Adam stared at the screen in front of him, his eyes wide open as he read the word "Name" that appeared on the screen. Then he raised his voice softly, but loud enough for Kath and Beebo to hear: "Adam Nile."
Beebo was puzzled by what Adam said, asking, "What?"
Adam repeated louder, "My name is Adam Nile."
Beebo was surprised and said in astonishment, "Oh, you remembered your name!"
Kath adjusted his sitting position and focused on Adam, asking, "So, your name is Adam Nile?"
Adam replied while looking at the screen, "I didn't remember, but it's written here on the screen."
Beebo stared at Adam and then asked in confusion, "S... Screen? What screen?"
Adam pointed in front of him at the floating screen, saying, "This screen."
Kath stared at the space in front of him, seeing nothing, and said in confusion, "But I don't see anything!"
Beebo scratched his head, staring at Adam, "I only see your finger."
Adam looked at Kath and Beebo in surprise, then pointed again in front of him where he saw the energy screen, but they saw nothing.
"But it's here! It's right in front of me!" Adam shouted, moving his hand in front of him, trying to show them the screen.
Beebo looked at Adam with interest, then turned to Kath, who seemed puzzled.
Kath responded thoughtfully, "Maybe it's a phenomenon just for you because of your power."
Kath paused for a moment, then asked in surprise, "By the way, how long are you going to keep burning like that?"
Adam notices Kath's words and feels the heat radiating from him. He begins to look at his body. At that moment, he looks at the screen where there is a section titled "Transformations." Adam taps on the section, and an image of a fiery creature similar to the form he had taken appears. However, the face of the creature in the image is different, and the creature in the picture is not wearing any clothes. Above the image is the name of the transformation: "Phoenix Flame."
Adam thinks for a moment and then presses the word "Cancel." In that instant, his body begins to gradually return to its normal state.
First, the flames that had surrounded him disappear, and the rocky scales that had covered his skin begin to fade away gradually, as if they were crumbling into small pieces. The fiery strands of his hair vanish, returning his hair to its natural state. The red and yellow flame lines that had surrounded his body retract, and his body returns to its human form. With each step of this transformation, it seems as though his body is regaining balance, like sunlight is beginning to return to him, and his normal skin reappears, while the glow that had surrounded him disappears.
Finally, Adam stands up, sighing with relief as he returns to his normal state, breathing deeply.
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The three of them arrive at the treehouse. Kath throws himself onto the comfortable leather couch, closing his eyes as if he's fallen into another world. Meanwhile, Beebo heads to the kitchen to grab something to eat. As for Adam, he bends slightly to take a deep breath and then says, "I'm going to sleep. I'm exhausted." He slowly ascends the stairs, fatigue evident on his face.
Adam lies down on the bed, his back resting on the simple mattress made of fabric and feathers, staring at the wooden ceiling above him. He feels his body weighed down by exhaustion, as if he's crossed entire mountains.
He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to relax, but his thoughts remain restless. "What's happening to me?" His mind drifts back to the moment when his body ignited in flames, the fiery sensation he felt inside, and the floating screens that suddenly appeared before him.
He opens his eyes and looks at his hands, remembering how the monster burned with flames he didn't know were a part of him. "Am I really like them? A transformed one? How did this happen? Who am I?"
He slowly raises his hand into the air as if waiting for the fire to reappear, but all he sees is darkness in the room. He sighs deeply, then turns his head toward the window, where a faint moonlight enters.
"It's been a long day... but this is just the beginning, isn't it?" He closes his eyes slowly, trying to ignore all the thoughts that haunt him, but he knows deep down that tomorrow holds more questions.
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The sky was overcast with gray clouds, and the faint sunlight struggled to filter through the gaps, adding a pale touch to the scene. The massive, twisted trees with dark scattered leaves cut their way through the ruins of destroyed buildings. Cracked walls bore signs of burns and corrosion, while thick wild grass grew between the shattered concrete, as if nature was crawling back to reclaim what it had lost.
In the corners, shadows moved silently, perhaps creatures, and the city's air carried a damp smell mixed with dust and ash. The sounds were contradictory; the stillness of death and ruin was occasionally broken by the distant cry of a bird or the rustling of something moving lightly among the rubble.
Amidst this horrific scene stood a young man with short black hair, standing among the wreckage. He wore a white t-shirt under a stylish blue jacket, while his black pants covered his feet, which were clad in scuffed sneakers. His facial features were sharp and oddly familiar, resembling Adam Nile, but the stark difference lay in his eyes.
Instead of the usual pupil, his eyes bore a strange geometric symbol that sent a shiver down anyone who looked at it: three overlapping circles, each smaller than the other, surrounded by three parallel lines on each side of the outer circle, resembling wings extending in a strict geometric rhythm. The symbol glowed faintly, as if hiding a great power or secret.
The young man was flipping over rocks and tearing through the surrounding plants, as if searching for something precious or long hidden. Every movement he made was violent.
Suddenly, a heavy voice interrupted him from behind:
"Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?"
The young man slowly turned to see a massive gorilla standing a few meters away. The gorilla had a majestic body covered in thick fur, wearing only simple pants. Its gaze was full of anger and disapproval, and it pointed a thick finger at him:
"Don't you know this is a historical ruins site? You're not supposed to touch anything here!"
But the gorilla's angry expression quickly changed to shock. Its eyes widened, and its eyebrows shot up as its mouth stayed slightly open. It whispered in a barely audible voice:
"You... you're an original human?!"
As if the word alone had wrapped the place in silence, the gorilla continued to stare at the young man in clear astonishment. The scene felt like a meeting of two different eras, with the young man appearing as though he were part of a legend.
But before the gorilla could do anything, the young man's hands began to glow with strange black lines. The lines formed like glowing veins, pulsing with a mysterious force, accompanied by a faint sound like the echo of metal being shaped.
Large iron gloves began to materialize on his hands, covering his palms and fingers all the way up to his forearms. The gloves were made of deep, shiny black metal, etched with golden lines that wrapped around the joints smoothly, giving them an imposing presence and hidden strength.
The gloves were the exact size of the gorilla's fists, designed to look powerful enough to crush rocks or break walls with a single blow. The part covering the wrists was slightly puffed out from the back.
On the back of the gloves, four identical vents appeared, arranged as though they were rocket launchers or energy discharge channels, surrounded by delicate golden lines that enhanced the aesthetic design.
The human lunged forward with swift steps, as if the ground were burning beneath his feet, and leapt high into the air. His right fist was tightly clenched, aimed at the gorilla like an iron lightning strike.
The gorilla raised its arms at the last moment, crossing them into an "X" shape to protect its face, clearly frustrated as it shouted, "What the...?!"
The iron fist collided with the gorilla's arms with a devastating force, creating an explosion of power. The ground beneath the gorilla trembled and cracked, chunks of stone and dust flying in all directions.
The human wasted no time. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he leaped back with calculated grace, standing firm at a distance, exuding the aura of a hunter patiently waiting for its prey.
But the gorilla wasn't going down easily. Red lines began to appear on the surface of its thick body, glowing like fiery sparks. Its face twisted into a wild expression of rage, as if losing control. A low, heavy roar erupted from its throat, revealing the explosive power hidden within.
The human, however, stood motionless amidst the chaos. The symbol in his eyes, composed of circles and lines, glowed steadily, like a destructive signature. His expression remained impassive, but the message was clear: "Destruction is inevitable."