Creation Of All Things-Chapter 38: Alice Meets Adam

A Few Minutes Before Adam Appeared in the Midst of the Gangs

"Oi, what are you two doing on the rooftop?"

Alice and Joshua froze.

A voice—smooth, yet sharp—cut through the quiet night like a blade.

Slowly, they turned.

A man stood behind them, cloaked in black, his presence so subtle that neither of them had noticed him until he spoke.

Joshua felt his heart skip a beat.

Alice, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes. How the hell did he get this close without me noticing?

Then, recognition flickered in Joshua's eyes, and Adam tilted his head slightly.

"Wait, I know you." Adam's gaze locked onto Joshua. "You're the cop from last time. What are you still doing here? I figured my little display of strength would've scared you off."*

Joshua clenched his jaw but said nothing.

Adam's eyes shifted to Alice, studying her for a second before speaking again.

"And you… I don't know you, but from what I see, you're not the type to seek out danger. So why are you here? And more importantly, why'd you drag him along?"

Alice and Joshua stiffened.

They hadn't said a word about how they got here.

"How do you know that?" Alice asked, her mind racing. She tried to place his voice—had they met before?

Adam let out a low chuckle.

"Simple." He pointed at Joshua. "If you were there last time, then there's no way in hell you'd willingly come anywhere near where I'd show up again. That means she brought you."*

He turned back to Alice, his sharp eyes gleaming under the moonlight.

"And you… the moment I spoke, you flinched. Not because you recognized me, but because you were trying to figure out whether I'm a good guy or a bad guy."*

Alice remained silent, feeling her pulse quicken.

"Even now, you're calculating your chances of making it out alive if things go sideways. But here's the kicker—you're not worried about him dying. You believe he'll make it out. Which means one thing…"*

Adam's smirk widened beneath his mask.

"You're a superhuman."

Alice's eyes widened.

Joshua turned to her, completely stunned. "You're a—?"

"Not the time." Alice cut him off, still staring at Adam, mind racing. Who the hell is this guy?

Adam exhaled, looking away, scanning the area.

"Well, don't worry. I'm not here for you."

He took a step forward, the air around him shifting.

"But you should keep him safe." His voice dropped slightly. "Things are about to get real messy."*

Alice followed his gaze. He wasn't just looking at the warehouse—he was sensing something.

No… someone.

A lot of them.

She tensed. We're surrounded.

But before she could say another word—

WHOOSH!

Adam launched himself off the rooftop, disappearing into the darkness below.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Joshua turned to Alice, still in shock. "You're a superhuman?"

Alice sighed, rubbing her temples. "Yeah. And I'll explain later."*

Her gaze remained fixed on the spot where Adam had just vanished.

"But first, I need to know who the hell that guy is."

Present Time

Adam's eyes swept over the gathered enemies before landing on Becca. He let out a sigh.

"You're mistaken." His voice was calm, almost bored. "You're the ones who are falling."

Becca groaned, rubbing her temples. "Enough with the talking already."

She turned to the side. "Hey, get the damn artifact ready. Let's beat the shit out of him so I can get some rest before Young Miss Alexandria calls me again."*

"For once, I agree with the lazy bum," Drake chimed in, cracking his knuckles. "I can't wait to smash my fist into his face and rip that mask off."

At that moment, Anya gestured toward a young man standing nearby. In his hands was an object—one that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly glow.

It was a jagged crystal, deep crimson in color, like frozen blood. Sharp, vein-like cracks pulsed along its surface, each one leaking a sinister black mist that seemed to twist unnaturally in the air. The very sight of it made the atmosphere feel heavier, as if the air itself was suffocating under its presence.

The young man pressed his palm against the artifact and poured his energy into it.

WHOOOM!

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A surge of power erupted outward. The warehouse trembled as its aura expanded, enveloping everything in its grasp.

Adam blinked.

Then he felt it.

His abilities—gone.

Like a switch had been flipped, like a part of him had been cut off.

A slow smirk spread across Anya's lips. "How do you feel now? Powerless?"

For a second, Adam was silent.

Then—

"Pfft—"

He chuckled.

Then it grew into laughter.

And then—

—he burst into a full-blown, maniacal laugh.

"Wait, wait—" He held his stomach, still laughing. "This is your big plan? Seal my abilities and fight me when I'm 'handicapped'? HAH!"*

The room fell into silence, confusion spreading across the faces of the Blackveil elites.

Then, Adam stopped laughing.

"You guys have no idea how wrong you are."

He stepped forward, the floor beneath him cracking from the sheer force of his movement.

"I don't need my abilities to beat you."*

The air around him shifted.

A low, rumbling pressure began to build—like a storm before it explodes.

"Hell, you don't even know what my abilities are, and you think that can stop me?"

The ground beneath his feet splintered as his aura surged, rising like a tidal wave before—

BOOM!

The sheer force of it exploded outward.

The weaker ones collapsed instantly, their knees slamming into the floor. The others staggered back, eyes wide, unable to believe what they were feeling.

Becca clenched her fists. "What…?"

She turned to Anya, her voice sharp. "I thought you said his ability was boosting his physical strength! So why is he still this strong?!"

Anya's hands tightened into fists. She had thought the same thing.

"I… was wrong."

Her gaze locked onto Adam, who stood at the center of it all—unfazed, unmoved.

"Just what kind of monster is he…?"

Drake, on the other hand, didn't care. If anything, his blood was boiling.

"Forget all that!" He rolled his shoulders, a wide grin stretching across his face. "I just wanna break his damn head!"

Adam's masked face turned toward him.

And then—

"All of you—"

His voice rang through the warehouse, filled with wild excitement.

"COME AT ME!"

The fight hadn't even started.

But the thrill of battle was already making his blood sing.