I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 86: Adam Return

The grand council room was filled with a shocked silence. Everyone stared at King Noor. He had drawn his sword. He was standing in front of his son, ready to fight the Emperor himself.

The other kings and rulers couldn’t believe what they were seeing. It was like watching a small boat try to stop a giant wave. Didn’t King Noor understand?

The Emperor, Sir David, the most powerful man on the continent, was right there in front of him. To fight him was like asking to be destroyed.

Emperor Sir David looked at King Noor. His face showed no emotion, no anger, no surprise. It was like a calm mask. He took a slow, deep breath.

The only sound in the room was the quiet whisper of that breath. Then, he spoke. His voice was still quiet, but it was heavy, like the sound of a great bell tolling. "King Noor of Estoria," he said, "if that is truly what you wish, then so be it. You have made your choice."

As soon as the Emperor finished speaking these words, it was like a signal. The tension in the room broke. Many of the golden-armored Imperial soldiers who were standing guard around the room drew their swords.

The sharp sound of steel sliding from sheaths filled the air. They moved quickly, ready to follow any order from their Emperor.

Captain Thomas, the Imperial warrior who had brought King Noor and Eric to the council, was also there. He had been standing behind some of the other kings.

When he saw King Noor draw his sword, and heard the Emperor’s words, his fists clenched so tightly they looked like they were made of stone.

A cold, mean thought went through his mind: King Noor, you foolish old man. You have just invited your own death. You could have accepted the judgment, and maybe, just maybe, your life would have been spared.

But now, you will die here, and your kingdom will suffer even more.

Thomas didn’t wait for an order. He saw his chance. With a loud yell, he leaped forward. He moved with incredible speed, like a striking snake.

He pushed past some of the other kings who were still standing, almost knocking them over. He aimed a powerful punch directly at King Noor’s head. He wanted to be the one to strike down this defiant king.

King Noor saw Thomas coming. He knew, deep in his heart, that he wouldn’t leave this room alive. But strangely, he felt a kind of peace. He had made his decision.

He was fighting to protect his son, to give Eric a chance to escape. He hoped Alina could use her special ability to get Eric away.

If Eric lived, then King Noor felt he could fulfill the promise he had made to his wife, Isadora. He could die knowing he had done everything he could.

The King turned his head slightly. He saw Captain Thomas’s fist coming towards him like a cannonball. It was moving with great speed and power. King Noor knew he was not fast enough to block this attack. He didn’t have time to raise his own sword properly. He prepared himself to take the full force of the blow. He braced himself for the pain.

But then, something completely unexpected happened. Just before Thomas’s fist could even touch King Noor’s body, a flash of silver light shot out. A sword, moving faster than anyone could follow, pierced straight through Thomas’s fist.

It was Adam’s sword.

No one had seen him move. One moment, Eric was on his knees, looking defeated. The next moment, he was standing, holding a sword, and that sword was now through Thomas’s hand. Eric’s eyes had changed again.

They were pure white, with no color in them. His pupils, the black centers of his eyes, were very small and sharp, like tiny black dots. A strange, cold gleam shone from the whiteness of his eyes.

This was not Eric anymore. This was Adam, and he had taken complete control of Eric’s body.

The sharp sword cut cleanly through Thomas’s flesh and bone. It severed his fist completely from his arm. Blood sprayed out in a sudden, shocking burst.

Captain Thomas was still moving forward from his leap. He hadn’t even realized what had happened. He hadn’t felt the pain yet. He was expecting to hit King Noor.

But before his mind could understand, before he could even begin to fall to the ground from his now-useless attack, Adam appeared right in front of him. Adam moved so fast he seemed to just appear there, like magic.

Thomas saw him then. He saw the changed eyes, the cold look. But it was too late. Adam reached out with his free hand and grabbed Thomas’s throat.

Even though Adam’s hand, in Eric’s body, was small compared to Thomas’s thick neck and big body, Adam’s grip was like iron. It was so tight, so powerful, that Thomas felt an intense, crushing pressure.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even make a sound.

Adam then, with a show of incredible strength, swung Thomas through the air as if he weighed nothing. He slammed Thomas hard onto the stone floor of the council room. The sound of the impact was loud and sickening.

As Thomas hit the ground, dazed and gasping, his mind finally began to process what had just happened to him. The pain from his severed hand hit him like a wave.

Adam stepped forward and placed his foot firmly on Thomas’s chest, pressing him down.

Adam looked down at him, his white eyes burning with a cold, terrible anger.

"You worthless piece of dirt!" Adam said, his voice low and dangerous. "You two-bit gutter worm! How dare you even think about raising your hand against me!!"

Thomas was still trying to understand. He looked at his arm. He saw the blood. He saw that his fist was gone. Just then, Adam moved his sword again.

With a quick, precise cut, he severed Thomas’s other hand, the one whose fist Adam had already cut off just moments before. It happened so fast, Thomas didn’t even have time to react.

All the soldiers present, even Emperor Sir David himself, witnessed this sudden, brutal act. They had seen Adam move with impossible speed and strength.

Anger, deep and powerful, twisted the Emperor’s usually calm face. His soldiers were being attacked, maimed, in his own council room.

Thomas finally realized that his entire hand, the one that had been punched through, was completely gone. He opened his mouth and a loud, terrible scream of pain and shock started to come out.

But before he could scream fully, before the sound could really fill the room, Adam swung his sword again. He cut off Thomas’s other hand, the one he had just injured, at the wrist. Both of Thomas’s hands were now gone.

All the kings and rulers in the meeting were completely silent. They were frozen in place. They couldn’t understand what was happening. It was like a nightmare. Just a few seconds ago, King Noor and Prince Eric had been sentenced.

They had no hope, no way to escape. And now, this young boy, Eric, who didn’t even look eighteen years old, had, in the blink of an eye, cut off both hands of a very strong and feared warrior of the Empire, Captain Thomas.

It was unbelievable.

Emperor David roared. His voice was like thunder. "How dare you do this in my presence!" Instantly, the Imperial soldiers in their golden armor, who had been drawing their swords, pushed aside the other kings who were still standing around in shock.

They advanced quickly towards Adam, their swords held ready. A golden energy, a sign of their power, began to glow from their blades. They were ready to attack.

Thomas, still under Adam’s foot, was now screaming and writhing in terrible pain on the floor. He had lost both his hands.

Adam’s attention turned from the screaming Thomas towards the advancing golden-armored soldiers. He didn’t seem worried at all. He slowly extended one of his hands, palm facing the soldiers.

A small, dark, ball-like energy began to form in front of his outstretched hand. It was pure black, and it seemed to pull in the light around it. It looked very dangerous.

Adam then spoke. "Stay silent and still until I tell you otherwise!" His voice was incredibly loud. It was not just the volume; it was filled with a power, a command, that was overwhelming.

It was so powerful that even the Emperor’s earlier roar seemed like a child’s shout in comparison. The entire room seemed to vibrate with the force of Adam’s voice.

The Emperor grew even angrier when he heard Adam’s commanding words. He was not used to anyone, let alone a young boy, speaking to him or his soldiers in such a way.

But when he looked at Adam’s outstretched hand, when he saw the strange black sphere of energy – something the Emperor himself, a master of many kinds of power, didn’t recognize and had never seen before in his long life – he felt a moment of pause.

Before anyone could react further, the black sphere shot out from Adam’s hand. It moved with the speed of light.

It didn’t fly in a straight line. It zigzagged through the air with incredible, impossible speed, like a deadly black hornet.

It tore through the bodies of all the golden-armored soldiers who were rushing forward.

The sphere might not have killed all the soldiers instantly, but it had enough terrible power to completely shatter their strong golden armor. Pieces of armor flew everywhere. The soldiers were thrown backwards by the force of the impacts.

They flew through the air and slammed hard into the walls of the meeting room. The sound of their bodies hitting the stone walls was sickening. As they hit the walls, they slumped to the ground, unmoving.

Blood began to pour from their mouths. They were all seriously injured, out of the fight. In just a few seconds, all of the Emperor’s elite guards in the room had been defeated.

Adam’s attention then returned to Thomas, who was still moaning in pain on the floor beneath his foot. Adam brought his sword down slowly, until the sharp tip was right in front of Thomas’s nose.

Thomas looked up into those terrifying white eyes.

"Listen to me, worm," Adam said, his voice soft now, but full of menace. "Look very closely at this face. Remember it. Because this is the face of the one who ended you today."

Saying this, Adam brought his sword back, preparing for a final, killing strike. He was just about to swing it down to cut off Thomas’s head.

But just as he was about to strike, the Emperor moved.

Sir David appeared right in front of Adam, moving with a speed that was also incredible for such a large man.

He threw a powerful punch straight at Adam’s face. He was not going to let Adam kill another one of his men.

King Noor had only been able to watch all of this happen. He was stunned. He couldn’t understand what was going on with Eric. How was his son doing these things? The other kings were also just spectators, frozen in shock and fear by the sudden and brutal display of power.

But as the Emperor’s punch came hurtling towards Adam’s face, Adam didn’t stop his sword. He didn’t try to dodge the punch. Instead, he brought his sword down even faster towards Thomas’s neck.

And, at the very same moment, as the Emperor’s punch was about to hit his face, Adam, with his other hand, the one that was empty, moved to block the Emperor’s punch.

The Emperor’s punch contained immense energy and incredible power. The Emperor himself was extremely surprised when Adam’s small hand met his fist. He felt a shock run up his arm.

Sweat broke out on his face. Even a powerful dragon, one of the strongest magical creatures, couldn’t have stopped his punch so easily when he put his full strength into it. And the Emperor had put his full strength into it.

After seeing what Adam had done to his elite soldiers with that strange black energy, the Emperor understood that this "Eric" was no ordinary child.

If he wanted to enforce his law here, if he wanted to stop this boy, he would have to use his real power. He hadn’t held back.

Adam’s sword, meanwhile, continued its downward path without stopping. It cut cleanly through Thomas’s neck.

Thomas’s head was completely severed from his body. The head flew through the air for a moment, then landed with a soft thud right at the feet of King James of the Roland Kingdom.

King James, who had been watching with a mixture of terror and sick fascination, let out a small, choked scream and jumped back, recoiling in horror from the gruesome sight.

As Adam brought his sword to the side after beheading Thomas, his attention, and his cold, white eyes, now turned fully to the Emperor.

He had just blocked the Emperor’s full-power punch with one hand, while killing a man with the other. He didn’t look tired. He didn’t even look like he had tried very hard.

Adam then said, his voice calm, almost casual, but with a clear challenge in it, "Were you saying something, old man?"