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Chapter 240: The Power to Steal

Chapter 240: The Power to Steal

Chapter: The Power to Steal

Adam’s gaze remained fixed on Samuel, his expression a mixture of disbelief and frustration.

He took a deep breath, his voice cutting through the tense silence. "Stop speaking in riddles. Tell me clearly—what are you hiding?"

Samuel’s smirk widened, his composure unshaken. "If you insist," he said with a mocking tone. "I have a skill I stole from an old woman. This skill allows me to observe anyone from afar, no matter where they are."

Listening to Samuel, Adam understands how he was able to watch him at every moment and how he knew about every information that Adam and his friend had.

Adam furrowed his brows, the revelation unsettling. "Even with a skill like that," he countered, "how could you randomly stumble upon me? What are the odds of that?"

Samuel leaned back, his chained hands shifting slightly as he chuckled. "You’re right; it wasn’t random. A while ago, I happened to be using the skill in a place where you were present. Your creations—those psychic spirits—were flying above you. No one else could see them, but I could. That’s how I found you."

Adam’s chest tightened with unease. He realized the mistake he had made, carelessly exposing himself and his creations in public. He clenched his fists, blaming himself for letting his guard down.

"But that still doesn’t explain Christina," Adam pressed, his voice firm. "Why can’t you release her?"

Samuel’s grin didn’t waver as he replied, "Because I can’t. Even if I wanted to, I don’t have the ability to release her."

Adam narrowed his eyes, his frustration mounting. "What do you mean? You expect me to believe you can steal powers but can’t control them? That’s ridiculous."

Samuel shrugged, the nonchalant gesture infuriating. "It’s the truth," he said. "Unlike most power holders who instinctively understand their abilities, I don’t always have full control. My ability to seal isn’t mine—it’s one of the skills I’ve stolen."

Adam’s expression darkened as the pieces began to fall into place. "So, you’re telling me this sealing ability isn’t yours?"

"Exactly," Samuel confirmed. "I’ve told you before—my true power is stealing. All the abilities I possess belong to others. When I steal a skill, I don’t always gain complete knowledge of how it works. I only know enough to use it at a basic level."

Adam rubbed his temple, the weight of Samuel’s revelations pressing down on him. He leaned forward in his chair, his voice low but firm. "Let me get this straight. The ability to seal Christina isn’t yours—it’s something you stole."

Samuel nodded slowly.

Adam frowned, his frustration boiling over. "If you don’t understand these powers, how can you use them responsibly? Do you even know the consequences of your actions?"

Samuel’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by a glimmer of something darker. "I know the consequences all too well," he said, his tone somber. "Every time I steal a power, the original owner dies. It’s not something I can control."

Adam’s eyes widened, a chill running down his spine. "What did you say?"

Samuel’s gaze remained steady, devoid of remorse. "When I take someone’s ability, they die. Whether I want it or not, it’s inevitable."

Adam stared at Samuel, a mix of anger and disgust swirling within him. "You’re trying to tell me you have no choice? That every person you’ve stolen from had to die?"

Samuel said nothing, his silence an unspoken confirmation.

Adam took a step back, his mind racing with thoughts of the lives Samuel had destroyed. His voice, though quiet, carried the weight of his anger.

"If you stopped stealing powers, no one else would die. You make it sound like you’re a victim in all this, but the truth is, you’re the one pulling the trigger every time."

Samuel’s face remained blank, his eyes distant. For the first time, he looked less like the arrogant manipulator and more like a man burdened by the weight of his actions.

"Why do you keep doing it?" Adam asked, his tone softer now, almost pitying.

Samuel didn’t respond. The room fell into an uneasy silence, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Adam turned away, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He had come seeking answers, but all he had found was more questions.

Samuel sat slumped in his chair, his expression betraying discomfort as Adam’s relentless questioning pinned him down.

For the first time, the arrogance on Samuel’s face gave way to an unfamiliar unease. His inability to mask his discomfort made Adam’s gaze grow sharper.

"You’ve never had to take responsibility for your actions before, have you?" Adam asked, his voice laced with disdain. "But now, you don’t have a choice."

Samuel’s unease shifted, replaced by a forced smirk. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with Adam’s. "I think I forgot to mention something important," he said casually.

Adam, seated in his chair with arms folded, tilted his head slightly. His sharp, questioning eyes bored into Samuel’s, demanding clarity. "What are you playing at now?"

Samuel leaned back, a sinister grin stretching across his face. "Don’t you want to know where I got the power to seal someone like Christina?"

Adam’s brows furrowed, his instinct urging him to brace for another revelation. "Go on," he said curtly.

Samuel’s grin widened, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "I stole it. Just a few hours ago, in fact."

Adam’s mind raced as Samuel’s words sank in.

Pieces of a puzzle clicked together in his head, forming a picture he didn’t want to see. He shot up from his chair and stormed toward Samuel, gripping his collar with trembling hands.

"Tell me you’re lying!" Adam demanded, his voice a mixture of rage and desperation.

Samuel’s grin only deepened, his calm demeanor unnerving. "Why would I lie about this?" he asked mockingly. "Do you know who sent that family to me in the first place?"

Adam froze, his grip faltering as the weight of Samuel’s words hit him like a thunderbolt.

The image of the family he and his companions had tracked down flashed through his mind—the lifeless bodies slumped over a dining table, their faces frozen in despair.

Samuel’s laughter cut through the air, harsh and triumphant. "Yes, Adam," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

"You’re the reason they died. It was your decision to investigate them, your actions that led them to me. Their blood is on your hands."

Adam stumbled back, releasing Samuel’s collar. His breaths grew ragged as guilt and disbelief twisted together in his chest.

"No... that can’t be true," he whispered, the words more for himself than for Samuel.

But deep down, Adam knew there was truth to Samuel’s claim. He sank back into his chair, his mind drowning in self-reproach. Their deaths are my fault. I led them to him. I’m the reason they’re gone.

The suffocating silence was broken by the sound of a sharp slap. Samuel’s head snapped to the side, the echo of the impact reverberating through the room.

Hovering beside him, Sona glared at him with fiery intensity. Her hand was still raised from the slap, her expression unyielding. "That’s enough," she snapped.

Before Samuel could recover, Zero stepped forward, gripping his collar and shoving him back into the chair. Samuel groaned, his defiance momentarily subdued.

Adam lifted his head, his eyes meeting Sona’s for a moment. Her firm intervention jolted him from his spiral of guilt. I can’t let him manipulate me like this. That’s exactly what he wants.

Adam exhaled deeply, steeling himself. Rising to his feet, he returned to his chair, his composure slowly returning. "You’re trying to throw me off balance," he said, his voice steady again. "But I’m not falling for it."

Samuel smirked, though the slap had drained some of his bravado. "Believe whatever you want," he said dismissively.

Adam folded his arms, his eyes narrowing. "Let me ask you something, Samuel. Why did you kill the entire family? If all you needed was one person’s power, why slaughter everyone?"

Samuel’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, serious expression. "I didn’t kill them," he said, his voice low.

Adam’s disbelief was evident. "What are you saying? Their bodies—"

"I showed them mercy," Samuel interrupted, his tone devoid of remorse. "They were already broken. They had to watch their child die in front of them, powerless to stop it. I did them a favor by sending them to the afterlife together."

Adam stared at him, his stomach twisting at Samuel’s warped sense of mercy. "You call that mercy?" he spat, disgusted.

Samuel’s gaze remained steady, unflinching. "They were desperate, Adam. Broken beyond repair. I gave them peace."

Adam’s jaw tightened as he realized the full extent of Samuel’s delusion. "You’re nothing but a psychopath," he said, his voice cold. "You justify your actions with twisted logic to avoid admitting what you are—a killer drunk on power."

Samuel said nothing, his silence more chilling than any response.

Adam leaned forward, his determination hardening. "You think you’re in control, but you’re not. And I’ll make sure you never hurt anyone else again."

The room fell silent, the tension thick as a storm cloud. Samuel’s façade of arrogance cracked ever so slightly, revealing a flicker of doubt.

End of Chapter.

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