**Home Sweet Home**, Adams thought as he breathed in the air of the capital city. The bustling streets and towering buildings welcomed them back, a stark contrast to the quiet of Grelin City. After leaving the teleportation station, they headed to the nearest inn to settle in. The J's, relieved to be safe, yet apprehensive, explained the situation to the new women who had appeared bewildered.
Linda, the twins' mother, sighed. "You brat, what's wrong with you and your mouth? Why can't you be like your sister, who is so quiet?"
Jessica, the grandmother, put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Linda. What's done is done, and it's not like we're dead. At least we have our lives, right?"
James shook his head. "That's not true, Mother. Our lives are in his hands."
John raised a hand to calm them. "Everyone, listen. If he wanted us dead, we wouldn't even know how we died. Didn't you see how he brought you two here with just a snap of his fingers? With that same snap, he could kill us."
Janice nodded in agreement. "Grandpa's right. Even that muscular man is strong. Killing us should be the least of our worries. We need to focus on what he plans to do with us."
Jack, always quick with a comment, laughed. "Oh, Janice, you're a bit chatty today. Tell me, I saw you looking at that redhead. Are you perhaps attracted to him? Hahahaha."
Linda glared at Jack and smacked him on the head. "You still have the guts to make fun of your sister," she scolded. Seeing her daughter's face turning red, she thought, *Damn that redhead brat.*
Jack, rubbing his head, defended himself. "The old man already said it wasn't my fault. He was already listening to our conversation. Besides, didn't he say he was going to help us because of our talents?"
John sighed. "You're still naive. We don't know what he truly wants until he tells us himself. Let's rest for the night and hear what he has to say tomorrow. Agreed?"
They all nodded and went to their rooms, leaving John and Jessica alone.
Jessica leaned into John. "I hope everything will be for the best, my love."
John sighed deeply. "We all do."
Unbeknownst to them, Adams watched their antics with amusement, a smile playing on his lips.
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**The Next Day**
Inside the inn, eight people sat in silence, staring at each other. The tension in the room was palpable. After a full five minutes, the muscular man with red hair and eyes finally broke the peace.
"Adams, when are we going back to the family compound?" he asked, his voice calm.
Adams flashed his signature grin. "Why would I go back when I can make a dynamic comeback?"
Anderson nodded, understanding his meaning. John, observing this, had a sudden realization.
"Let me guess, you are going to take part in the entrance examination held by the Imperial Sect?" John suggested.
Everyone gasped, looking at Adams with a mix of awe and pity for those who would be competing against him. James and Linda exchanged worried glances, silently praying for their children's safety.
Jack's voice trembled as he spoke. "Isn't that bullying us weaker ones? We've seen what you can do. We don't stand a chance against you."
Linda glared at her son, then turned to Adams. "Sorry, young master, for not disciplining my son properly."
Adams laughed heartily. "No need for apologies. Call me Adams. That 'young master' thing sounds cringe to my ears."
Jessica thanked him. "Thank you for your mercy, young man."
Adams waved it off. "No need to thank me. Just be yourselves. I'm not going to eat you up."
Jack muttered under his breath, "How can we believe you when you smile like that?"
Linda smacked Jack again. "Damn it, brat, you're going to be the death of me."
Janice stepped in, her voice calm. "Mom, calm down. It's not good to get agitated with your pregnancy."
James nodded in agreement. "She's right, Linda."
Anderson, observing everything with a stoic expression, finally spoke up. "Adams, how are you going to take part in the exam? And I agree with the brat here, are you really going to go through with the sect entrance examination?"
Jack frowned at being called a brat but said nothing, intimidated by Anderson's muscular build.
Adams chuckled. "I'm going to use another appearance. And no, I'm not going to waste my time with all those rumble jumbles. I'm just going for the final round to rough someone up."
Jack's eyes widened. "Wait, you mean you can also change your appearance? Damn, what if you're some old man? How are we going to know?"
James intervened, his voice stern. "That's enough, boy. If I hear any more from you, I'm sending you to the nearest infirmary."
Adams laughed again. "I like your guts, Jack. You're afraid of Anderson but not me. I truly like your guts. For that, I will keep you close."
Jack regretted his boldness, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach.
John apologized. "I'm sorry for my grandson. He's always been like this since he was little."
Adams waved it off again. "Come on, you guys should stop treating me like some kind of evil guy. I picked you mostly because of you and Jack. He reminds me of a certain someone, and I might pass his legacy to him."
The J's were baffled, looking at Jack with newfound curiosity. Jack, on the other hand, felt a mix of excitement and dread at the thought of receiving a legacy from an ancient figure.
Adams continued, "Also, you two should forget about getting into the Imperial Sect."
Jack and Janice were shocked. "Why?" they asked in unison.
John answered for them. "Because whatever he is planning is going to disrupt the entrance examination."
The J's and Linda all looked at Adams and Anderson, wondering what they were up to. Adams just smiled, while Anderson maintained his stoic expression.
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