The room fell into silence.
Not the tense kind, or the confrontational kind.
It was the kind of silence that came from two experienced adults choosing restraint over rebuttal.
Neither Nezu nor All Might argued with Adam. They did not refute his ideals, nor did they attempt to discourage him. They did not lecture, scold, or try to bend his convictions through authority.
They let him speak.
And when he finished, they let the weight of his words linger.
Hero society, as it existed in the modern age, was not built on ideals alone. It was built on structure, regulation, and compromise. Heroes were not judges of the world, nor enforcers of morality. They were licensed professionals, bound by law and practicality.
Their duty was simple:
To stop those who used their Quirks illegally to harm others.
Villains.
Nothing more.
Anything beyond that crossed into vigilantism. And vigilantism, no matter how noble it is, had proven time and again to be dangerous. When individuals decided their justice outweighed society's, others followed. Subjective justice multiplied. Conflicts chained together and Chaos spread.
The system existed to prevent that collapse.
All Might understood this better than most. He even agreed with parts of Adam's outlook. His justice is limited, Corruption existed. Injustice existed. But heroes were not equipped to uproot governments or police morality on a global scale. Those battles belonged to institutions, not symbols.
Adam's vision was vast.
Too vast.
And incompatible with the world as it currently stood.
Both Nezu and All Might reached the same quiet conclusion:
This discussion would not end today. And forcing it would only harden positions.
The conclusion was unanimous: this kid needed life to uppercut him a few times.
So All Might gently redirected the conversation.
He cleared his throat.
"Principal," he said, turning toward Nezu, "you mentioned a place where Adam-shonen could stay. I don't remember UA had any dorms yet. Where exactly is he going to live?"
Adam snapped out of his dark, serious mood. He sat up straighter, listening carefully. Just yesterday, he was mentally preparing to sleep in a discarded fridge, now he will live in UA High School.
'Wait, hold on. Where exactly are they shoving me?' Adam's internal monologue began to churn at a frantic, high-definition speed.
'the dorms aren't canon yet. Am I going to be A classroom hobo?' He visualized himself curled up under a chalkboard, using a stack of history textbooks as a makeshift pillow while Janitors mopped around his head.
The anxiety spiked, sharp and cold.
'Ya RAbi, don't let them hand me one of those yellow cocoons. I am not mentally prepared to live the life of a sedentary, sleep-deprived caterpillar like Aizawa. I have standards. I have a spine that requires actual support.'
He paused his chaotic thoughts as he realized the positive in the negative, the yang in the yin...
'Actually, who am I kidding? If the floor is heated, I'm sold. Even a drafty classroom is a five-star resort compared to a rusty fridge.' Curiosity and a very specific, poverty-induced dread warred behind his eyes as he waited for the verdict.
Nezu noticed All Might's intention to change the topic instantly.
He did not comment on it.
Instead, he smiled.
He stood up, his small paws tucked into his pockets. He had a mysterious, almost playful smile on his face. "I have the perfect place. It's a spot where he won't be disturbed and can train until his heart is content."
He adjusted his suit and gestured toward the door.
"Follow me."
they stepped outside, took the school bus, and headed toward the massive training grounds.
...
The bus came to a halt with a heavy pneumatic hiss, its tires crunching against the gravel of the restricted U.A. outskirts. As the doors folded open, Adam stepped down, and the first thing that hit him was the scale of the place.
A massive, towering gate stood before them, built into a thick concrete wall that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky and across the horizon. It wasn't just a fence, it was a fortification. as if it were prepared for a direct assault from Godzilla.
'This... if I remember correctly, this is where the entrance exam happens.'
Adam swallowed hard. He remembered the anime earlier Episodes, Midoriya's desperate leap, the Zero-Pointer being reduced to scrap metal with one smash from The one snap Man. It had been the first real showcase of One For All, and it impacted his mind and left a deep impression.
'I didn't realize it from my small phone screen, but this gate is massive. Mashae Allah... it's like the Zoldyck Family Gate. Am I going to have to push open ten tons of steel just to go out buy grocery?'
The ground beta gate In the anime, it looked like a cool movie set. In reality, it was a terrifying monument to how much money U.A. had to burn.
Adam craned his neck back until his spine protested.
"Principal Nezu," Adam said mindlessly, his voice echoing flatly against the concrete. "I have to ask... what's with the obsession with 'big things'? Is this some kind of deep-seated insecurity because of your height? Do you feel the need to compensate with all this external girth?"
The words hung in the air like a lead balloon. Adam's brain caught up exactly one full second too late.
"…Ah."
Adam's eyes went wide. The realization hit him a second too late, the filter between his brain and his mouth had completely evaporated. It was happening again, the more comfortable he got with someone, the more his internal monologue started leaking out like a cracked pipe.
SMACK.
He slapped his own lips with the force of a thunderclap.
'My damned, treacherous mouth! I just insulted the boss of this fortress! I'm finished! I'm going back to the fridge! No, the fridge would be a luxury, at this rate, he's going to turn me into a sentient lab-rat specimen. Fix it! Adam, deploy the Emergency Butt-Licking Maneuvers! NOW!'
"Pff—!"
"Kh—cough—HACK!"
All Might didn't just cough, he performed a violent, full-body convulsion that nearly sprayed the pavement with the Symbol of Peace's lifeblood. He let out a choked, panicked sound, his skeletal frame rattling like a bag of dry bones as he tried to process the boy's suicidal bluntness.
He couldn't count how many times this kid had nearly given him a heart attack, but this was the pinnacle.
The Symbol of Peace wouldn't be ended by All For One, he'd be taken out by a Shonen with no social brakes.
"Cough—kh—Adam-shonen—!" His shoulders shook with the force of a man fighting for his soul.
"That is—! That is not an appropriate—! Principal..."
All Might looked at Nezu nervously, then turned back to Adam with a look that clearly said: 'You are on your own. I am not dying with you.'
'All Mightooo! Do the "don't worry cus I am here" thing! Why are you stepping back?! You traitor! Are you really going to let a mouse eat me?!' Adam sent a pleading, desperate look toward the hero, but All Might simply shook his head and retreated another three steps to safety.
Nezu slowly walked toward Adam.
Very slowly.
Too slowly.
Tap, Tap, Tap
His tiny footsteps sounded like a death knell, His Face turned dark, His shadow stretched long across the pavement, and for a heartbeat, His eyes glowed Like two tiny LED flashlights of pure malice. The temperature of the air seemed to drop ten degrees.
Adam stiffened, his survival instincts finally screaming at him.
In Order to not return to that fridge, in order to live in his dream place...
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, sir!" his voice climbed an entire octave, reaching a pitch of pure desperation.
"My mouth has a separate consciousness! It's a biological defect! A neurological glitch! I accept full responsibility! Please don't expel me! I'll polish every tile in this school with my own body!"
Nzeu Reached two steps in front of Adam, He Lifted his Head, His small, dark eyes were shadowed, and for a moment, the air around him felt ten degrees colder. A heavy, suffocating pressure radiated from the Principal.
"Height... insecurity?" Nezu's voice was a low, dangerous whisper that made the hair on the back of Adam's neck stand up.
gulp
The sound of Adam swallowing his saliva was loud enough to echo.
"I-I meant... it's a very efficient use of space! A testament to your architectural genius! You are truly the greatest brain in this hemisphere!" Adam's words were coming out in a frantic, oily stream of flattery.
Nezu ignored the flattery and said coldly.
"Do you know, how many 'Titans of Industry' I have dismantled? How many people thought I was 'cute' right before I seized their assets and left them with nothing but the clothes on their backs?"
Adam froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was dead. He was definitely dead. He'd be turned into a laboratory experiment by a chimera.
He could almost see the specimen jar labeled 'Unique Species : Disrespectful Moroccan Shonen #001.'
"All Might," Nezu said softly, far too softly. "Do you know how many ways this facility can be used to quietly dispose of a body?"
Adam's face went the color of bleached bone.
"…Sir?"
"All Might," Nezu continued, completely ignoring Adam's existence, "do you prefer the acid vats, or the high-intensity incineration tunnels?"
Adam's brain finally short-circuited. The sheer, overwhelming agitation of his soul took over. He didn't scream. He didn't cry. Instead, he did the only thing his body knew how to do when the stress reached a 10/10 level.
"HAW HAW HAW!!!"
(when Moroccans are emotionally agitated we start barking literally look at this video at 1:04)"
"I WAS JOKING—! I SWEAR I RESPECT SHORT KINGS—DON'T YOU GUYS NEED MY NEGATION POWER TO FIGHT AGAINST THAT VILLAIN? I'M STILL USEFUL PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
Nezu stepped right up to Adam's feet. He looked up, his face a mask of cold, calculating authority. He paused.
Then—
pfftt
He burst out laughing.
It was high-pitched. It was bright. It was absolutely, terrifyingly unhinged.
"HAHAHAHA! Oh, that was hilarious!" Nezu clapped his paws together, the scary aura evaporating like mist. "You should have seen your face! Your pupils actually dilated to 90%! A classic stress response! and what's with the barking? A unique cultural mechanism in African countries? Fascinating! Simply fascinating!"
Adam blinked, his heart still trying to exit through his ribcage. "…Eh?"
All Might finally lost the battle. He bent over, hands on his knees, laughing so hard that actual tears began to stream down his face.
"Principal—! You can't—! You'll give Adam-Shonen a heart attack before he even see his house."
Adam Stood frozen like a malfunctioned robot.
"Adam-shonen!" All Might wheezed, wiping his eyes.
"The Principal was merely... testing your spirit! And you showed great spirit in your... uh... highly rhythmic barking and begging!"
Adam returned to his sense.
'It was a prank? They were joking? Ha. Ha. THE JOKE IS NOT FUNNY! I NEARLY SAW THE WHITE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!' Adam screamed inwardly, though outwardly he just looked like nothing happened, he must let them forget his pathetic self.
'Act carefree Adam, act nonchalant!'
Nezu wiped a tiny tear from his eye with a paw.
"I couldn't help it. I was curious to see how you would respond under genuine pressure. But seriously, Adam-kun, if it were someone else, like Aizawa-kun, they wouldn't hesitate to give you a 'physical correction.' Be careful. Not everyone is as lenient as I am."
His expression softened, just a fraction. "But... I am glad you've become comfortable enough to speak your mind. It shows trust. Thank you for that."
Adam exhaled a breath he felt like he'd been holding since the previous century, rubbing his chest.
"I genuinely thought I was about to become ground fertilizer. My life flashed before my eyes and it was mostly just me laying on bed watching anime."
"Well," Nezu said pleasantly, his tone shifting back to that of a polite, albeit slightly sadistic, host. He turned toward the massive fortification. "Welcome home, Adam-kun."
He pressed a button on a small remote. For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind whistling through the high-tensile wires. Then, the earth began to groan.
RUMBLE—CLANG—HISSS!
The massive doors began to divide with a thunderous, low-frequency grind that sent vibrations straight through the soles of Adam's shoes and up into his teeth. A plume of pressurized air hissed from the seams as the pristine, artificial skyline of Ground Beta revealed itself beyond the threshold. It was a concrete ghost town, silent and waiting.
"Wait," Adam stammered, his eyes darting from a fake skyscraper to a mock-up convenience store. "Am I... am I actually living here?"
It finally dawned on Adam why they arrived here, He misunderstood why they brought him here probably to see his power but didn't expect this outcome.
Nezu pointed toward the concrete horizon, toward a cluster of mock-building used for Hero course students training.
"There! You have an entire city to yourself! No neighbors, no distractions, It's the ultimate training and living environment, Choose any building you like."
Adam's Jaws dropped to the ground, An entire small city for him to live in...He can choose any building, This is something he hadn't even imagined in his wildest dreams.
Adam inhaled sharply, his chest swelling until his shirt strained. Then, with zero shame and the maximum volume of a man who had just won the life lottery:
"ALLAHU AKBAR!"
"WHat!!"
Nezu nearly performed a backflip in pure fright, his fur standing on end like he'd been struck by lightning. His paws flew up in a defensive stance, his black eyes wide with the genuine fear that Adam had just triggered a forbidden ultimate move.
All Might, who was becoming a veteran of Adam's sudden outbursts, quickly stepped in with a shaky, placating hand.
"Principal, Principal! Please, lower your hackles! He's not exploding... well, not physically. He just likes to express his emotions at a volume that defies physics. You'll get used to it... probably around the time your hearing starts to fail."
Adam didn't wait for permission. He lunged into Ground Beta like a golden retriever that had just discovered the world's largest tennis ball. He spun in circles, grinning at the streetlights, petting the concrete walls, and marveling at the lack of rust.
"…SubhanAllah," he whispered, his voice cracking with genuine, soul-deep awe as the adults followed behind him. "Yesterday I was literally calculating if a cardboard box could be made waterproof with enough duct tape. Turns out my good deeds and that one prophet Moses supplication really did pay off. The interest rate on those blessings is insane!"
Adam suddenly skidded to a halt, a look of profound, high-stakes curiosity crossing his face. He turned back to the two adults, his expression as innocent as a newborn lamb.
"…Can I live in a different house every single day? Like a nomadic urban king?"
All Might burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the fake buildings. "No, Adam-shonen. Absolutely not."
Nezu chuckled, smoothing down his ruffled fur. "The buildings are currently unfurnished shells. Transporting a bed and a refrigerator across city blocks every twenty-four hours would be… logistically offensive. Pick one and stay there."
Adam nodded sagely, though his eyes were already scanning for the building with the best balcony. "Fair point. But Principal, this is a hero training ground. What happens when the students and the scary teachers find me lurking in the shadows like a city-dwelling cryptid?"
Nezu smiled, his whiskers twitching as they walked deeper into the district. "That is why your 'base' must be in the deepest sector of the city. Our students generally operate in the outer perimeters. As long as you don't go strolling through the middle of a high-intensity combat exercise, you won't encounter them. As for the staff... they will be briefed on the existence of our... 'special guest'."
Adam followed, but his mind had already pivoted to the only thing that actually mattered in the 21st century. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial, life-or-death whisper.
"Principal... let's talk about the essentials. Is there Wifi? And does the electricity actually stay on, or is it for show?"
He could handle the lack of grocery stores. He could handle the loneliness. He could even handle the lack of running water if he had to. But a world without internet was a world without oxygen.
Nezu's eyes twinkled with a hint of warning.
"U.A. operates on a highly secured, military-grade private network," he replied smoothly. "I would strongly advise against visiting… 'shady websites.' Our firewall is quite sentient, and to avoid being targeted by the various hacker groups that constantly assault our servers, I keep a very close eye on all traffic."
Adam waved his hands frantically, his face turning a light shade of pink.
"Understood! Understood! Don't worry, I'm a man of culture, not a man of crime! I just need social media to check the world hasn't ended, anime for soul-sustenance, and educational content to learn Japanese so I don't keep insulting people by accident!"
"Adam-shonen," All Might interjected, his voice dropping into a stern, mentor-like rumble.
"You likely won't have time for a social media scrolling or binge-watching. You have the entire Japanese national curriculum, from elementary to junior high, to cram into your brain. Not to mention physical conditioning, Quirk mastery, and language immersion. In the next ten months, you won't just be living here. You will be going Plus Ultra every waking second."
Adam's grin didn't just fade, it flash-froze.
'Ya Latif, I forgot i Have a hellish training waiting for me, a Crash course to Participate in the battle against All For One, Cursed Potato Head Ruined My dreams of a carefree life in a private city, it just went up in smoke like this....sigh...I don't know where am i even heading.'
He looked up at the sky, his eyes twitching.
'Sigh... I'm being forced into a shonen trope. Yoo, Author! I know you're watching! This is blatant exploitation! Where are my human rights? Where is my free will? You're just railroading me into the plot! Stop banging my destiny without my consent!'
But then, a spark of fire ignited in his dark eyes. He clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white.
_'No... this is fine. I always wanted to transform. to become a man, to become strong, cool. without being forced, i won't muster any will to change, i should go plus ultra, if i master this negation power, i can become the strongest hero in this world, once i accumulate enough heroic deeds, i may have opportunity to go back, maybe i won't even need the system help, maybe i can reach the level of negating the dimensional barrier and be able to travel back to my old world, at that time i will bring wealth, treasures, wives, children with me to earth, mom and sisters will be surprised.'
The determination on his face was so intense it was almost frightening.
He turned to All Might, his gaze burning like a furnace.
"Bring it on! Please, don't hold anything back!" Adam shouted, his voice echoing off the fake skyscrapers of Ground Beta.
"I want you to be as rough as possible with me, Uncle Yagi! I'm ready to be completely broken and remade by your hands! Don't worry about my screams, just keep going until your heart is content!"
All Might's jaw twitched. He opened his mouth to say something, but Adam was just getting started, fueled by a terrifying cocktail of passion and delusion.
"I promise to be perfectly obedient! I'll do whatever you tell me to do, no matter how hard it is or how much it hurts! I'm yours to command!"
Adam stepped closer to the skeletal hero, his eyes burning.
"Remember, Uncle Yagi... we Moroccans are like cumin. You won't get the best out of us, you won't truly get that deep, spicy scent, until you really grind us down! So please... don't be gentle! Don't show me an ounce of mercy! Grind me, Uncle Yagi! Grind me until I'm finally useful!"
The silence that followed was so heavy it practically had its own gravitational pull.
A single, dry leaf blew across the concrete between them. All Might looked like he was trying to phase out of reality. His face went from its usual gaunt pale to a shade of crimson.
his hand trembling as he reached for a handkerchief to wipe the blood, and the sheer awkwardness, from his lips.
Nezu, on the other hand, was perfectly still. His whiskers were twitching at a frequency that suggested he was recording this entire interaction for future blackmail.
'Wait, why are they looking at me like I just confessed to a crime?' Adam thought, his smug grin wavering.
'I just gave the most fire "hard-work" speech in history! The cumin metaphor was a stroke of genius! I'm showing them I have the grit! The spice! The... wait, why is All Might backing away like I have a plague?'
"Adam-shonen," All Might finally managed to wheeze out, his voice cracking.
I... I appreciate the... fervor. But please, for the love of all that is holy... never, ever say those words in that specific order ever again. Especially not to me. Especially not in public."
"it seems we need to add English, or at least 'Contextual Expressions', to your curriculum. Your choice of words is... ahem... highly inappropriate when taken literally."
"Huh?" Adam's eyes widened, his heroic pose collapsing. "Did I say something wrong?"
Seeing the boy's genuine innocence, All Might felt a surge of guilt for his own "dirty" interpretation. If only he knew that the mind of the boy in front of him was filthier than a hundred Minetas packed into a single uniform.
"Ahem," Nezu interjected, expertly steering the conversation away from the linguistic abyss. "Before we settle in, I want to see this Negation ability in action. Let's do a preliminary test right here."
"Ah, yes!" All Might agreed, grateful for the lifeline. "Adam-kun, show us what you can do. Let's see the spark of that fire."
Adam's eyes lit up. This was it. The moment to prove he wasn't just a loud-mouthed squatter.
'Time to show off! Finally, a chance to pay back some of that aura debt! Ya Rab, please don't let me embarrass myself in front of this smart ass mouse.'"
Adam cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Okay. So, what's the protocol here? Am I allowed to actually… break stuff? Because let's be clear: I don't have a single yen to my name. If I chip the paint and you send me a bill, my only payment option is cleaning toilets!"
Nezu waved a tiny paw dismissively, his expression radiating the casual wealth of a being who owned a significant portion of Japan's infrastructure.
"Think nothing of it! This is a controlled environment. Damage is expected, even encouraged! I wouldn't mind if you leveled the entire district, provided you don't accidentally incinerate the Symbol of Peace or myself."
Adam's eyes gleamed with a dangerous, delusional spark. He straightened his back, puffing out his chest.
"Alright. Watch closely. I'm going to turn a whole building into literal stardust!"
Nezu's whiskers vibrated with intellectual greed.
"Oh? So you intend to negate the molecular bonds that hold the structure's materials together? Absolute disassembly at a subatomic level… fascinating! I'm curious to see if the release of potential energy results in a heat bloom or a silent collapse."
All Might, however, didn't share the mouse's scientific glee. He stepped forward, his hand coming down on Adam's shoulder with the weight of a stern father.
"Adam-shonen, listen to me. This is very important."
All Might put a heavy hand on Adam's shoulder. His face was very serious.
"Yesterday, you made Quirks disappear in the whole Musutafu city. That was like turning off a light switch. When your power stopped, the light came back on. The people and their powers came back. Everything was okay."
He pointed at the concrete building in front of them.
"But today is different. You want to break the 'glue' that holds this building together. If you use your power to break those pieces, the building will fall down. It will become dust."
All Might looked Adam in the eye.
"Even when you stop your power later, the building will still be dust. It will not fix itself. If you break a glass into a thousand pieces, it stays broken. There is no 'undo' button for this. So, you must be very careful. If you lose control, you will break things that can never be fixed."
Nezu's beady eyes narrowed to slits. He'd been so absorbed in the mechanics that he'd missed the obvious risk. His small body leaned forward, voice sharpened by urgency.
"Adam-shōnen, listen carefully. Monitor the range. Start small. Keep it contained at all costs."
Adam answered by flapping his hands like he was brushing dust off the air, confidence oozing out of every pore.
"Relax, Principal. You're stressing too much. I've got full control."
That reassurance convinced exactly no one.
Nezu glanced at All Might. Just one look. A quiet, mutual understanding passed between them.
If this goes wrong, smash him immediately.
Adam, oblivious to their worry, began scanning the concrete horizon.
'Hmm, let's see. These are all going to be my houses soon. I can't just blow up the nice ones. I need the smallest, ugliest one.'
Adam kept looking around until he found the suitable test subject, a two story plain looking building, the smallest one he could see.
He began to walk toward it. In his head, a heavy, epic anime soundtrack began to swell. He took slow, "cool" strides, imagining his back looking ten feet tall and imposing, like Saitama walking toward a world-ending threat, ready to unleash a serious punch.
But to All Might and Nezu, the "epic" walk was a disaster. They watched a thin young man marching forward with his right leg swinging way out to the west and his left leg thrown way out to the east, his fists clenched tight like he was fighting the air.
Their lips twitched. It was a battle of wills to keep the laughter from exploding out of their mouths.
Still riding his wave of ignorant confidence, Adam reached the building and slammed a palm against the gray wall.
'Okay, what's the line? I need a cool line.'
His brain immediately opened an internal archive labeled ANIME QUOTES I'VE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE TO USE.
Scrolling Scrolling, Too edgy, Too long, Too cringe.
Bingo.
Adam closed his eyes. He visualized the dark energy of negation erupting forth, coating the building like an abyss swallowing reality itself.
"Go go go shawty," he declared confidently, "cover the whole building for me, baby!"
Adam suddenly opened his eyes like an ancient anime character who unleash a sudden pressure on a junior, like Raileigh unleashing his domineering Haki.
he used his secret trick, the only way he knew how to move the energy.
He focused everything on his lower abdomen, squeezing his muscles with the same desperate pressure of someone trying to win a battle on a toilet seat.
"HAKAIIII!"
He screamed the word for "Destruction" at the top of his lungs. He still remembered Beerus from Dragon Ball using that power to delete planets, and he wanted that same energy.
All Might and Nezu Tensed in expectation.
All Might was ready to transform at any moment to knock out Adam if his power got out of control.
A black, ink-like energy began to bleed from Adam's palm. It spread across the wall like a drop of ink falling into water. It moved fast for the first two meters, but then, it hit a wall.
Suddenly, Adam's muscles felt like they were being stretched on a rack. It was heavy. It was painful. It felt like trying to touch his toes while his legs were made of solid iron.
'What's happening? Why is it so heavy? Don't tell me...this is my limit?'
Sweat poured down his face as he pushed. He had only covered the first floor, one side of it's walls. He had promised to turn the whole building to dust, but right now, he was just handing the universe a giant paddle to slap his face with.
He refused to let his "Aura" go into more debt and struggled with All-His-Might to push it.
"MOVE—" Adam screamed, veins bulging, "FOR— ME!!"
TOOOZZZZZ!
The sound didn't come from the building. It didn't come from the black energy. It came from the sheer, unfiltered pressure of Adam's "Dantian" finally finding an exit. It was a loud, high-pitched, and incredibly resonant Moroccan trumpet blast that echoed perfectly off the surrounding buildings.
[-9,999,999,999 AURA]
The silence that followed was the kind of silence that ends civilizations.
Nezu and All Might didn't move. For a solid three seconds, they stood like statues in a museum of shattered expectations.
Slowly, with the synchronized grace of a professional dance troupe, they both took a long, exaggerated step backward. In perfect unison, they raised their hands to cover their noses.
'I was ready to sacrifice my life,' All Might thought, his blue eyes glassy and distant. 'I was standing here, prepared to throw my body into the path of a molecular vacuum to save the Principal. I was visualizing the future of hero society. And instead... I am standing in a cloud of Moroccan street-food aftermath.' He looked at Adam's trembling back, a cold dread settling in his stomach.
'can he really participate with us against All For One? Will the final battle of this era be decided by... gastrointestinal pressure?'
Nezu's mind, usually a supercomputer of infinite calculations, had completely blue-screened. 'The data... it doesn't align. The energy signature was rising. The dark matter was expanding. And then... a sudden release of pressurized methane? Is the Negation power fueled by the digestive system? Do I need to change his training regime to include more fiber, or less? No, more importantly... why is it so spicy?'
Adam stood frozen, his palm still glued to the wall, his face a shade of red that shouldn't be biologically possible.
'Author, if you're there, just delete this scene,' Adam pleaded silently to the void.
'Take me back to the fridge. The fridge didn't judge me. The fridge didn't have the Symbol of Peace smelling my spicy Moroccan fart'.
All Might asked, concerned, "Adam-shonen, is this your limit? How can this be possible?" He couldn't believe it. If this was all Adam could do, how much training would be needed to go from yesterday's quirk incident to anything useful? How long until Adam could actually help against All For One, Six months? a year? or more? They don't have that time!
"It seems this is his limit," Nezu said, calm as ever. "That incident was clearly a special case, a short burst of potential squeezed out. I had that possibility in mind, so I'm not shocked."
Adam was vibrating with shame, sweat pouring down his face like a leaky faucet. He turned his head slowly, a shaky, desperate grin fixed on his face as he tried to perform a tactical cover-up of the biological sound he'd just produced.
"I-I did that on purpose!" Adam stammered, his voice an octave too high. "My Mom always taught me not to waste things. Destroying a whole building is… it's a sin! I'm just being… eco-friendly!"
All Might watched the boy's shoulders tremble, the silence of Ground Beta magnifying the sheer, heavy awkwardness of the moment. He sighed, a long, weary sound that seemed to deflate his very spirit, and rubbed his temples.
the raid was coming. It could be six months at max, it could be one. That ticking clock had been screaming in All Might's ears since Yesterday. But as he looked at the boy, red-faced, sweating, and desperately trying to act "cool" to hide his shame, the Symbol of Peace felt a sharp pang of guilt.
'What am I doing?' All Might thought, his gaze softening as the heroic fire in his eyes dimmed into something more fatherly.
'I am putting too much expectations on a kid, how pathetic am i!'
He realized, with a jolt of clarity, that the pressure of the League of Villains had warped his own perspective. He had been treating Adam like a strategic asset, a "Negation Weapon" to be pointed at the enemy, rather than a boy who had been thrust into a world of monsters without a map.
'I was blinded by my own fear,' he admitted to himself, the tension in his jaw finally relaxing. 'He isn't a weapon. He is a student. he needs a teacher to show him how to stand. If I force him to grow too fast, I won't be making a hero, I'll be breaking a soul.'
The urgency was still there, lurking in the back of his mind, but All Might pushed it aside. He decided, right then and there, to let go of the "Raid Timeline." He wouldn't train Adam for a war, he would train him for a life.
The "Plus Ultra" fire was still there, but now, it wasn't a furnace to melt Adam down, it was a hearth to keep him warm.
"Adam-kun, Quirks are like muscles. They grow with the body. To break this two-meter limit, you need intense physical training so you could push past this. For now, focus on what you can do." Nezu Said calmly.
Adam turned back to the wall, setting his jaw.
'_t most two meters radius,' he thought.
'This is my range. My nerf. My limit. It'll grow with my body, like in every anime i saw. I have to prove myself even with this tiny range. If I look useless, I'll lose my value. All Might seems like a good, trusting uncle, Principal Nezu looks harmless and easygoing. But they're human. Emotions change fast. Right now I'm valuable, talented, useful, maybe even 'heroic' in their eyes. If I stay mediocre, that favorability will fade until we're strangers.'
He took a deep breath, squeezing his glutes with a grip of iron, determined that no further "Qi" would escape the back door. He raised his hand, his eyes glowing with the manic energy of a man who has watched too much Bleach.
"BAN... KAI——!!! Senbonzakura Kageyoshi!!!" Adam shouted, throwing the last of his aura into the word. He pinned his hope to the move, to regain his aura, his value, his prestige.
His scream resounded through the entire empty ground beta, echoing through the empty building.
The sound sent a chill through All Might and Nezu — not because it was cool, but because—
"All Might... Adam-shonen...can't be saved," Nezu murmured, voice heavy.
"He is too far gone. The Chunibyo has reached the bone marrow. It is terminal."
"Principal... I know," All Might said softly. "From the first moment, I've suspected we can't save him from this. We can only direct it toward villains. We must be careful, delusional shōnen are unstable. They can fall into darkness easily."
"Umm"
Adam was oblivious to their whispering and visualized the negation not just coating the wall, but diving into it. He targeted the Intermolecular Forces, the invisible "glue" holding the calcium silicate and aluminate particles together.
If a microscope had been present, it would have seen a horror movie. The black ink of Negation flooded the subatomic spaces, canceling the electromagnetic bonds. The particles were suddenly "freed" from their social contract.
In less than the blink of an eye the coat vanished, and with it the bonds.
The concrete, once solid and durable, fell apart into fine particles. For a heartbeat the wall kept its shape, then wind swept the loose grains away.
It wasn't the cinematic collapse Adam had pictured, the freed particles simply returned to earth and air, dispersing into dust and sky.
Adam, All Might, and Nezu stood dumbfounded.
All Might felt dread like a shadow passing over his heart.
' Could I resist that? If he touches me… I don't just die. I become a cloud of dust...'
All it took was one contact and a person could be finished. And this was only one of many possible uses of Adam's quirk.
At the same time, All Might felt a sliver of fortune, fate had put this volatile asset in their camp before a villain could recruit him. This power could turn the tables if they learned to control it.
Nezu's paws were trembling, his claws clicking like a rapid-fire telegraph. He wasn't just looking at a broken wall, he was looking at the end of physics as he knew it. He began to mutter, his voice a high-pitched blur of terrifying excitement.
"Subarashi... truly marvelous..." Nezu whispered, his eyes wide and unblinking. "He negated the Intermolecular Forces, the invisible 'magnetic glue' that keeps molecules together. Usually, you need massive heat to turn a solid into dust, but he did it for free! It's like he told the wall to simply 'forget' how to be solid..."
He took a step closer to the shimmering haze of what used to be a wall.
"The applications... they are endless. If he can negate the Strong Nuclear Force, the power that holds the center of an atom together, he could take nuclear waste and just… make it stop being dangerous. And in a fight? He wouldn't even need to hit a villain. He could negate the Friction under their feet so they can never stand up, or the Surface Tension of their skin so they literally melt like water..."
Nezu's breathing hitched, a manic light glowing in his eyes as his thoughts went even deeper into the dark side of science.
"But the big one... the ultimate potential... what happens if he negates the Quantum State of matter? Every particle has a 'plus' or 'minus' identity. If he negates the 'Normal' identity of a particle, he could flip the balance of the Dirac Sea, the invisible ocean of energy that fills the universe. By negating 'Normal Matter,' he would be left with the opposite: Antimatter."
Nezu's voice dropped to a shaky, terrified whisper.
"If he touches a building and negates its 'Normalcy,' the Antimatter he creates would touch the air and… Annihilation. Pure energy. A boom that makes a nuclear bomb look like a firecracker. He's not just a destroyer... he's a walking factory for the most dangerous substance in existence. I must be careful. I must Teach him physics and chemistry profoundly, or else he will cause unexpected disasters without knowing..."
Even Adam was stunned.
'Allahu Akbar… I actually did it? I'm… I'm a beast!'
[+9999 Aura]
But the "Aura Debt" was high, he had a long road to repay it.
Then the mental strain hit him like a physical blow. His vision began to spin, the world tilting at a 45-degree angle. His legs turned into overcooked noodles.
"I'm... I'm a king..." Adam muttered, his eyes rolling back as he began to tilt toward the floor.
"Adam-shonen! Stay with me!" All Might surged forward, his long limbs blurring as he caught the boy before his face met the concrete. He held the youth with the care of a man holding a priceless, ticking time bomb. "Are you alright?! Talk to me!"
Adam's breath came in ragged, disorganized hitches. His legs felt like they were made of wet cardboard, and his hands trembled with the frantic rhythm of a man who hadn't eaten in a week. It was a familiar, hollow sensation, one he'd felt months ago during his deepest depression, where even the air felt too heavy to breathe.
"Ya Latif...As If i had slain my dragon five times continuously."
Adam's head lolled back, his voice a pathetic, airy whisper. "I feel empty, Uncle Yagi... I need food. I need an entire buffet."
In his mind, Adam felt like Luffy after a Gear Fourth transformation, completely drained and ready to eat a literal sea king. If he weren't so exhausted, he would have grabbed Nezu by the collar and screamed: "MEAT! BRING ME MEAT!"
Nezu trotted over, his black eyes scanning Adam's dilated pupils and twitching fingers with clinical precision.
"Hmm. It appears his Negation consumes his biological fuel at an alarming rate," Nezu muttered, stroking his whiskers. "He's burned through his active glucose. If he pushed further, his quirk would start eating his own fat reserves, drying up his blood, and literally consuming his life force just to stay active. He's essentially a high-performance engine with a fuel tank the size of a thimble."
All Might looked at the boy, then at Nezu : "Principal, how do we fix this? How do we expand his area of attack and his stamina before the Raid begin?"
Nezu's eyes twinkled with a spark of dark, educational joy. "All Might. We must build the vessel to hold the power. I assume you are already designing a hellish physical regime for him?"
Suddenly, Adam's head snapped up. Despite his shaking limbs, his eyes sparked with a manic, terrifying light.
"Hellish training?" Adam rasped, a twitchy grin spreading across his face. "Uncle Yagi... how hellish are we talking? Give it to me straight. Am I going to see my ancestors? Am I going to vomit my own soul? I'm excited!"
Both Nezu and All Might froze. They stared at Adam as if he had just grown a second, even more annoying head.
"Adam-shonen," Nezu said slowly, his voice laced with genuine doubt. "That is not a reaction a sane person has. Most people run from pain. You are... welcoming it. I truly cannot classify you. Are you a new type of masochist?"
Adam's grin widened, revealing his sharp fangs in a look so creepy it would have sent a seasoned villain running for the hills. If Adam ever tried to say "I am here!" with that face, the victims would probably die of heart failure before he could save them.
"I've spent my whole life watching this in anime!"
Adam shouted, his Moroccan-accented English vibrating with a sudden, desperate passion.
"I wanted to do it, but my lazy ass and my social anxiety kept me locked in my room! The desire to change has been eating me alive for years! I'm tired of being mediocre! I'm tired of being the invisible guy in the back of the class, in family circle! I want to shine like a star, and if I have to walk through hell to do it, then let's go! My mental pain was way heavier than some dumb muscle ache! It's time to explode!"
The two adults felt the raw, unpolished weight of his spirit. It wasn't the noble "Self-Sacrifice" of a traditional hero, it was the "Pure Desperation" of a man who refused to be a loser for one more second.
Nezu smiled, a sharp, toothy expression. "Admirable. Truly. All Might, I believe your standard methods won't be enough for a spirit this... volatile. I will deploy every resource U.A. has. Support gadgets, Recovery Girl's healing, and a customized diet. We will achieve a soaring speed of progress for both Adam-kun and your other successor."
Nezu turned back toward the city. "But first, we must settle our 'Star' into his new home."
"um."
With All Might's skeletal arm supporting his weight, Adam marched deeper into Ground Beta.
"Adam-kun, you can choose whatever house you like here."
Adam's gaze drifted over the concrete skyline. Most of the buildings were towering monoliths, brutal, cold, and far too large.
'A skyscraper? No way,' he thought, a shiver running down his spine. 'I'd freeze to death in the winter, and the heating bill alone would require me to rob a bank. But too small is also a risk. I need to leave room for the possibility of actually having friends one day.' so a three story height building is a good choice.'
He began mentally mapping out his ideal layout.
Third Floor: The "Holy Zone", his bedroom and private quarters, high enough to avoid the prying eyes of students during training sessions.
Second Floor: The "Zen Zone", empty space for meditation, prayer, and light training.
First Floor: The "Social Zone", a place to host guests, assuming he didn't accidentally scare everyone away first.
Finally, his eyes locked onto a target nestled between two massive high-rises. It was a modest, three-story building, gray and unassuming, but it had something the others didn't: a patch of genuine, green grass and a few brave trees huddled around its base. It looked like a tiny oasis in a desert of asphalt.
'Wait... grass? Soil?' Adam's heart skipped a beat. 'I could plow that. I could grow tomatoes! I could raise rabbits, chickens, maybe a cat that won't judge my life choices. This isn't just a house, it's a homestead. I'm starting to think about retirement before I've even started my hero journey. Is this what peace feels like?'
A wide, genuine smile broke across his face. He pointed a shaky finger toward the greenery. "I choose that one. The three-story one with the trees. It's got... soul."
All Might and Nezu followed his pointing finger direction and saw it.
All Might and Nezu followed his gaze, squinting at the small structure dwarfed by the surrounding towers.
"Hmm, quite a cozy choice," Nezu nodded, his intellectual curiosity satisfied by Adam's practical taste. "It has character. Very 'urban cottage core'."
All Might let out a breath he'd been holding, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "An excellent choice, Adam-kun! I'll admit, I was worried you'd pick a penthouse suite with eighty floors and a helipad. It seems I've underestimated your grounded nature."
Adam waved a hand dismissively, though he was secretly pleased. "I'm not a masochist, Uncle Yagi. Why would I want to haul furniture up eighty flights of stairs? Even with my power, that's just a recipe for a bad back. Plus, big buildings feel like offices. Living in an office is just a corporate prison with better beds. I want a home, not a cubicle."
Nezu clapped his tiny paws together.
"Very well. Since the 'Adam Estate' has been officially selected, you may go with All Might to Musutafu Supermarket to get your supplies. Beds, desks, kitchenware, etc..."
...
Musutafu Supermarket.
As Adam trailed behind All Might, he watched the tall, skeletal man toss items into the cart with the casual air of a king. Plush pillows, high-thread-count sheets, a shimmering new PlayStation, and even those expensive fluffy slippers Adam had eyed for exactly three seconds before All Might grabbed them.
For the first time, the iconic phrase, "Don't worry, because I am here," didn't sound like a battle cry. To Adam's ears, it sounded like: "Don't worry, my credit card has no limit."
They waited for the indigo curtain of twilight to fall over Japan before having the haul delivered to UA. Under the cover of darkness, they smuggled the life of a modern teenager into the heart of a mock city.
Adam stepped into the center of the living room and stopped. The air was heavy, tasting of stagnant time and ancient, forgotten stone. Thick blankets of gray dust draped over every surface like a funeral shroud, undisturbed for years.
He lifted his hand, palm open. This time, there was no grand shout, no "Hakai," no bulging veins. He simply focused on the dust presence itself. he simply denied its right to be there.
A black energy, thin and liquid like spilled ink, rolled out across the floorboards. It didn't act like a broom. The dust didn't swirl into the air or scatter into the corners. The moment the black tide touched the gray grime, the dust was simply... rejected.
The transition was violent in its silence. One inch of the floor was a graveyard of filth; the next was a pristine, polished surface that looked like it had been buffed by a professional. Adam swept his arm toward the walls, covering it in the dark energy, and the cobwebs vanished mid-air. Even the stale, musty odor was cut off halfway through a breath, replaced by a vacuum-like neutrality.
When the black energy finally receded, the room started shimmering from cleanness. Adam didn't move. He stood perfectly still, his eyes narrowed, watching the floor like he expected a trap.
One second. Five seconds. Ten.
Nothing. Not a single speck of gray reappeared.
"...Huh."
He walked to a far corner where a stubborn patch of grime still clung to a window frame. He flicked his fingers, a tiny spark of negation snapping forward. negate._
The grime vanished. He waited again, staring at the wood until his eyes began to water. The grime did not return.
Adam lowered his hand slowly.
"So... this is the trick," he muttered, his voice echoing in the clean air.
when he had tried previously to negate the molecular bonds of the wall, the world had fought him. It was a tug-of-war against reality, a heavy, soul-crushing weight that demanded constant pressure.
But this? This was different. The dust hadn't resisted. It was too small, too insignificant to fight back against his negation.
"If the cost is low enough..." he whispered, a chill running down his spine, "I don't have to keep holding it."
He looked around the spotless room. Temporary negation was a struggle, it was a temporary silence. But when the target was weak, the negation stuck. It was a rejection done once, and done forever.
Adam realized he had found the second face of his power: the difference between a temporary hush and a permanent cancelation lie in the difference of energy, size, and probably life level, he still recall what that sound told him in that mysterious space when he acquired the power of negation.
"A handy trick, I'm Envious Adam-shonen." All Might entered the living room. his body already turned into his muscular form, holding sofas and bed frames over his shoulders as if they were made of balsa wood.
Hours later, the third floor felt like a home. They sat together on a plush, charcoal-gray couch, staring at the blank screen of the new 4K TV. The silence of Ground Beta pressed against the windows.
"Adam-shonen, the house is ready. I'll give you a day off to regain your energy and spirit. You'll need it. After tomorrow, meet me at the beach where you first arrived, the one choked with trash. I don't have a way to contact young Midoriya yet, so I'll have to meet him there personally. I think it's a good idea for you to join us; running on sand is a brutal, necessary exercise to enhance your stamina. Before I finalize the true training plan with Principal Nezu, we will use the shoreline as our dojo for the time being."
Adam bit his lip, his gaze wandering toward the dark, labyrinthine streets visible through the window. "Uncle Yagi, I... I don't actually know how to reach it. In fact, I have a severe problem with directions. My brain just deletes roads. If there isn't a clear, perfectly straight path, I'll get lost and end up in a different prefecture. I need a GPS, or better yet, a human guide."
All Might chuckled, the sound thin but warm. "Don't worry, Adam-kun. I'll send you the digital location. Now that you have a phone, finding the way is as simple as following a dot."
"Oh, by the way, Uncle Yagi," Adam leaned in, his eyes darting toward the silent router they had placed earlier. "Do you know the Wi-Fi password? I forgot to ask Principal Nezu in all the excitement."
"I don't have it on me," All Might admitted, pulling out his own device. "But I'll ask the Principal for you right now."
A few moments of rhythmic tapping followed. Then, the phone chimed with a crisp notification. All Might scanned the screen, his eyebrows lifting. "The Principal says that I should give him your phone's MAC Address first. Even if you have the password, without his manual approval, you won't be able to access the internet. He's white-listed the entire campus."
Adam groaned, slumping back. "Oh, he is surely sneaky and cautious, just like a real mouse."
"Ahem... Adam-kun," All Might warned, giving him a stern, pointed look. "Please refrain from making such remarks. Or else, the next time the Principal decides to 'intervene,' it might be exactly what he threatened earlier."
Adam let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh. He began looking left and right, peering into the shadows of the ceiling corners as if expecting to see a glowing red lens. "are there any hidden cameras in here?"
"I doubt it," All Might reassured him. "Since this part of the training ground isn't actually used for exercises, it's mostly just decor. Unless an entrance exam is beginning, the Principal won't bother planting wireless ones. As for now? No. You are unobserved."
"Alhamdulillah," Adam breathed, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple.
Then All Might Sent Adam's phone mac address to the principal, the later sent him the Wi-Fi password, and our MC finally connected to the internet of this new quirk filled world, and he lived happy ever after since then.
or that what he thought.
All Might stood up, his joints popping. "Now, Adam-shonen, I'll take my leave. See you the day after tomorrow."
"Huh?" Adam's heart skipped a beat. He lunged forward, grabbing All Might's shoulders with a grip of pure, unadulterated desperation. "Uncle Yagi, are you going to let me stay here alone? I thought you were going to live with me! Safety in numbers!"
In truth, the cold, creeping fingers of fear were already dancing up Adam's spine. Who knew which Jinn had been haunting these mock-buildings for centuries? They were probably lurking in the shadows right now, waiting for the Symbol of Peace to leave before they started pulling pranks on the lone foreigner. The mere thought made his back go cold.
"What are you afraid of, Adam-kun?" All Might asked, blinking in genuine confusion. "I really have to go. I have meetings to attend regarding the Villain League, and I still have my daily heroic activities. I can't stay. U.A. is the safest place on the planet, don't worry."
"But Uncle Yagi," Adam hissed, his eyes wide. "Maybe there is a ghost here! I heard they love abandoned places. Maybe some poor hero student died before fulfilling their wish and their vengeance turned them into a ghost attached to the school!"
Adam knew it was a total bullshit theory. In his faith, people went to the Barzakh, a transitionary dimension, after death. But he was in an anime world now. The laws of reality were clearly broken, if people could have superpowers, why couldn't a vengeful spirit exist?
"Adam-shonen," All Might said, his voice dropping into a gentle, amused rumble. "I believe ghosts would be more afraid of you than you are of them. With that power of yours, they stand no chance. One touch and they're gone. So calm down, and stop scaring yourself."
Adam froze. He held his chin, his panicked breathing slowing as he processed the logic.
'Ya Rab... why am I still thinking like my old, powerless self?' he realized. 'I have a cosmic-level power now. A mere ghost? What could it even do? If it dares to make a noise, I'll reduce its spiritual frequency to particles just like that building wall!'
With the realization of his own lethality, his confidence surged back. He let out an awkward, boisterous laugh and smoothed his shirt. "Ahem... Uncle Yagi, that was just an excuse to get you to stay! A clever test of your resolve! I fear nothing but Allah! Alas, you didn't fall for my trap. Alright, don't worry about me. I'll spend this night alone... sigh... I want to sing 'Lonely' by Akon. But... that's probably haram."
All Might laughed heartily, patting Adam's shoulder with a heavy, encouraging hand. "Cherish this rest opportunity, Adam-shonen. The following days will be hellish!"
Adam nodded solemnly. "Um. I'll make sure not to leave my bed except for the most necessary things. Absolute energy conservation."
All Might was momentarily speechless, his lip twitching. "Not to that extent, Adam-shonen!"
Adam stood firm, already imagining the warmth of the duvet. "I must charge my rest-battery to one hundred percent for the future tribulations."
"Alright, alright. Do whatever you want. I'll take my leave now."
"See you after tomorrow, Uncle Yagi."
"See you by then, Adam-shonen!"
Adam followed All Might to the door, watching the skeletal figure retreat until he finally vanished beyond the high-rise silhouettes of Ground Beta. The second the gate clicked shut and the silence of the empty city rushed back in, the carefree, lazy smile on Adam's face vanished instantly.
the "Adam Estate" transformed. It was no longer a cozy urban cottage, it was a three-story tomb of shadows.
He stood in the center of the dark house, the shadows stretching toward him. He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening with a cold, focused light he hadn't shown the adults.
"Time to get serious," he whispered to the empty room.
He activated his negation power coating his right fist in it.
He looked inside the first floor which is still empty to some degree, only three couches placed and a table in the living room, to receive guests...or ghosts!!!!
After All Might left, the house start feeling eerie to him.
"Any ghost that wants an express ticket to hell, step up now!" he barked, his voice cracking slightly.
Adam cautiously entered the house.
He began to move, rotating 360 degrees like a human radar dish, refusing to let a single blind spot exist. His mission:
The Light Switch.
It sat mockingly next to the main door of the house. If he flipped it, the entire first floor would plunge into a void. He would have to navigate the darkness, find the stairs, and ascend to his sanctuary on the third floor, all while being completely vulnerable to whatever "Diddy-tier" spectral entity might be lurking in the drywall.
"YKH!(Shit!) I kept talking with All Might until I forgot to bring my phone. Alright you can do it Adam-sama, This is child's play. Remember the path. The moment the light dies, the sprint for your dignity begins."
He did a quick set of high-knees to warm up his legs, memorized the path, closed his eyes, visualizing it, opening it and closing it few time to make sure he memorized it correctly.
He placed his finger on the light switch.
He started counting in his mind.
"Three..."
"ZERO!!!"
he whispered, skipping 'two and one' to keep the mind-reading ghosts off-balance.
TAP!
The world turned pitch black.
"ALLAHU AKBAR!!!"
Panic, the ultimate power-booster, surged through him. In a freak burst of adrenaline, Adam managed to coat his entire body in a flickering shroud of negation. He took three massive, lunging strides toward where he thought the stairs were. He found the first step, but his coordination crumbled under the weight of his own imagination.
Instead of a heroic climb, he collapsed into a frantic, four-legged crawl. He scrambled up the stairs like a terrified lizard, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could feel it—the "Weight." That classic, ominous pressure on his shoulders that told him something invisible was reaching out to grab his ankles and drag him back into the abyss.
of course that just in his imagination.
He reached the third-floor landing, dove through his door, and slammed it shut, twisting the lock with trembling fingers. He stood there for a moment, gasping for air, then let out a sharp, embarrassed cough.
"Crawling on stairs... yes. A classic Shaolin conditioning exercise," he muttered to the empty hallway. "Monks do it on the Great Wall. Excellent for the glutes."
He straightened his clothes, marched into his bedroom, and dove headfirst onto the bed. He didn't even think about touching the light switch. The lights stayed on....it feels more safe.
"I'm not just tired," he groaned into the pillow. "I've been squeezed dry. I could sleep for a century."
He pulled the thick quilt over his head, creating a fabric fortress.
He started counting in reverse in his mind from 1000 to make himself sleep, but...
The wind began to howl through the gaps in the mock-city, a low, mournful Fooooo Fooooo that sounded less like weather and more like the synchronized weeping of a thousand failed souls.
Under the blanket, Adam was shivering. His back was drenched in sweat despite the chill. He fumbled for his phone and pulled up 'QuirkTube,' his fingers flying across the screen.
Search: Surah Al-Baqarah - Full.
fortunately, Islam is still there in this world, or else he won't find Quran.
The soothing, rhythmic recitation began to flow from the speakers. Adam closed his eyes, his lips moving silently as he followed the words. He was finally starting to drift when...
BANG!
A door somewhere down the street slammed shut in the wind. To Adam, it wasn't the wind. It was a ghost, spiritually wounded by the Quranic recitation, lashing out in a fit of spectral rage.
"A'udhu billahi min ash-shaytan ir-rajim!"
He sat bolt upright. "I can't sleep like this. My spiritual armor is down. I haven't prayed since this morning... La hawla wa la quwwata illa billah, I have to make them all up now!"
"Let me count them up," Adam muttered, his voice a shaky whisper in the dark. "Fajr is two rak'at, Dhuhr is four, Asr is four, Maghrib is three, and Isha is four... that's seventeen in total. I'll keep the surahs short—Al-Kawthar, Al-Ikhlas—just to get through it."
Sleep was impossible with his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Pushing the heavy quilt aside, Adam climbed out of bed and performed a quick, shivering wudu. He pulled on his crisp, white thobe and unrolled the prayer mat he'd bought at the supermarket. With a quick check of his 'Salat Pro' app, he found the Qibla, adjusted his mat, and stood.
He began to pray.
At first, his mind was a battlefield. His movements were jerky and rushed; his sujud was shallow and brief. Every time he pressed his forehead to the ground, a spike of adrenaline shot through him. He was terrified that the moment he closed his eyes in submission, something from the shadows would strike him.
But as the cycles progressed, the frantic rhythm began to dissolve.
The heavy, paranoid static that had been screaming in his brain started to fade, suppressed by a quiet, invisible warmth. The empty, mechanical motions, once just a series of panicked gestures, began to breathe with life.
It started with a whisper of gratitude, a raw thankfulness for every blessing: the roof over his head, the food in his belly, and the strange power in his hands. He asked for forgiveness for his lapses, for the times he had ignored his prayers, and for the arrogance of thinking his own strength could protect him.
In the silence of the night, Adam understood a truth that his Negation power could never teach him. True peace wasn't something he could get from himself. He had the power to negate anything, yet he had been shivering like a child. He realized that true strength didn't come from his own hands, but from acknowledging his own powerlessness and seeking the protection of the Creator.
By the time Adam finished his final prayer, ninety minutes had passed. The "Adam Estate" was no longer a tomb of shadows, it was just a quiet house.
He stood up, walked to the light switch, and flicked it off. the darkness felt light. He walked calmly to his bed, his heart steady and his mind clear.
"My spiritual defense is fully charged, you damned spirits," he whispered toward the corner of the room. "Try me. You'll be turned to ashes by the light my God has blessed me with."
In his imagination, he wasn't just a teenager in a bedroom. He saw himself supercharged, a beacon of spiritual energy that no ghost or cursed spirit could ever hope to touch. With that conviction firmly rooted in his chest, he lay back on the pillow. The nervousness was gone, replaced by a deep, earned exhaustion.
Before he could count to ten, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
This is the beginning of a long journey for a delusional teenager.
how he will overcome his complex and screwed up mental problems, to become a reliable hero? I'm sure it will needs more than simple flashy superpowers or physical training.
stay tuned, I'll make sure every bit of his psyche is challenged to the limit, either he turn insane, or become a hero with a rock hard resolve.
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Author note :
Hello brothers and sisters (I doubt any sister is reading this, if so, please understand this, Adam isn't related to me in any way. He isn't my alter ego or something like that. It's just a made-up thing, trust me!!!).
Nice to meet you again. I'm sorry for not updating. In fact, I'm not sorry? Why should I be sorry to you guys? You don't pay me, hhh, just kidding. I'm sorry to torture the hearts of the people who loved this story of mine. I can feel you. So many stories I loved were dropped, and I felt a heartache like you, but countless times. I can't guarantee this story won't share the same fate as them. It all depends on Allah's will. Pray for me to finish it, hhh.
As a gentle, kind, respectable author, I had to tell you my reason for this delay, and it was an incredible reason, an incredible experience. I hope someone will try it too and tell me what he discovers too.
So I participated in a spiritual Islamic challenge. It's a program made by a woman, her name is Nur (which literally means Light). It's called The Purification Program.
This woman is, mashallah, has had countless miracles in her life. She is a pious believer and shares her experiences with others and her stories, the miracles she saw from doing countless dhikr like Istighfar (repentance), salawat on our beloved Prophet, etc., and reading the whole Quran every three days, mashallah. She is like, as we say in cultivation novels, a heaven-grade, spiritually talented genius, hhh. She is spreading her program, and I saw stories of people who did it, sharing their change. Most of them are women, saying they couldn't give birth, and after following it they managed to get pregnant. Some had problems with their husbands, some suffered from black magic, various problems. After following the first step of the program, some managed to solve the problems that troubled them for a long time.
And I had my own problems, like lack of commitment to things, procrastination, etc. I want to solve it. So the first step in the 40-day challenge program is to do, within 3 days, these things:
Read Al-Baqara.
2500 supplications of Prophet Yunus, pbuh, which say, "La ilaha illa anta, subhanaka inni kuntu min al-zalimin" (There is no deity except You; exalted are You. Indeed, I have been among the wrongdoers).
1000 Sayyid al-Istighfar (Allahumma anta Rabbi la ilaha illa anta, khalaqtani wa ana 'abduka, wa ana 'ala 'ahdika wa wa'dika ma istata't, a'udhu bika min sharri ma sana't, abu'u laka bini'matika 'alayya, wa abu'u bidhanbi faghfir li fa'innahu la yaghfiru adh-dhunuba illa anta — O Allah, You are my Lord, none has the right to be worshipped except You. You created me and I am Your servant, and I am faithful to my covenant and my promise as much as I can. I seek refuge in You from the evil of what I have done. I acknowledge before You all the blessings You have bestowed upon me, and I confess to You my sins, so forgive me, for none forgives sins except You) (this is the hardest part; I only reached 500).
Then finally 500 salawat on the Prophet, the Ibrahimic version.
You have to do it all each day for three days. I managed to do it on the first day. It took me from Fajr (6 am) till midnight before I finished.
During the time I was doing it, so many incredible things were happening to my body.
Something was moving inside my body, literally something slamming flesh walls inside it, like trying to escape. I'm not hallucinating or exaggerating. You know when your stomach starts beating like a heart? Imagine that feeling appearing in your leg, then your ass cheeks, then your back, then your right leg. It kept moving; finally, it rested in my left ass cheek. I did my research, it turns out that's a jinn ashiq, and a gay on top of it (basically a lustful demon who is male and loves males). That bastard entered my body, and without lying to you, from time to time I feel something sneaking into ahem that forbidden area. That shit is scary.
The constant dhikr I was doing was like fire to him. It roasted him but didn't kill him. He is still in my body but weakened to a certain degree. I believe it had 90% of the blame on my addiction to cornography. I wasn't watching gay corn or anything. I still remember clearly a certain vision I saw a few months ago: a boy was trying to touch my backyard and I kept beating him, then he overpowered me all of a sudden, then I woke up scared. That's probably him.
I keep dreaming about him, beating him, but he manifests as a certain gay person I know from my network. (Don't ask me if I'm gay, wallahi, I'm straight! This is real life. You don't know who you will meet and befriend until you encounter it.)
The bastard, whenever I dream of him, I beat him.
Another thing: I dreamt of some mysterious elder without his face, probably from the jinn, telling me I had some mysterious healing power in my right hand. But I don't trust it, because I read in some posts that when demons see you doing dhikr, they try to bewitch you into thinking you are someone with blessed spiritual powers, so that you shift your intent from seeking Allah's forgiveness and mercy to seeking power. I almost fell into this trap, I woke up excited thinking i'm some kind of Mage healer, and started performing Exorcism on my family members, so be careful, guys.
The other thing is that I feel electricity running on my hair and back all of a sudden. I almost thought I awakened some superpower.
I have been struggling these past two weeks to finish the first step in the challenge, but I only managed to do day one. If you fail, you have to repeat everything.
The maker of this program told the people in her group that the part where you struggle, that's where you should focus. I struggled with Sayyid al-Istighfar (The Master of Forgiveness). It means I had too many sins, which made it heavy for me to say it. That's why I struggle to finish it.
Look, if you really pause and run the numbers, your soul starts sweating. Videos run at 24 to 60 frames per second. That's not one sin per video, no sir, that's a machine gun of sins. Every frame is a tiny stamped receipt saying, "Yes, I saw that." Ten minutes a video. A few times a day. For years. Bro… this isn't a bad habit anymore, this is a subscription plan to eternal regret.
At this point we're not carrying sins, we're carrying a spiritual national debt.
No wonder Sayyid al-Istighfar feels like trying to deadlift a refrigerator using only my eyelashes. I was not just saying words, I was bulldozing a landfill of Haram Pixels that piled up one HD frame at a time.
Bro, Hajj sounds amazing right now. Just drop me next to the Kaaba like a corrupted USB stick and don't pick me up until I'm factory reset. But until that ticket gets booked, this purification program is basically a spiritual pressure cooker. Lid locked. Fire on max.
That jinn isn't bouncing around my body for fun. He's panicking. Years of rent-free living off my bad habits, and now I'm blasting Baqarah like it's an eviction notice signed in divine fire. Of course he's screaming. Of course it burns.
So yeah, keep cooking him with dhikr. If it hurts, congratulations, something rotten is leaving.
If you don't trust what I said and think it's bullshit, oh boy, just give it a shot. You will see hell.
It's purification, it's refinement. Be ready to get anything bad squeezed out of you.
Some encountered problems with people, some suffered from all other unexpected troubles. Those are demons causing it to you. That's Allah showing you your diseases, showing you what you were blind to because of your sins. When light enters a dark room, only then can you see what's inside it, how dirty, what dangers lie within it.
So in the end, I'm not writing this to scare you, impress you, or act like I unlocked some hidden layer of reality. I'm just sharing what I lived through, honestly and raw, because maybe someone out there is struggling with the same heaviness and doesn't even know why. Take from this whatever you want, leave whatever you want. I'm still just a flawed human trying to clean his heart, one painful layer at a time. If anything, this experience humbled me. It reminded me that we are weak, that demons clings quietly, and that only sincere turning back to Allah brings real light. Pray for me to stay firm, to finish what I started, both in this purification and in this story. And if you decide to walk this path too, do it with humility, patience, and pure intention. May Allah protect us, forgive us, and guide us, always.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask them.
and see you in the next chapter...It could be next week, or not, it all depends on Allah's will.