All Chapters of Adrian Cole; Return of the Lost Heir: Chapter 51
- Chapter 60
78 chapters
Extraordinary
CHAPTER 51Adrian stood before Dr. Aldric Arvan, his presence calm, unshakable, yet radiating an invisible force that pressed against the air itself. The man he faced had already crushed presidents, shattered Level-2 masters, and stood here with a near-black aura that could suffocate the unprepared. But Adrian wasn’t afraid. Not in the slightest.Dr. Arvan burst out laughing, a cold, echoing sound that reverberated through the hall. “So, this is the boy,” he said, voice dripping with amusement and contempt. “You’ve walked right into my hands. Perfect. I can settle all my grudges at once.”His laughter boomed like a drum of malice, drawing every eye. Even seasoned elders instinctively flinched. Yet Adrian’s expression remained unreadable. He merely tilted his head slightly, assessing, calculating.Before Dr. Arvan could finish speaking, Adrian’s hand twitched imperceptibly. Just a single ripple of mental force—subtle, almost casual. But in that moment, the invisible storm stirred.BOOM
Exposed
CHAPTER 52Dr. Aldric Arvan lay collapsed on the polished marble floor, his breath shallow, his mental force shattered beyond repair. The once-dominant Level-3 doctor now resembled nothing more than a broken vessel—spine bent, aura dissipated, eyes flickering with dread and disbelief.Adrian approached him with slow, measured steps, each tap of his heel echoing through the silent hall. Every onlooker watched with bated breath. The boy who wasn’t even “Level-2” had not only resisted a Level-3—he had destroyed him.But Adrian wasn’t done.He crouched beside the fallen doctor, eyes narrowing. The dark energy residue still lingered on Arvan’s aura, faint but unmistakable. And something else—fear. Not fear of Adrian… but fear of something behind him.Adrian’s voice cut through the stillness, calm yet chilled with purpose.“Before you die uselessly,” he said, “you’re going to answer something.”Dr. Arvan trembled. “W-what…?”Adrian leaned closer, his shadow falling across the man’s face.“W
Be our President
CHAPTER 53The hall was still buzzing with the aftershocks of Dr. Aldric Arvan’s death. The oppressive pressure he had once commanded had vanished completely, swallowed by the overwhelming force Adrian had unleashed. It was as though the very air had been freed from chains. People inhaled deeply, their breaths shaking, minds struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.President Alistair Renford was still kneeling on the ground. His limbs trembled uncontrollably. Every breath he took quivered with disbelief, with awe, with a fear he could not hide no matter how hard he tried. The man who had been the pillar of Medical City, the iron-blooded President known for his pride, raised his head slowly… and stared at Adrian with eyes filled with a complicated mixture of humiliation and reverence.His lips trembled.“Y-Your mental force…” he whispered, voice unsteady as though his throat itself was shaking. “Is it… Level-4?”He swallowed hard. His next words barely made it out.“Or… i
Interesting
CHAPTER 54The hall remained suspended in a fragile silence.Adrian stood at the center, calm yet thoughtful, as dozens of eyes watched him with anticipation bordering on reverence. The plea for him to become President-General still lingered in the air, heavy and unresolved. Elders knelt. Vice Presidents bowed. Catherine stood among them, her gaze never leaving his back.Adrian was not ignorant of their expectations.He simply hadn’t decided.Titles meant little to him—but he also understood what refusing might mean. Power vacuums were dangerous. And the Medical City, having just purged a monster like Aldric Arvan, stood at a crossroads.Just as Adrian parted his lips to speak—The doors to the grand hall exploded open.BANG.A thunderous echo rolled across the chamber as a line of armored guards stormed in, boots striking the marble in perfect rhythm. Their presence alone carried authority—sharp, disciplined, and merciless. Each wore insignia that made even elders stiffen instinctive
Threat
CHAPTER 55The moment Adrian’s words settled into the hall—I accept the challenge—the silence that followed was not awe, but disbelief.Varric Ventress stared at him as if he had just heard a joke too absurd to process.Then he laughed.Not loudly. Not mockingly.But slowly—deep and dangerous.“You?” Varric said, shaking his head. “Face all seven?”He took a step forward, his presence immediately suffocating the nearby elders. “Boy, do you even understand what you just agreed to?”Adrian didn’t respond immediately. His calmness only deepened the irritation burning in Varric’s chest.Varric lifted a hand, silencing the murmurs that were beginning to swell.“The people I’m talking about,” he said coldly, “are not doctors who hide behind city walls. They are not bureaucrats. They are not politicians dressed as healers.”His eyes sharpened.“They are explorers. Pioneers. Monsters.”The hall stirred uneasily.“They crossed borders long before most of you were born,” Varric continued. “They
Silence
CHAPTER 56The tension in the hall had not yet dissipated when Freya moved.It wasn’t sudden panic.It wasn’t rage.It was calculation.Her eyes hardened, and in that instant, the refined calm she had maintained cracked—just slightly. A surge of force power gathered around her, sharp and controlled, far beyond what most in the hall could muster.She struck.The movement was fast, decisive—an elite practitioner’s attack aimed not to kill, but to subdue. The air warped as her force surged toward Adrian, carrying enough power to break bones and crush organs.But before the attack even fully formed—Adrian raised a single finger.There was no explosion.No dramatic clash.Just a tap.The force collapsed.Freya’s body froze mid-motion, then was hurled sideways like a discarded doll. She smashed into the far wall with a thunderous crack, stone fracturing behind her as her body slid down and collapsed to the floor.The hall erupted.“Freya—!” “She attacked first!” “She was blown away with on
Distant
CHAPTER 57Adrian moved without haste.In the midst of the shattered authority, the kneeling guards, the trembling elders, and the suffocating silence that clung to the hall like smoke, he walked to the nearest high-backed chair and sat down.Not stiffly.Not cautiously.He sat as a king would—relaxed, one arm resting against the side, posture casual yet unmistakably commanding.His coat settled around him as if the chair itself had been waiting.A faint smile touched his lips.“I have to admit,” Adrian said calmly, his voice echoing through the vast hall, “I enjoy scenes like this.”Several elders stiffened.“I enjoy watching people who trample others,” he continued, eyes drifting lazily toward Varric Ventress, “finally taste their own medicine.”The words landed like a verdict.Varric Ventress was already shaking violently. Sweat soaked through his robes, dripping from his chin to the marble floor. His breath came in short, panicked gasps. The man who had arrived moments ago like a
out
CHAPTER 58Freya slowly straightened her back.The humiliation on her father’s face, the fear in the hall, the way Adrian sat as if everything were already decided—it all burned into her pride like acid.Her voice cut through the silence, sharp and resolute.“In the Ventress family,” she said coldly, “we do not accept defeat.”Every head turned.“What you are doing here,” Freya continued, eyes locked on Adrian, “is not just humiliating my father. You are challenging our entire family.”A ripple of tension swept through the hall.She took a step forward, her presence regaining its edge. “You accepted my father’s challenge. Very well. I will triple it.”Gasps erupted instantly.“Triple…?” “What does she mean—”Freya’s lips curved into a cruel smile.“You won’t be facing seven anymore,” she declared. “You’ll face twenty-one.”The hall froze.“Twenty-one… immortals.”The words slammed into the room like a death sentence.“These are not ordinary cultivators,” Freya continued, her voice car
Traveling
CHAPTER 59Night had already settled when Adrian returned to his residence.The city lights below glittered like a distant sea, unaware of the storm gathering above it. Inside the house, everything was silent—too silent. The kind of silence that followed decisive moments, when the world paused before something irreversible.Adrian loosened his coat and placed it over the back of a chair. His movements were unhurried, precise. Anyone watching would think nothing weighed on his mind.But beneath that calm exterior, his thoughts moved steadily.Seven days.Twenty-one immortals.The Ventress family.Before he could sit, the door opened softly.Isabella Reyes stepped inside.She was dressed simply, but her presence filled the room immediately. Her expression was sharp, eyes carrying restrained anger beneath her usual composure.“Young Master,” she said, bowing her head slightly. “I heard what happened at the Medical Center banquet.”Adrian turned to face her. “That was fast.”“The Ventress
The visit
CHAPTER 60The car came to a quiet stop at the foot of the mountain.Adrian stepped out slowly, shutting the door behind him. The night air was thin and cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Above him, the mountain rose like a silent giant, its peak hidden among drifting clouds.He lifted his gaze.Memories surged instantly.This mountain was not just stone and soil—it was sweat, pain, and discipline. It was where he had spent countless days leaping across cliffs, running until his legs trembled, collapsing only to rise again. Where his master’s voice echoed endlessly, demanding perfection not just in acupuncture, but in the body itself.“Medicine without strength is weakness,” his master used to say.“And strength without restraint is destruction.”Adrian scoffed softly.“So dramatic,” he muttered.He rolled his shoulders once, then decided—on impulse—to test himself.Without ceremony, he stepped forward and leapt.His body moved instinctively, pushing off the rocky