2026-06-22 02:07:27Adam Swift's POV
The moment I stepped into the bar, silence swept through the room. The luxurious hall was filled with businessmen, politicians, and bodyguards.
Music still played softly in the background, but the atmosphere had changed. Everyone could sense it. Something was wrong. My eyes immediately landed on General Otti.
He stood near the center of the room, towering over Wilson Carter and his family.
Wilson was kneeling on the floor. His wife was crying. His daughter clung desperately to his arm. The sight made my stomach twist.
Ten years had passed, yet some things never changed. Men like Otti still used power to crush the weak.
The general suddenly raised his hand. Slap!
Wilson's head snapped to the side. The sound echoed through the hall.
"You dare refuse me?" Otti roared.
Wilson struggled to keep his balance. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Please..." he begged.
"I've already given you everything."
"Not enough." Otti grabbed him by the collar and yanked him upward.
The businessman groaned in pain. His daughter rushed forward.
"Stop!" Tears streamed down her face. "Please don't hurt my father!"
For a brief second, Otti glanced at her. Then he laughed. A cold, heartless laugh.
The kind that belonged to monsters.
Wilson's wife dropped to her knees. "We beg you."
Otti ignored her completely. Instead, he reached into his jacket. A sharp knife appeared in his hand. Gasps spread throughout the room. Wilson's face turned pale. The businessman knew exactly what was coming. Otti smiled cruelly.
"Perhaps your death will teach others a lesson."
The knife rose. Wilson closed his eyes. His wife screamed. His daughter cried uncontrollably. And then—
A flash of silver crossed the room. Swish! The knife never came down.vInstead, a horrifying scream echoed through the hall.
"AAAAHHHH!"
Everyone froze. Otti staggered backward.
Blood exploded from his wrist. The knife slipped from his fingers and clattered across the floor. His severed wrist landed nearby.
For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody understood what had happened.
Then Otti looked at the bloody stump where his hand used to be. His face twisted in agony.
"My hand!"
The entire room erupted into chaos. People stumbled backward. Tables overturned. Glasses shattered.
Otti dropped to his knees, clutching the wound. His eyes burned with fury.
"Who did that?" His voice shook with rage.
"WHO DID THAT?"
I stepped forward. The crowd instinctively moved aside. My black coat swayed behind me. Each step echoed through the silent hall. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The room watched me approach. Fear spread across countless faces. I stopped several feet away from Otti.
Then I spoke. "Don't do anything foolish."
The calmness in my voice somehow made the room even quieter. Otti stared at me. His eyes narrowed. I slowly removed my gloves. Then I lifted my head.
For the first time, my face was fully visible beneath the shadows. The moment Otti saw me, confusion appeared in his eyes. Then anger. Then uncertainty.
"You..." His breathing became heavier. "Who are you?"
I smiled. Not warmly. Not kindly. The smile of a man who had waited ten years for this moment.
"A ghost from your past."
Otti's expression darkened. "I don't know you."
"No." I took another step forward. "But I know you."
The room remained silent. Everyone watched the confrontation unfold.
"I know exactly who you are." My voice grew colder. "You led the ambush ten years ago."
Otti froze. The color drained from his face.
"You hunted a father." I took another step. "You hunted two children." Another step. "And tonight, I finally found you."
For the first time, fear appeared in Otti's eyes. A small amount. But enough. Then his expression hardened.
"Kill him!"
The order exploded from his mouth. Immediately, dozens of bodyguards reacted. Click. Click. Click.
The sound of weapons being cocked echoed through the room. Black pistols appeared from every direction. Their barrels pointed directly at me.
Wilson's daughter gasped. His wife covered her mouth. Many guests began running toward the exits. The bodyguards smirked. One man stepped forward.
"You're dead."
Bang! The first shot rang out. The bullet never touched me. I moved before the trigger was fully pulled.
Years of battlefield experience had transformed my body beyond ordinary limits. To the crowd, it looked like I vanished. The shooter blinked. Confused.
Then suddenly—
I appeared in front of him. His eyes widened. "What—"
My hand struck his throat. Crack. The sound of bone breaking echoed through the room. The guard collapsed instantly.
Before his body touched the floor, I was already moving.
The second gunman fired. Bang! Bang! Bang!
I slipped between the bullets. The distance disappeared in an instant. My elbow smashed into his chest. Crunch! Several ribs shattered.
The man flew backward across a table. Screams erupted everywhere. Panic consumed the hall.
The third attacker charged forward with a combat knife. I caught his wrist. Twisted.
Snap! His arm broke instantly. His scream filled the room. Then I struck his neck. He collapsed unconscious. Three men down.
The others hesitated.
For the first time, doubt entered their minds. Who was this monster? Who could move this fast? Who could destroy trained fighters so effortlessly? I stood among the fallen men. Completely calm. Completely composed. Not a single wrinkle had appeared on my suit.
The remaining bodyguards exchanged nervous glances. Some took a step backward. Others tightened their grip on their weapons. None of them wanted to be next.
Otti stared at me in horror. His body trembled. The confidence from earlier had vanished completely. He looked at the bodies scattered across the floor.
Then back at me. His breathing became uneven. "W-Who are you?
The room fell silent. Every eye turned toward me. Waiting. Watching. The answer had finally arrived. I looked directly into Otti's eyes. Then I smiled. A smile filled with ten years of hatred. Ten years of pain. Ten years of revenge.
"My name..." I took one slow step forward.
"...is Adam Swift."
The words struck the room like thunder.
Otti's eyes widened. Wilson's mouth fell open. The guests froze.
Even the remaining bodyguards looked stunned. Because there was only one Adam Swift. The son of Richard Swift. The boy everyone believed had died ten years ago.
Otti stumbled backward. His face became ghostly pale. "No..."
The word escaped his lips. His entire body began trembling. "That's impossible."
I continued walking toward him. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the silent hall. One step. Then another. And another. As terror consumed his face, only one thought remained in his mind. The dead had returned. And they had come for revenge.
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revealing his name now is kind of interesting