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Chapter 158: Unexpected Familiarity

Chapter 158: Unexpected Familiarity

The hall lay in ruins, a testament to the ferocity of Adam’s earlier battle with UV1.

Dust hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of scorched metal and broken tiles.

Amidst the debris, Adam stood beside the metallic chair that had emerged moments earlier. On the chair lay a man, motionless, his eyes closed as if in deep slumber.

The stillness was broken as Adam’s invisible slash tore through UV1, severing him cleanly in two.

The remnants of UV1’s cloned form collapsed onto the fractured floor, lifeless. And then, as if awakened by the final blow, the man on the chair stirred.

His eyes snapped open, wide with fear and confusion, as he bolted upright and looked around in panic.

From a short distance, Ani watched, her breath catching in her throat. Her usually composed demeanor faltered at the sight. It’s him... UV1 again? she thought, astonished.

Adam remained calm, his voice steady as he addressed the man now fully awake on the chair. "So, how does it feel to finally face me in your real body?"

The words sent a visible shiver through UV1. His body stiffened, and his wide eyes betrayed the terror coursing through him.

For so long, he had relied on the safety of his clones, orchestrating battles from the shadows of the central tower’s deepest levels.

Now, exposed and vulnerable, he felt naked before Adam’s unrelenting presence.

UV1 had always been confident in his abilities—his Parallel Processing, which allowed him to think at extraordinary speeds and transfer his consciousness across his clones, and

Disorder, a skill that turned his eyes a piercing brown and disrupted the powers or skills of anyone at or below his level.

But none of that mattered anymore. His real body was here, and Adam stood before him as an unstoppable force.

UV1’s mind raced, analyzing every possible way out of his predicament. His eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything, to give him an edge.

But the shattered remnants of the hall offered no solace. The realization crushed him: there was no escape.

With trembling legs, UV1 collapsed to his knees. His head bowed, and his voice broke as he said, "Lord Adam... forgive me."

Adam’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. I didn’t expect this, he thought. I assumed he would rather die than lower his head. Perhaps I was wrong about his arrogance.

Lowering his raised hands, Adam surveyed the wreckage around him. The hall was in shambles—cracked walls, shattered tiles, and scorched remnants of UV1’s failed rebellion.

Meanwhile, UV1 remained kneeling, physically and mentally defeated. His earlier defiance was gone, replaced by despair and a complete lack of will to continue the fight.

Adam knelt and placed his hand on the fractured floor. A faint, golden light emanated from his palm, spreading across the room like ripples on water.

The light coursed through the broken tiles, and slowly, the destruction began to reverse.

Shattered tiles fused together seamlessly, cracks in the walls vanished, and the scattered debris dissolved into the ether.

The space began to transform, no longer resembling a battlefield but a pristine chamber of elegance and power.

As the light continued its work, the very essence of Adam’s power filled the domain. This place, his domain, was an extension of his will—a space where his imagination became reality.

Here, Adam was invincible, a creator with unparalleled control over everything within its bounds.

Within moments, the hall was restored to its former glory. At the center, the metallic chair gleamed like new, standing as a symbol of Adam’s dominion.

Nearby, the bodies of the fallen—both UV1’s clones and others who had perished in the chaos—remained scattered across the floor.

Adam glanced at the lifeless forms. While he could repair the hall, reversing death was beyond his power.

He extended his hand again, and one by one, the bodies began to shimmer and fade, teleported to a different location—a place where they could be honored and laid to rest.

For the survivors, Adam had a different plan. With a wave of his hand, he teleported them to a cultural center, a facility equipped to treat their injuries and provide them with safety.

As the last of the survivors disappeared, the hall grew silent once more. Adam stood alone, his presence commanding yet serene.

The pristine chamber around him was a stark contrast to the carnage that had unfolded just moments earlier.

UV1 remained kneeling, defeated and stripped of his former confidence. Adam regarded him silently, his thoughts unreadable, as the weight of the moment settled over the domain.

The air was still, heavy with the lingering tension of recent events. Adam stood in the center of his restored domain, its once-ruined walls and shattered tiles now gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.

The injured had been sent to the cultural center for treatment, the dead respectfully teleported to their final resting place.

The hall, though eerily quiet, radiated an unshakable sense of control—a reflection of Adam’s power over this domain.

At the far end, UV1 remained kneeling, subdued and silent. But Adam’s attention had shifted.

He turned, walking purposefully toward Ani, who stood near the suspended forms of Mikasa and Pratham. They were encased in a shimmering brown shield, floating midair, unconscious and lifeless.

Ani watched Adam approach with a mix of hope and apprehension. The golden light from Adam’s domain cast soft shadows across her face, highlighting her concern as she gazed at the shielded figures.

"Will they be alright?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Adam’s calm expression didn’t falter. "Don’t worry. They’ll be fine."

He extended his hand toward the shield, his fingers glowing faintly. The brown barrier, seemingly impenetrable, began to crack.

Thin fissures spider-webbed across its surface, growing larger with each passing moment.

The shield groaned, its magical structure resisting for a moment longer before shattering into countless fragments.

With the shield gone, Mikasa and Pratham’s bodies, which had been suspended midair, dropped suddenly to the ground. A soft thud echoed as they landed, jarring them back to consciousness.

Both figures groaned softly, stirring as they regained their senses. Mikasa blinked rapidly, her silver hair clinging to her damp forehead as she tried to orient herself.

Pratham pushed himself up on trembling arms, his dark eyes wide with confusion.

"Where... where are we?" Pratham muttered, his voice hoarse.

Mikasa, still gathering her strength, glanced around the unfamiliar hall.

Her gaze landed on Adam, standing tall and imposing before them, and her breath caught. She elbowed Pratham, who followed her gaze.

Their confusion gave way to shock, and as recognition dawned, they both spoke in unison, their voices filled with awe and disbelief. "Lord Adam..."

Tears welled in their eyes as they struggled to their knees, bowing deeply before Adam. The raw emotion in their actions left Ani momentarily speechless.

Adam’s stern expression softened, his lips twitching into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Still, he couldn’t help but tease them. "You’ve had plenty of time to rest, and yet you’re still wasting it on formalities?"

The gentle reprimand caught both Mikasa and Pratham off guard. They raised their heads slightly, exchanging puzzled glances. It was only then that their surroundings came into sharper focus.

Their gazes shifted toward the kneeling form of UV1 nearby. The sight of him—defeated and trembling—left them stunned.

"That’s... UV1?" Pratham’s voice quivered, his disbelief evident.

Mikasa, equally surprised, nodded slowly. "How... how is this possible?"

Pratham turned to Adam, his expression a mix of gratitude and curiosity. Mustering his courage, he spoke hesitantly. "Lord Adam... if you don’t mind, may I ask you something?"

Adam nodded, his calm demeanor inviting honesty. "Go ahead."

"How long..." Pratham’s voice faltered briefly before he steadied himself. "How long were we trapped in that device?"

Adam’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the weight of his response lingered in the air. "The passage of time doesn’t matter now. You’re free, and things will only get better from here."

The reassuring words brought a sense of peace to Pratham. He exhaled deeply, nodding in silent acceptance as he bowed his head once more.

Adam straightened, his commanding presence unwavering. "Both of you—stand up," he instructed firmly.

Mikasa and Pratham obeyed, rising to their feet with slow, deliberate movements. As they stood, their eyes landed on Ani, who had been quietly observing from the side.

Their reactions were immediate and identical—eyes widening, jaws dropping. "Miss Ani? You’re here too?"

Ani, startled by their recognition, took a step back. "Wait... you know me?"

Pratham was the first to respond, his voice laced with surprise. "Of course we do! But..." He turned back to Adam, his expression shifting to one of mischief. "Lord Adam, does this mean you’ve finally confessed to Miss Ani?"

The question hit Adam like a bolt of lightning. His composure cracked, and for the first time, a faint blush spread across his face. "What? No! Nothing like that!" he exclaimed, his voice slightly louder than intended.

Ani, caught off guard, felt her cheeks flush as well. She glanced away, unsure how to respond to the unexpected turn of events.

Pratham and Mikasa exchanged amused glances, their earlier solemnity momentarily forgotten.

Adam cleared his throat, attempting to regain control of the situation. "Enough of that," he said, his tone firm but tinged with embarrassment.

Still, Ani couldn’t help but wonder what Adam might have told them about her. What did he say? she thought, stealing a quick glance at him. She resolved to ask Pratham and Mikasa later when the moment felt less chaotic.

The hall settled into a strange tranquility, the tension giving way to an odd mixture of relief and lingering questions.

The bond between Adam, Ani, Pratham, and Mikasa felt stronger than ever, forged through trials and the unspoken trust they shared.

For now, Adam stood as the pillar holding them all together—a leader, a protector, and, perhaps, something more.

The Chapter ended with an air of anticipation, the promise of new revelations waiting just beyond the horizon.

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