Doctor Bryan out of fear was about to turn it off but then Adam's thunderous voice commanded. "No! Don't turn it off, I want my memories, I want it all!!" He yelled as forceful tears escaped from his eyes and his veins bulged out.
As the boot reached 100% Adam broke the belt with his bear strength, all the electricity sparked and went off for some seconds before restoring back to power. Stacey smiled emotionally, this was the Adam she knew incredibly strong and powerful. "Are you okay Lord Adam?" She asked but he kept silent, breathing heavily, he fell on the floor but supported himself with his arms, Stacey ran to help him up but he gestured her to stop. "I remember now. I remember who I am. I am Lord Adam Manchester, the supreme general of Coastal Flair and the Warlord of this nation!" Adam roared so loudly that it felt like the room couldn't contain the pressure, Stacey and Bryan had to cover their ears with their hands, they were also high cultivators, normal humans would have died from that amount of energy. "Yes. He's back." An emotional tear ran down her cheek. After Adam regained his memories back, the next step was treatment. He was taken to a private room, where doctor Bryan and four other of the world's most powerful healers gathered together to heal his body. Few minutes before the treatment, Stacey walked in. "Lord Adam, she bowed slightly." Adam replied with a gesture. "Your ex in-laws caused you this. Grant me your permission to consign their souls to the depths of Hades. Let them rot in eternal darkness." She growled her eyes blazing with uncontained rage. She still couldn't forgive herself letting her master go through such humiliation. She was nothing before she met Adam, he taught her everything she knew, and made her who she was today. And still she had failed to protect him, to serve him right. Verbal threats to the Supreme General was already an offense punishable by death, not to mention harming him physically, the punishment would be unimaginable. She was going to burn down the entire Odia family. But Adam stopped her. "No, don't do anything Stacey, the Odias are mine. I will personally have my revenge, death is too easy for them." Adam's declaration was punctuated by a fierce clenching of his fist, his knuckles whitening as he strained against his own rage. The tension threatened to shatter his fingers, but he held on, channeling his fury. "I have more news," Stacey said, her voice barely a whisper, her head lowered as if weighed down by the weight of the world. The sadness etched on her face was a clear signal, and Adam's heart sank, a heavy dread settling in his chest. "My mother... she didn't make it, did she?" The words escaped his lips, heavy and hollow, as if he already knew the answer. Stacey shook her head slowly, the tears glistening in her eyes betraying the anguish she felt for him. In an instant, a dark fury ignited within Adam, an inferno of rage that transformed his demeanor. The air around him thickened, crackling with a palpable tension, as he stood tall, his presence radiating danger. "I'll destroy every bit of them," he vowed, his voice a low growl that echoed with the weight of his power. Each word was charged with a promise of vengeance, as the pain of loss twisted within him, fueling a relentless anger that demanded blood. "How long is the treatment going to take doctor Bryan?" Adam enquired. "I can't say for sure Supreme General, but it should take approximately 6 months. The nerves responsible for the mobility of your legs are destroyed, however you have a strong regenerative ability. And together with an ancient healing method and modern technology. We'll be able to figure something out. We will make you walk again." Doctor Bryan assured. "That's all I need to know. Get to work." **** Adam lay unconscious, his mind seething with rage. They thought him weak, helpless. But they were dead wrong. Doctor Bryan, renowned as Coastal Flair's greatest modern doctor, had been working tirelessly to save him. "The greatest Asian healer, African herbalist, European healer, and North America's master healer joined forces to create a formula that regenerates nerves," he had explained. "And it's working." With each passing day, week, and month, Adam's hunger for revenge grew. He was done being the weak Adam Forest, the Odia family's worthless son-in-law. He would rise anew as Adam Manchester, the God of War. Almond City had treated him like dirt, despite his innocence. But now, he would make them pay. The Odias who had destroyed his life, the police who had beaten him senseless, and the doctor who had stood by and watched his mother die – no one would be spared. Adam promised himself, he would come back for them all. They would feel his wrath. He would destroy Almond City, reduce it to rubble, and make its people suffer for what they had done to him. Soon, he would rise. And when he did... HE WOULD UNLEASH HELL UPON THE CITY. His Revenge Awaits
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The Next NightIt was 11:30 PM when the intel finally came through.Inside the Silver Squad’s secure briefing room, the air was heavy. Dim lights cast shadows across sharp faces. The hum of a holographic map pulsed softly in the center of the table, blue light washing over them.The squad was locked in, their expressions tight, jaws clenched. No one cracked a smile here. Not tonight.Adam stood at the head, arms crossed, watching, listening. His sharp grey eyes never missed a detail.Ivy, the team’s strategist, leaned over the table, fingers tapping against the map. “We’ve got movement,” she began, her voice steady but low, the tension riding under her words. “Matches Cross Blood activity. Remote site. Thirty miles out — old industrial zone, tucked in the forest. Energy readings are off the charts. Heavy electronic jamming, just like the last one.”Mira’s eyes narrowed. “Presidential intel backs this up?”Ivy gave a short nod. “Confirmed. Surveillance drones caught enough. It’s anothe
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The presidential banquet was already in full swing by the time Adam and Mira entered the grand hall.The room was nothing short of extravagant. The crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a soft golden glow across the polished marble floors. A live orchestra played softly in the background, and servers in crisp uniforms moved elegantly through the crowd, offering glasses of wine and hors d'oeuvres.Only the country’s top elites were present.Military generals, powerful politicians, corporate moguls, and foreign diplomats filled the room. Their tailored suits and glittering jewelry were a silent display of wealth and influence. Conversations buzzed around the hall, most of them carefully measured and polite.However, the moment Adam walked in beside Mira, the atmosphere shifted subtly.Many of the guests paused mid-sentence, their eyes drifting toward him. Some looked curious, a few frowned in confusion, while others quickly whispered among themselves.Unlike the others, Adam’s
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The rain hadn’t stopped, but neither had the engines.Ray City, Presidential District. The convoy cut through the night, blacked-out SUVs trailing behind as they approached the heart of national power.President Ryan Crowne stood by the window of the presidential suite, watching the armored vehicles roll in. His reflection stared back—gray at the temples, eyes sharp from years navigating war, politics, and survival.But tonight, there was no hiding the relief on his face.The door opened. His daughter, pale but alive, was wheeled in—her weak eyes locking onto her father’s.Ryan crossed the room in seconds, kneeling beside her. “You’re safe,” he whispered, voice thick. “You’re safe because of him.”Behind them, Adam stepped in.Combat boots. Plain dark clothes. His expression unreadable, his presence undeniable—for those with the sense to feel it.President Ryan straightened, extending a hand. “You’ve done more than I can repay, General.”Adam shook his hands with a nod. "It's my duty,
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Across the black waters of Ray City Bay, buried beneath the earth like a sleeping beast, alarms screamed.Cross Blood Headquarters.Steel walls reinforced with cultivation-grade alloys. Surveillance grids pulsing. Soldiers everywhere—armed, armored, eyes hard behind their masks.But none of them were the true threat.No—the real monsters stirred below.In a darkened war room, lit only by flickering holo-screens, General Voren stood like a shadow made flesh. His black armor gleamed with crimson sigils—the mark of one of the Seven Heads of Cross Blood.Footage looped across the largest screen.One man. No weapons. Only his fists.Tearing through Cross Blood soldiers like they were nothing but glass in a storm.Voren’s eyes narrowed, molten red pupils glowing brighter with every frame.The officer beside him was pale. Voice trembling. “He… he wiped out the entire convoy. Neutralized two strike teams. Intercepted the transport… rescued the girl.”Voren didn’t blink.Another officer whispe
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Adam had already set the silver squad at their Target location.His eyes locked onto the convoy below—a fleet of matte-black transport trucks rolling down the abandoned industrial highway, escorted by armed guards in reinforced armor.“Project Phantom,” Adam muttered, perched atop a crumbling radio tower.Through the scope of his rifle, he could see them. Dozens of soldiers. No insignias, no faces—just masks and modified gear.Cross Blood's elite.Behind him, a faint voice crackled through his earpiece.“Visual confirmed. Squad in position.”It was Ivy. Cold. Sharp. Reliable.Adam didn’t flinch. His voice stayed steady. “We take the transport at sector seven. No witnesses. Get ready.”A low hum filled the air as Mira’s voice came next, buried in static. “EMP is ready. Say the word.”Below, the lead truck carried something dangerous.Adam’s intel was clear—the prototype wasn’t human.Modified. Engineered. Enhanced.But what chilled him most wasn’t what was inside…It was the faint memo
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A storm brewed over the dark skyline of Ray City. Neon lights flickered across the glass towers as rain hit the streets like scattered bullets.Inside the Presidential Safehouse—a private fortress deep beneath the city—five figures sat in silence around a metal table. The air was sharp with tension, thick with unspoken fears.At the head of the table, President Ryan’s face looked drained. His silver hair stuck to his temples, and deep lines creased his forehead. On the screen behind him flickered an image that had brought the nation to its knees:The President’s daughter, tied to a chair. Bruised. Pale. A Cross Blood insignia burned into her collarbone.The room’s only door opened with a hiss.Bootsteps echoed.Everyone turned.A man stepped inside—broad shoulders, sharp eyes, dressed in a black combat jacket with no insignia.it was Adam.The Supreme General himself, ghost of the battlefield. The president have been awaiting his visit for weeks after he heard he was in the city.Now,
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