I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 52: Superior Abilities

Oliver, the Spider Syndicate captain, stood facing Adam, his mind reeling from the impossible regeneration of the ’Prince’s’ arm. The sight had solidified his terrifying realization: this was not an opponent he could defeat.

His instincts, honed over years of survival in the treacherous underworld, were screaming at him to get his younger, more promising subordinates to safety. The future of their operations in this region, perhaps even the entire Syndicate’s understanding of this new, unforeseen threat, depended on it.

He made a split-second decision. He reached out quickly and grabbed Malkor, the terrified thug who had led him here and was now cowering nearby. Oliver pulled Malkor close, his grip like iron on the man’s shoulder.

"Listen to me, and listen carefully," Oliver said, his voice low and urgent, his eyes boring into Malkor’s frightened face. "You need to get back. Now. Find Bryan and Billy. Tell them... tell them to report to the main headquarters immediately. Tell them to inform Command that the Third Prince... he needs to be classified at the highest threat level. The absolute highest. Do you understand?"

Malkor nodded dumbly, too terrified to speak.

Oliver tightened his grip on Malkor’s shoulders, then suddenly channeled a burst of his unique energy into the man’s body. It wasn’t the destructive ’Shatter’ ability, but something different, a stimulating, empowering surge.

Malkor gasped as he felt a strange lightness flood his limbs, a weird sensation as if the world around him was suddenly moving in slow motion while he remained at normal speed. His fear was still present, but it was now overlaid with an almost unnatural quickness.

"That’s a temporary boost," Oliver explained quickly. "It will enhance your speed and reflexes for a short time. Enough for you to get out of here and deliver the message to Bryan and Billy. Don’t fail me. Now, go! Run!"

With a powerful shove, Oliver pushed Malkor away from him, sending the temporarily empowered thug stumbling down the corridor in the direction they had come from. Malkor, propelled by Oliver’s shove and the strange energy coursing through him, found his legs moving faster than he ever thought possible. He didn’t look back; he just ran for his life.

Adam, meanwhile, had been observing this exchange, his white eyes watching Oliver and Malkor. Alina, still standing beside Adam, couldn’t take her eyes off Adam’s newly regenerated left arm. Just moments ago, it had been a bloody stump. Now, it was perfectly whole, as if it had never been injured. The sight was profoundly disturbing and utterly amazing.

Adam noticed Alina staring. He glanced down at his new arm, then back at her. "Step back, girl," he said, his voice calm but firm, his attention already shifting back towards Oliver. "This battle isn’t over."

Alina flinched at his tone. Her gaze snapped up from his arm to his face, then quickly towards Oliver, who now stood alone further down the corridor.

She realized with a jolt of fear where she was – standing right next to a being about to engage in a potentially deadly fight with a dangerous Syndicate captain. She immediately scrambled backward, retreating several steps until she was near Lucas, who had managed to get to his feet and was leaning against the corridor wall, looking pale but alert. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Lucas saw Alina hurrying towards him. "What’s happening now?" he asked quietly, his eyes also fixed on Adam and Oliver, who were now facing each other down the bloody corridor.

Alina didn’t answer him directly. She just shook her head, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. "Just... just watch," she whispered, her gaze glued to Adam.

Oliver watched Malkor disappear around a bend in the corridor. He hoped the man would be fast enough, smart enough, to deliver the crucial message. Then, he turned his full attention back to Adam. He took a deep breath, trying to push down the heavy sense of dread that was settling in his heart.

"I admit it, Third Prince," Oliver said, his voice surprisingly steady despite his inner turmoil. "We all underestimated you. Severely." He looked at Adam’s regenerated arm, a clear sign of power far beyond normal human limits.

"Seeing your abilities, I understand now that this will be a very difficult fight for me." He paused, a wry smile touching his lips. "But don’t get too confident just because you have a few unique skills." He straightened up, a spark of defiance in his eyes.

"I may be older, and I may look weaker, but I assure you, I am not so easily defeated."

As he spoke, Oliver raised his right hand again, extending his index and middle fingers, forming that familiar, ominous gun-like shape. He was preparing to use his ’Shatter’ ability once more.

Malkor, propelled by Oliver’s energy boost, ran faster than he had ever run in his life. The corridors of the Syndicate base blurred past him. He didn’t dare slow down, didn’t dare look back. Oliver’s warning, Oliver’s desperate sacrifice, echoed in his mind. He had to reach Bryan and Billy.

He skidded around a corner, heading towards the section of the base where he knew their private meeting room was located. Just as he was about to turn down the final connecting corridor, he saw them – Bryan and Billy, pressed flat against the wall near the corner, peering cautiously around it, clearly trying to assess the situation ahead where the sounds of Oliver’s confrontation with Adam were now faintly audible.

Billy spotted Malkor first. His eyes widened in surprise. He grabbed Malkor by the collar, yanking him roughly around the corner and into the relative safety of the side passage. "Malkor!" Billy hissed, his face angry. "What are you doing running away? Where’s Oliver? Why did you abandon him?!"

Malkor, still gasping for breath from his run and the lingering effects of Oliver’s energy boost, looked up at Billy and then at Bryan, who had also stepped forward, his expression grim. "Master Billy! Master Bryan!" Malkor stammered, his voice trembling. "You’re... you’re both here! Master Oliver... he sent me! He told me to find you! He gave me an order!"

Billy tightened his grip on Malkor’s collar, shaking him slightly. "An order to do what? To run away like a coward while he faces that... that thing alone?" Billy’s voice was filled with anger and frustration.

Bryan placed a calming hand on Billy’s shoulder. "Easy, Billy," Bryan said, his own voice tense but more controlled. He looked down at Malkor. "He’s right. Oliver wouldn’t send you running without a good reason." He loosened Billy’s grip on Malkor’s collar. "Alright, Malkor. Tell us. Why did Oliver send you back? What was his message?"

Malkor, relieved that Bryan was being more reasonable, quickly relayed Oliver’s desperate instructions. "Master Oliver said... he said you both need to get to the main base immediately! The one in the Roland Kingdom! He said... he said to report to headquarters that the Third Prince... he needs to be put in the most dangerous category! S-Rank! The highest threat!"

Hearing this, the anger drained from Billy’s face, replaced by stunned disbelief. Bryan’s eyes also widened in shock. They exchanged a look. They both knew what an S-Rank classification meant.

It was reserved for threats capable of crippling entire branches of the Syndicate, beings with overwhelming power or influence. If Oliver, one of their most experienced and powerful captains, was saying the Third Prince warranted that classification... then Oliver must have seen the Prince’s true power. And it must be terrifying.

They had both caught glimpses of the fighting from their hiding spot further back – the impossible speed, the devastating attacks, Adam’s seemingly calm demeanor amidst the carnage.

They knew the ’Third Prince’ was far more dangerous than any rumor had suggested. They had seen flashes of his fighting skill, suspected some kind of unique regeneration ability after seeing him get hit hard and then continue fighting as if untouched.

"S-Rank..." Billy breathed out, his voice filled with awe and a new level of fear. He looked at Bryan. "Bryan... what do we do?"

Bryan looked down the corridor in the direction Oliver had gone, his expression grim. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. Then he sighed, a heavy sound. "Oliver made his decision," Bryan said quietly. "He’s buying us time. If he says we need to get this information to headquarters, then that’s what we do. We honor his sacrifice."

Billy also looked down the corridor, his face torn. He didn’t want to leave Oliver, but he understood the weight of an S-Rank warning. This was bigger than just one captain, one base. "You’re right," Billy said finally, his voice tight. He nodded slowly. "Okay. We go." He then looked at Malkor, who was still trembling nearby. "What about him?"

Bryan glanced at Malkor, considering. "He comes with us," Bryan decided quickly. "He knows what happened here. He might be useful later." He clapped Malkor on the shoulder, a gesture that was more of an order than comfort. "Stick with us, Malkor. And keep quiet."

Without another word, Bryan and Billy, with Malkor trailing nervously behind them, turned and began to run back the way they had come, heading towards the hidden escape tunnel Oliver had mentioned, their mission now clear: escape and warn the Syndicate.

Meanwhile, back in the corridor of death, Oliver faced Adam, his hand still raised in the gun-like gesture, preparing to unleash his ’Shatter’ ability again. The air particles around Adam, specifically targeted in front of his chest this time, began to vibrate violently once more. Oliver was concentrating all his power, determined to end this now.

Adam sensed the familiar, dangerous vibrations immediately. He raised his own newly regenerated left hand, palm open, facing the oncoming attack. "Cancel," Adam stated calmly, his voice resonating with an almost imperceptible hum of power.

The moment he spoke the word, the intense vibrations in the air particles directly in front of him abruptly stopped. Just... ceased. The air became still again. Oliver, who had been focusing all his will on the attack, felt his power suddenly dissipate, nullified before it could even fully form.

He stared, his eyes wide with utter disbelief. Nullified? His ability, the power that no one had ever been able to stop or block, had just been... cancelled? By a single word? How was that possible? He had been waiting for the tell-tale signs of his ’Shatter’ attack taking effect, for the Prince to be torn apart. But nothing happened. Only silence, and the still, watching white eyes of his opponent.

"What... what did you do?" Oliver stammered, his voice filled with a dawning horror far greater than any fear he had felt before. This was beyond anything he could comprehend.

Adam actually smiled then, a cold, faint smile that didn’t reach his empty white eyes. "Your ability is quite... interesting," Adam conceded. "Destructive potential on a molecular level. Impressive, for a mortal." He tilted his head slightly. "But allow me to demonstrate a somewhat... superior application of similar principles."

Behind Adam, Lucas and Alina, who had been watching in terrified silence, exchanged a nervous glance. Superior ability? What did that mean? What could be more terrifying than the power Oliver had just shown, or the power Adam himself had already displayed?

Oliver also heard Adam’s words, his heart sinking further. Superior ability?

Adam raised his right hand, the one not holding the bloody knife. He slowly formed his fingers into the same gun-like shape Oliver favored, index and middle fingers extended, pointing directly at Oliver’s chest and stomach area.

Adam’s white eyes seemed to glow with a faint, internal light. "Black Hole," he said, his voice quiet, almost gentle.

The instant Adam spoke the words, a perfect, sphere-shaped void of utter blackness, about the size of a large melon, appeared in the air directly in front of Oliver’s midsection. It wasn’t an explosion; it was an absence. A hole in reality.

The black sphere pulsed once, hungrily. And then, everything near it – the air, the torchlight, Oliver’s ornate tunic, his flesh, his bones, the stone wall directly behind him – was simply gone from that specific area.

It was pulled inwards, consumed, annihilated instantly by the miniature black hole. There was no sound, no resistance, just a perfect, spherical chunk of reality vanishing into nothingness.

The black hole existed for only a fraction of a second. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, it winked out of existence, closing up as if it had never been there.

Alina and Lucas, watching from behind Adam, gasped in unison, their eyes wide with pure, unadulterated terror. They had seen something that defied all understanding, something that felt fundamentally wrong with the universe.

Oliver stood frozen for a long moment, his eyes slowly looking down at his own body. A perfectly circular, melon-sized hole now existed through his chest and stomach. He could see the corridor wall through himself where his organs and ribs should have been. There was no blood, no gore, just... nothing. Cleanly gone.

His eyes, wide with the ultimate shock and incomprehension, slowly drifted upwards to meet Adam’s cold, empty white gaze one last time. Then, his knees buckled, and he collapsed forward onto the stone floor, dead before he even hit the ground, his body no longer whole.