"But…" Andre hesitated. "She disappeared 19 years ago. No one's seen her since."
For the briefest mont, sothing flickered across Thomas' face—sothing close to concern. It was gone in an instant, but Mira caught it.
"You know sothing, don't you?" she asked, eyes narrowing.
Thomas shook his head. "It's nothing." Without another word, he turned and walked away, heading deeper into the scene.
Mira watched him go, her frown deepening. His sudden shift in deanor, the way he dismissed her question so quickly—she knew him well enough to tell. He definitely knows sothing. But she let it go for now and returned to her own investigation.
anwhile, Thomas crouched near the frozen chains, running his fingers over the shattered links. To the average investigator, it looked like nothing more than ice-covered tal. But to him, it was a puzzle waiting to be solved.
He closed his eyes for a mont, letting his ability work. Intuitive Aptitude wasn't just about knowledge—it was understanding. He didn't just see the pieces; he saw how they fit together.
His mind raced as he analyzed the scene.
The ice: Not naturally ford. Too precise, too controlled. This wasn't so basic cryokinesis—it was on another level.
The chains: Reinforced with an unknown alloy, supposed to be unbreakable. And yet, they weren't just broken. They were fractured at a molecular level.
The blood splatter: Small droplets, not a fatal wound. Whoever was injured, they weren't dying. More importantly… the blood wasn't frozen. That ant the ice user was either skilled enough to avoid it—or wasn't in full control of their power yet.
Thomas smirked. "Interesting."
He stood up and turned, his eyes scanning the rest of the factory. His ability kicked in again, highlighting subtle details no one else noticed—the slight drag marks on the ground, the heat signature lingering in the air from fire-based abilities, and… footprints.
There were two distinct sets. One belonged to the unconscious man from the Blackveil family. The other was lighter, quicker—whoever it was had left in a hurry.
"Looks like soone had an awakening," Thomas muttered to himself. His mind was already piecing everything together, but one thing stuck out. The ice. The fire.
It was too similar to the Queen of Cryo-Pyrokinesis.
Thomas sighed, rubbing his temples. Could it be her children? Alfred and Aria had abilities just like hers, while the older one, Adam… He frowned. Adam doesn't take after her at all. He resembles soone else entirely—the President's son. The so-called Monster of the Federation.
That was a problem. A big problem.
Just as he was lost in thought, a voice snapped him out of it.
"You look like you're overthinking again," Mira said, stepping up behind him.
Thomas smirked. "What can I say? I'm always trying to figure out how to win your heart."
Mira rolled her eyes. "You're insufferable." She ignored his grin and pulled out a sleek, high-tech device. "With this, I confird there were ten people here. Two of them had energy signatures similar to the Blackveil Matriarch—probably her kids. That guy over there—" she nodded toward the unconscious Garrick "—was also here. The rest? Unknown. But two of them are the fire and ice awakeners that showed up tonight."
Thomas raised a brow as he got a better look at the device. "That's the latest tech from the Silvermane family… the Spectra-9 Scanner. Didn't think the President would hand sothing that advanced over to scouts."
Mira shrugged. "She had no choice. That X-rank awakener who shook the world yesterday? She's not taking any chances. We're under pressure to track them down—fast."
Thomas noted her serious tone but didn't dwell on it. Instead, his eyes drifted upward, locking onto the rooftop of the abandoned factory. His smirk returned.
"Well, good luck with that," he said casually, turning on his heel and heading for his car.
Mira frowned. "What—? That's it?"
"Oh, and you can keep the Blackveil prisoner," Thomas added as he opened his car door. "I have no use for him. Maybe he'll be more helpful to you."
With that, he got in, started the engine, and drove off, his smirk never fading.
"That bastard," Mira muttered, clenching her fist.
Andre glanced at Garrick, still unconscious on the ground. "Did he just call that guy a prisoner?"
"Yeah," Mira said, walking over and grabbing Garrick by the collar. "A cri happened here, and he's the only one left standing—well, sort of. So, of course, he's a prisoner." With a grunt, she lifted him and dumped him into the backseat. "This is so not in my job description."
She climbed into the car, and Andre quickly followed, starting the engine and driving them out of the abandoned factory.
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anwhile, Adam lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing.
"Aria and I both awakened at death's door… and now Alfred and Aria have awakened too. That has to an sothing. If our abilities co from our parents, then that ans they were superhumans too. And if that's true… their deaths might not be as simple as they seed."
He let out a slow breath. "I have to get stronger," he murmured. "Just like that shadow woman said… and lucky for , I have a way to do it."
With that, he pulled up his stats.
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[Stats]
Na: Adam Dhark
Bloodline: Unknown
Race: Human (?)
Existence Tier: Unawakened
Physique: 20
ntal: 20
Soul: 20
Abilities:
Creation of All Things [Lvl 1]
Regeneration [Lvl 2]
Seeker's Sense [Lvl 1]
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"But I'm at the limit of my race," Adam muttered, deep in thought. "If I want to get stronger, I need to evolve past it."
Just then, his system responded.
[You can create a Racial Limit-Breaking Pill. But with the current level of [Creation of All Things], you can only make low to high-tier pills—enough to break your limit three tis. Alternatively, you could train your abilities like humans in this world do, but that would be inefficient. Your current abilities won't increase your stats, and you can't level up [Creation of All Things] that way. Your best option is to evolve your race.]
Adam blinked in surprise. "Wait… you can talk?"
[Of course. I just didn't see the need to until now.]
Adam chuckled. "Well, that's new." He thought about it for a mont, then nodded. "Alright. I'll take your advice. I'll create the pill… and while I'm at it, I'll make so fruits to boost my abilities. Oh, and a device to block my aura and… maybe my screams."
He closed his eyes, focusing. In his mind, he envisioned everything: the pills, the fruits, and the device. A mont later—
Thunk!
Bottles filled with pills appeared on his bed, looking like sothing straight out of a cultivation novel. Next to them, two baskets of strange, glowing fruits. And beside that, a sleek, futuristic-looking device.
Adam smirked. "Well… here goes nothing."
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