CHAPTER 11
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2024-09-04 04:15:21

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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