"I'm on the path to becoming a Monarch."
The mont Adam said those words, Wraith's brow rose slightly. Then, after a long pause, he sighed.
"So that's it." He leaned back, arms crossed. "But that doesn't add up… No one should know they're on the path to becoming a Monarch until they're already on the cusp of being acknowledged—right before they're crowned. And yet, here you are, already aware of it." He exhaled, shaking his head. "You really are sothing else."
He was about to say more, but then—
Sothing felt off.
His fingers twitched. His expression darkened.
At first, he hadn't noticed, but now? Now that he actually thought about it—
There was no hostility in him.
No desire to fight Adam again. No drive to take back the Book of Power. No instinct to leave this world and return to his own.
Nothing.
It was like sothing inside him had shifted—no, changed.
Wraith's jaw clenched. His fists tightened.
"What did you do to ?" His voice was low, sharp—laced with anger.
For a second, it almost felt like he could break free from whatever was happening to him. But then, as quickly as the anger flared—
It was gone.
Snuffed out like a candle.
His body relaxed against his will, and suddenly, his tone softened—like a soldier instinctively falling into place before his commander.
"Tch—!" Wraith gritted his teeth, furious.
This wasn't right. This wasn't him.
Adam, watching all of this unfold, simply raised a brow.
He had noticed it too—the brief flash of anger in Wraith's eyes before it disappeared, replaced by an almost unnatural obedience.
'Does this have sothing to do with him being a reward from the system?' Adam wondered.
The system's response was instant.
[Yes, Host. Since Wraith was a loot drop from your victory, he is now essentially your subordinate. A loyal one.]
Adam blinked.
Then smirked.
"Hah." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Well, that explains a lot."
"Explains what?" Wraith asked Adam.
"Nothing, well since I have you now, you will be my personal library, tell everything you know about the universe." Adam said with a smile as he wants to know about the universe and better prepare himself should in case, he decides to ask the only person he believes has knowledge of the universe.
"No need for to tell you, you have already caught their attention, they will soon summon you, it is only a matter of ti but I assure you, you don't have days, only hours." Wraith said with smirked as he looked up as if waiting for sothing or soone.
Adam frowned when he heard this, "what do you an?" He asked Wraith.
"What I simply an is that, there are greater and powerful forces out there in the universe and they have taken notice to you and will be Summoning you soon to join their leagues and knowing those guys, they don't waste ti." Wraith said before he continued, "also I will advise you trying to resist, you can't, currently, their powers are absolute, you can't do anything about it." Wraith said.
"Explains what?" Wraith asked, narrowing his eyes.
Adam waved him off. "Nothing." Then, with a smirk, he leaned forward. "Anyway, since you're mine now, I think I'll make good use of you. From now on, you're my personal library—tell everything you know about the universe."
If there was anyone who had knowledge beyond this world, it was Wraith. And Adam wanted every last bit of it.
But Wraith just chuckled. "No need."
Adam frowned. "What do you an?"
Wraith's smirk widened as he tilted his head back, gazing upward, almost as if he was expecting sothing. "You've already caught their attention. It won't be long before they summon you. In fact, you don't have days—only hours."
Adam's expression darkened. "Summon ? Who the hell are 'they'?"
Wraith looked at him, amused. "I an exactly what I said. There are greater, far more powerful forces out there—beings that oversee everything. And lucky you, you've piqued their interest." He stretched, cracking his neck before lazily adding, "Knowing them, they won't waste ti. They'll be calling for you soon."
Adam's brows furrowed. "And what if I refuse?"
Wraith scoffed. "Resist? Yeah… not happening." He leaned forward, his smirk turning into sothing almost pitying. "Right now, their power is absolute. You can't fight it. You can't escape it. You're already in their sights, kid."
Adam clicked his tongue. He didn't like this. Not one bit.
"There's no stopping what's coming," Wraith said, arms crossed as he leaned back. "My advice? Handle whatever you need to before you're taken."
Adam let out a sigh. "How much ti do I have?"
Wraith shook his head. "Not much. Those guys don't waste ti. The mont you broke through your Existence Tier and beca Awakened, you were already on their radar."
Adam clicked his tongue. "So, barely any ti, huh?" He nodded to himself. "Alright then… I'll have to leave so parting gifts. And while I'm at it, I might as well put my siblings on the path to becoming Monarchs."
Wraith raised a brow. "That's not sothing you can just—" He stopped.
His eyes widened. His breath hitched.
"What… the hell… is this?"
Right in front of him—out of nowhere—treasures beyond comprehension materialized.
Cores. Orbs. Vials. Artifacts.
A sheer, impossible amount of them.
Each one radiated power—enough to make entire galaxies go to war. Enough to tear families apart. Enough to change the fate of universes.
And Adam…
Adam had just snapped his fingers.
Wraith turned to him, completely stunned. "You… you just—"
Adam smirked. "Well most of this things I have not even seen."
Adam glanced at the mountain of treasures piled up in his bedroom, then casually snapped his fingers again. A single letter materialized, floating gently before resting on top of the heap—his ssage to his family.
"Since I can't escape this, might as well go all in… and beat the crap out of whoever's summoning ." A wicked grin spread across his face.
And then—light exploded around him.
Glowing particles engulfed his body, swirling faster and faster until—
He vanished.
Wraith blinked. "Well, that was anticlimactic." He stretched, finally free after so long, ready to enjoy his new existence—
Until he wasn't.
A force yanked him forward, dragging him into the sa glowing vortex.
"Fucking hell—!"
And just like that, he was gone.
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