a lot of people in District C have powers, especially B, A, and S."
Adamus's face brightened with a mix of understanding and excitement. "Perfect, more room for us to train," he exclaimed. "It's a shame powers are so rare."
Dylan chuckled softly. "Exactly. Most people only have a ten percent shot at gaining powers."
As he stretched his legs, Adamus voiced his thoughts. "It's not fair. People have to start off as F-rank citizens, living in F-rank districts. Even those with superpowers, if their abilities aren't deemed useful, they're still stuck in a lower district."
Standing up, Dylan remarked, "The system isn't fair, but our great leaders, the Galaktikós, say it's the best system, so we must follow."
Top of Form
Dylan motioned toward the track, a vast stretch disappearing into the horizon. "Let's see how your powers measure up."
It was a monster of a track — so long you couldn't even see the end of it. "The whole thing's about 24,901 miles," Dylan added with a smirk. "That's one lap around an average planet. Let's see how many laps you can do in a minute. Give it all you've got."
Adamus responded confidently, his body surrounded by a shimmering aura of green energy. "This time, I'm not holding back at all. I'm gonna run as fast as I possibly can."
With a surge of determination, Adamus tensed, feeling the energy pulsating through his veins as his hands and feet dug into the track's surface. With each stride, his entire being seemed to radiate with power, the green energy crackling around him like a living flame.
He propelled himself forward, a blur of motion leaving Dylan in his wake. Each pass sent a gust of wind slamming into Dylan's face, the force of Adamus's speed amplified by the energy that surrounded him.
As Adamus streaked by for the 454th lap, a whirlwind of excitement engulfed Dylan. "You did 454 laps in a minute!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in astonishment.
Adamus slowed to a stop, his chest heaving as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "I don't think I'll be running that fast again anytime soon," he said between breaths. "That's my top speed for now. I can only maintain it for about a minute. But hey, at least I've discovered my limits."
Dylan narrowed his gaze, observing the faint green aura surrounding Adamus whenever he activated his powers. "What's with that green energy that surrounds you whenever you use your powers?" he inquired. "It's like a burst of energy."
Adamus paused, catching his breath. "I'm not entirely sure," he admitted. "It seems to be an intrinsic part of my abilities. But right now, I'm feeling drained. I think using my powers has sapped my stamina."
His breaths came in ragged gasps as he looked around, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through him.
Meanwhile, Dylan was intensely typing on his computer, his eyes glued to the screen. Adamus, still catching his breath, asked, "What are you looking for?
Dylan's mouth curled into a smile as he glanced back at Adamus. "Bro, you just ran at the speed of light. That puts you in the top 1000 superheroes already."
"Bro, you weigh about 170 pounds," Dylan continued, "so for you to move at the speed of light, you would need to release approximately 6.937×10^18 joules of energy."
Adamus's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow, that's insane! I had no idea it would take that much energy. But hey, being in the top 1000 superheroes sounds pretty cool, right?"
Adamus raised an eyebrow. "Who's the fastest then?"
Dylan's fingers danced across the keyboard.**
"Superior Man, of course," he said without hesitation. "They say his speed is Irrelevant Speed. Some even claim it's Boundless."
Adamus blinked. "What does that even mean? That sounds… pretty fast."
Dylan smirked and spun his laptop around. "Look at this. It's from the Superhero Speed Database the official speed power-scaling chart used by the Superhero Organization to rank every known enhanced being."
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The glowing screen showed a midnight-blue site titled:
"Global Superhero Speed Index – Official Speed Classification of the Heroic Federation."
Beneath that, written like scripture across digital stars, were the words:
"To travel fast is to defy time.
To travel boundlessly is to defy meaning."
The Superhero Organization's Speed Power System
In the world of superhuman warfare and Omniversal defense, speed is no longer defined by simple physics. This system maintained by the Superhero Organization categorizes movement from measurable velocity to reality-shattering mobility. Heroes, villains, and cosmic entities are all indexed here.
Finite Speed Tiers
Basic physical motion across time and space calculated with the classic formula: S = d/t.
Tier
Speed Range
Description
Below Human
0–5 m/s
Sluggish movement, crawling pace.
Peak Human
~10 m/s
Olympic-level speed.
Superhuman
10–34 m/s
Martial artists, enhanced movement.
Subsonic
34–171 m/s
Pre-bullet motion, advanced agility.
Supersonic
377–857 m/s
Breaking the sound barrier.
Hypersonic
1,715–3,430 m/s
Missile-speed, sonic booms.
Massively Hypersonic
34,300–343,000 m/s
Lightning-speed combat.
Sub-Relativistic
0.01–0.1c
Advanced spaceflight speeds.
Relativistic
0.1–1c
Approaching the speed of light.
FTL+ (Faster Than Light)
2,10×–1,000×c
Interstellar, galactic-level traversal.
Massively FTL+
>1,000×c
Light-years in moments cosmic-scale travel.
Beyond Measurable Velocity
When beings surpass distance and time calculations, they enter the Post-Speed Spectrum.
🔹 ∞ Infinite Speed
Crosses any distance instantly (not teleportation).No travel, no delay.Space and time lose meaning.
Classifications: ∞×2, ∞×3, ∞×4, ∞×5 … up to ∞×∞.
🔹 Immeasurable Speed
• Not calculated with time or distance.
• Can move forward and backward in time at will.
• Moves through causality, not with it.
Classifications: Im×2, Im×3, Im×4, Im×5 … up to Im×∞.
🔹 Irrelevant Speed
Movement is no longer needed.The being can move so fast, exists in all places at once.Speed as a concept becomes irrelevant.They arrive before motion begins.
Classifications: Ir×2, Ir×3, Ir×4, Ir×5 … up to Ir×∞.
III. ♾ Final Tier — Omnipresence
"Speed was a measurement. Now it is a myth."
Omnipresence is not movement but the state of being in all places across all realities at once. It erases the concept of distance, point, and path entirely.
Low Omnipresence Present in many locations at once, but bound by certain dimensional or conceptual limits. Mid Omnipresence Transcends space and time, existing in all moments and dimensions, yet still restricted by higher absolutes. Boundless Omnipresence Without limitation, existing across all layers of reality, unreality, and beyond beginnings and endings. It is the foundation upon which all existence is written.
How Can Anything Be Faster Than Infinity?
Because not all infinities are equal.
In mathematics, some infinities are larger than others ℵ₀ (countable infinity) is smaller than ℵ₁ (uncountable infinity), and even those are dwarfed by large cardinals and hyperinfinities.
The same principle applies to the Omniversal Speed System. Even beings with "infinite" speed can be vastly outpaced by others with greater infinities stacked upon themselves. Speed tiers Infinite, Immeasurable, Irrelevant can all be layered infinitely upon themselves.
Stacking Works Like This:
Within a Tier: A being may have ∞ speed, but another can have ∞×2, ∞×3, all the way to ∞×∞ each step representing a higher-order infinity of motion. The same applies to Im and Ir speeds.Tier Transition: When one's infinite stacking reaches its maximum within a tier, they break into the next speed tier Infinite → Immeasurable → Irrelevant → Omnipresence.
Dimensionality & Distance Limitations
Even with staggering speed, distance is not absolute. In higher-dimensional realms, "distance" is far more than physical separation it can include:
Layered Dimensional Space An area may have infinite layers of space stacked within itself.Higher-Dimensional Pressure The more you attempt to transcend, or the more you exist within a realm whose dimensionality you cannot surpass, the harder it becomes to move.Infinite Distances Stacked on Infinite Distances Travel requires surpassing not just measurable space, but the conceptual infinity of the space itself.
If you do not transcend the dimensionality of the area you are in, your speed no matter how fast, even with infinite or post-infinite levels can be drastically reduced in effect. This is because:
There may be too many infinities stacked ahead of you.The higher-dimensional pressure could overwhelm your traversal.The space may simply be so vast in scale that your movement, while incredible elsewhere, is far less impactful here.
Example 1: A being with overwhelming infinite speed in a 3D space might find their velocity diminished when attempting to cross a 12D hyperrealm, where each step is an infinite-dimensional traversal.
Example 2: Even if you are a 12D being who transcends all things to the 12D degree, entering a 20D space would nullify much of that advantage. Even with Irrelevant Speed, your presence would not be truly instantaneous because you do not transcend that realm's dimensionality the sheer pressure and infinite distances stacked within it would still slow you down.
Why Omnipresence Is Untouchable:
Omnipresence especially Boundless Omnipresence transcends these restrictions. It exists beyond dimensionality, beyond pressure, beyond distances stacked upon themselves. No matter the infinite layers of distance or the weight of higher-dimensional reality, Omnipresence is present everywhere instantly and is unaffected by traversal limitations.
Dylan pointed to the final section, awe in his voice.
"Superior Man ranks at Ir×∞… but I'm pretty sure he'd never reach omnipresence especially boundless omnipresence. Only the highest-level gods we've ever heard of have that."
Adamus stared at the screen. For a moment, it felt as if the edges of reality bent under the weight of what that word truly meant.
"I didn't even know it was possible to be that fast," he murmured.
"There's a lot of math involved in being that fast," Dylan said with a smirk. "I told you to pay more attention in school it even applies to being a superhero."
Adamus nodded thoughtfully. "I thought the fastest would be Acceleron. He's always been my favorite, especially his history with fighting the Sun King."
Dylan responded, "Ever since the battle with the Sun King, Acceleron retired a couple of months after the fight. The top dogs now are the Big Three, known as 'The Omega Force': Superior Man, Pink Liberty, and OmniMorph."
"My favorite superhero team is the Red Bloods," Adamus continued. "They always fought for what was actually right. I don't really like these new heroes. There's something about Superior Man that I don't like."
Dylan responds, "I love Superior Man. I have all his comics. He helped build most of our cities." But besides that, "So, let's test your strength now." They both walk to the middle of the superhero track field. Dylan points at a giant block and says, "Pick it up."
The block stood before Adamus, an imposing structure towering over him, twelve feet by twelve feet. With a deep breath, he approached it, the green energy surrounding his body shimmering with anticipation.
As Adamus reached out to grasp the massive block, the weight of it pressed down on him, resisting his efforts. He gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he struggled against the dense Densicron Alloy.
With a surge of determination, Adamus pushed himself harder, channeling his energy into lifting the heavy block. The green aura around him intensified, pulsating with each exertion of his strength.
Slowly but steadily, Adamus began to lift the block, his arms trembling with the effort. Inch by inch, he raised it off the ground, his muscles bulging as he strained against the weight.
Finally, with a triumphant grunt, Adamus hoisted the block into the air, holding it aloft above his head. "How much is it?" he gasped, sweat dripping from his brow.
Dylan chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. "It's about 100 tons," he replied. "But don't worry, you're not weak. That block is just incredibly heavy, even for someone with your abilities. It's a really strong, dense metal and concrete. Our city is made out of this material. It's very dense. That block is made out of Densicron Alloy. That's why our cities can survive so many superhero and villain fights, and why they stay standing after attacks, even Kaiju attacks from the monsters outside the grid."
Adamus nodded, a sense of accomplishment washing over him as he lowered the block back down. "Wow," he said, looking at the dense material. "No wonder our cities can withstand so much.
Adamus straightened up, a determined look on his face. "I can lift more, it wasn't that heavy," he insisted. Dylan nodded. "Okay, let's try the next block they've got then."
The next block was enormous 50 feet tall and 50 feet wide,. Adamus approached it, the green energy surrounding him crackling with anticipation.
With a grunt, Adamus placed his fingers under the block, veins popping out of his head as he strained against its weight. Slowly, the block began to rise, the ground trembling beneath it.
But then, with a sudden jolt, Adamus faltered. He managed to lift only 80% of it before his strength gave out, and the block crashed back to the ground with a deafening thud. Adamus staggered back, panting heavily.
Dylan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he responded, "So you're just 20% away from being able to pick up 3.3 quintillion tons." His words hung in the air, painting a picture of staggering strength. "If you managed to lift that colossal weight over your head, you'd be generating an astonishing 3.234 × 10²² newtons of force — that's about 925 trillion trillion times the thrust of a space shuttle. To put it in perspective, it's like lifting three and a half dwarf planets the size of Ceres all at once… or scooping up twice the combined mass of every ocean on a regular planet and holding it above your head."
Adamus looked at the block at the end of the row, his curiosity piqued. "How much does that one weigh?" he asked.
Dylan's grin widened. "It's 6.6 undecillion tons.
Adamus's eyes widened in disbelief. "Who is lifting that? I've never even heard of that number before."
Dylan nodded knowingly. "The top 200 superheroes can lift that especially Superior Man. But apparently, he can do far more. People say his strength is Irrelevant."
Adamus rubbed his head, overwhelmed. "Irrelevant Strength? What does that even mean? It sounds… absurdly strong."
"I'll show you," Dylan said, turning his laptop toward him. "It's right here on the Superhero Society website."
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Global Superhero Strength Index
Official Strength Classification of the Heroic Federation
"To lift is to oppose weight. To lift without limit is to oppose reality itself."
Strength in the Omniversal Age is measured not only in raw mass, but in the scale of concepts, dimensions, and infinities a being can overcome. The Heroic Federation recognizes the following tiers:
Measurable Strength Tiers
Basic physical lifting power, scaled by familiar reference points.Human Level – Up to 100 kg (average human capacity).Vehicle Level – Cars, trucks, small transport craft.Structure Level – Houses, small buildings.Skyscraper Level – Large urban towers.Mountain Level – Entire mountain ranges.City Level – Urban megacities.Country Level – Landmasses the size of nations.Planetary Level – Planets, moons.Stellar Level – Average stars.Massive Stellar Level – Supergiants and collapsed stellar cores.Galactic Level – Entire galaxies and their dark matter mass. Beyond Measurable Strength
When the object's mass defies conventional measurement, strength enters the Post-Strength Spectrum.
🔹 ∞ Infinite Strength
Can lift or move objects of truly infinite mass.No finite weight imposes resistance.Can stack infinities: ∞×2, ∞×3, ∞×4, ∞×5… up to ∞×∞.
🔹 Immeasurable Strength
Power cannot be defined by physical mass alone.Can lift concepts, timelines, or structures embedded in causality.Stacking: Im×2, Im×3, Im×4, Im×5… up to Im×∞.
🔹 Irrelevant Strength
Strength where weight, scale, and resistance as concepts are meaningless.Can "lift" without contact, or move things regardless of their scale in time/space.Stacking: Ir×2, Ir×3, Ir×4, Ir×5… up to Ir×∞.
🔹 Boundless Strength
No limits, no scale strength operates beyond physics, concepts, and all dimensionality.Can affect all structures and layers of reality equally.
III. Omnipresent Strength
Low Omnipresent Strength – Present everywhere, but still bound by certain transcendence limits; cannot lift what exists above their omnipresence layer.Boundless Omnipresent Strength – Exists in all realities and beyond; strength is written into the foundation of existence itself. Nothing is beyond its grasp.
Dimensionality & Resistance Rule
Even with infinite or post-infinite strength, higher-dimensional environments can impose limits:
Higher-Dimensional Pressure – The more you attempt to transcend, or the more you are in a realm whose dimensionality you cannot surpass, the greater the resistance.Layered Dimensional Mass – An object may exist in infinite layers of reality, multiplying its "weight" infinitely upon itself.Infinite Mass Stacking – Some realms stack infinite mass upon infinite mass, requiring proportionally greater transcendence to overcome.
Example 1: A being with Infinite Strength might move a planet in a 3D realm but struggle to budge a single stone in a 12D hyperrealm where each "grain" contains infinite stacked dimensions.
Example 2: A 12D being with Irrelevant Strength entering a 20D realm may find themselves unable to instantly move a 20D object, as they do not transcend that realm's dimensionality and are subject to its infinite resistance.
But Dylan persisted, his voice filled with encouragement. "With more training, you eventually possibly could lift... 6.6 sextillion tons. If not more."
Adamus paused, his mind reeling at the enormity of the number. "6.6 sextillion tons?" he repeated incredulously, trying to wrap his head around the sheer scale of what Dylan was suggesting.
Dylan's tone was filled with confidence. "Yeah, man. Think about it. With your potential, there's no telling what you could achieve. You've already come so far."
Dylan responds, "The professor did say that you may have a shield and be able to reflect attacks."
An idea sparks in Adamus' mind. "I have an idea. You carry a gun in your car, right? Try to shoot me."
Dylan hesitates for a moment. "That's a good idea. Hopefully, you're bulletproof. If you can run that fast without your skin coming off, I guess you are." He grabs his gun and points it at Adamus' head, about 12 feet away. "You ready? I'm about to shoot it."
Adamus nods confidently. "Yes."
"This gun was made by my dad's company, Pluto. It was made to hurt people with superpowers," Dylan explains, his hand shaking slightly. "You're making me nervous; just shoot me already," Adamus says impatiently.
Dylan touches the gun and turns a dial. "Okay, I'm gonna turn it up all the way. I've never used this gun before." He shoots it at Adamus, a yellow laser hitting him. Adamus blocks it with his hand, but it explodes upon impact. "Stop being such a wuss, keep shooting," Adamus demands.
Dylan repeatedly pulls the trigger, the air thick with smoke enveloping Adamus. As the haze dissipates, Adamus remarks, "Looks like I'm quite durable, huh? Seems my skin acts as a shield." They both observe Adamus, noticing his skin emanating a vibrant green energy. "I believe your body is absorbing kinetic energy," Dylan suggests, "like a protective shield.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Adamus' whole body starts to glow a light green. Adamus pushes Dylan out of the way. "I don't feel good," he says, clutching his stomach.
Then, out of nowhere, a burst of light energy comes out of his chest, aiming at the sky. Adamus screams in agony as shockwaves emanate from him. The blast of light and energy stops, leaving Adamus panting. "What was that?" he asks, bewildered.
Dylan rushes to his laptop, fingers flying across the keys. "The crystal you ingested must have granted you powers something like black tourmaline," he explains with excitement in his voice. "You absorb negative energy and reflect it back" And it seems like you gather energy and send it back to people. It's sort of like a defensive move and an offensive move all in one," Dylan adds. He pauses, then continues, "With all this information, it seems like you're on the level of a C or B rank super."
Adamus' face looks worried. "What time is it?" he asks. Dylan checks the time. "Almost 2," he responds. Adamus's eyes widen. "We have to hurry up and go to Sophia's store before the thugs show up again," he says urgently.
Dylan nods. "I almost forgot. Let's go right now," he agrees, grabbing his keys. He stops walking suddenly. "Wait, before we drive there, we need to think of a superhero name."
Adamus nods in agreement. "It would take us an hour to get to her store. We can think about it on the way. Come on.