章 19: Rest and Recovery
Chapter 20: Rest and Recovery
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The forest was eerily silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant sound of insects.
Adam stood tall, his piercing gaze locked onto the bandit leader, Mark, who was sprawled on the ground.
Mark's face was pale, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to comprehend the situation.
Adam extended his hand, his fingers forming a gun-like shape, the focus of his energy channeling through it.
His voice was calm but carried the weight of finality.
"Air Bullet."
The air around Adam's hand compressed and swirled, forming an invisible projectile that burst forward with a deafening crack.
The bullet of air pierced through Mark's chest, clean and precise, leaving no chance for survival.
Mark's body jerked violently before collapsing lifelessly onto the ground.
Adam stepped back, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding area.
His instincts were heightened, searching for any signs of another potential threat. But the forest remained still.
Satisfied that no one else was present, Adam exhaled deeply.
For the first time in what felt like hours, he allowed himself to relax.
His gaze shifted upward, taking in the dark canopy of trees above him. The night had fully descended, the shadows stretching long and wide.
A smile crept onto Adam's face as he muttered to himself, "I've saved my family and my village." His words echoed softly in the stillness.
Adam was initially terrified when he saw a future where his entire village was killed in front of him,
And he was not able to do anything, whereas Adam is now much calmer and he is feeling proud that he has changed his feature, then Adam realizes that can a person really change the future?
Feeling a surge of pride, Adam let out a triumphant cheer. But his moment of joy was short-lived as practicality set in.
"Let's see how much mana I have left," he said in English, his tone returning to a more serious note.
Blue digits materialized before his eyes, glowing faintly in the darkness: 122/1008.
Adam frowned slightly. "That's… low," he murmured. "If this fight had dragged on any longer, I might not have made it."
The weight of his near-depletion sank in, but Adam quickly pushed the thought aside. "No use dwelling on it. I need to get back home."
Adam turned his focus inward, summoning the image of his room in his mind. Without hesitation, he said, "Teleport."
In an instant, his body vanished, leaving the dark forest behind. Unbeknownst to Adam, hidden in the shadows, a pair of eyes had been watching him the entire time.
Adam reappeared in his room, the transition seamless but disorienting.
The wooden bed, the small table by the corner, and the faint glow of the oil lamp greeted him like familiar friends.
The simplicity of his surroundings brought a sense of comfort, though it also reminded him of how far removed this world was from the one he had once known.
Taking a moment to steady himself, Adam scanned the room, ensuring that no one had entered during his absence. Once satisfied, he exhaled deeply and let his guard down.
But as the adrenaline wore off, a wave of dizziness struck him. His vision blurred, and his knees wobbled slightly.
"This… this must be because my mana is so low," Adam thought, clutching the edge of his bed for support. "Teleporting must've drained another 100 points."
The faint glow of the lamp seemed almost blinding to him as his head throbbed with pain. Everything in his vision took on a bluish hue, an unsettling reminder of his depleted state.
Deciding it was best to rest, Adam lowered himself onto the wooden bed. The old frame creaked under his weight, a sound that might have annoyed him before but now felt oddly reassuring.
"Home, sweet home," Adam muttered, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "It's not much, but it'll do."
As he lay back, the events of the night replayed in his mind.
The adrenaline, the danger, the close calls—all of it weighed heavily on him.
Though his body hadn't endured much physically, the mental strain left him feeling as though he'd run a marathon.
Slowly, the tension began to fade from his muscles, and his eyelids grew heavy. Before he knew it, Adam had drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The room was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the oil lamp. Adam lay motionless on the bed, his breathing slow and steady.
Downstairs, the faint clatter of dishes echoed as his mother and sister cleared the dining table.
They had called out for Adam earlier, their voices carrying through the house, but he hadn't responded.
Concerned, his mother had asked Yami to take a plate of food upstairs to Adam. But Yami, ever the mischievous one, had declined with a knowing smirk.
"Why don't you let Sophia take it?" Yami suggested, her tone teasing.
Sophia, seated nearby, turned bright red but quickly nodded. "Of course! I'll take it to him!" she said, a little too enthusiastically.
Carrying the tray carefully, Sophia ascended the wooden stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached Adam's door and hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.
Inside, the soft glow of the lamp illuminated Adam's still form. Sophia's eyes softened as she took in the sight of him, his face peaceful in sleep.
"He must've been exhausted," she thought, stepping quietly into the room.
Setting the tray down on the small table, Sophia moved closer to the bed, her gaze lingering on Adam.
She noticed how his chest rose and fell with each steady breath and how the faint lines of stress on his face seemed to have melted away.
For a brief moment, Sophia considered waking him, but she decided against it. Instead, she smiled gently and whispered, "Rest well, Adam."
Turning toward the door, Sophia is about to go back down when she stops and says in a very low voice."I just want to see it once, Adam won't know"
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End of the chapter.
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