Chapter 16: The Perfect Mistake
After the presentation, the atmosphere in the workshop was more relaxed.
Adam, thoughtfully, turned to Tessa.
Hey, Tessa...
If I ever bring in a very damaged drone of mine...
Could you repair it?
Tessa put the tools on her belt and smiled confidently.
I will do my best.
Adam nodded, satisfied.
Thank you.
And then, with his typical carefree attitude, he turned to N, reaching out.
Now come here, N.
Give me those five!
N, always polite, did not hesitate.
He reached out his hand and shook hands with Adam in a gesture of companionship.
But the moment his hands touched...
He did not feel anything strange.
An invisible current rose through his circuits, a hot, heavy sensation, like an invisible tide running through his entire metallic body.
He did not open his eyes, surprised.
What is this?
Adam smiled on the middle side, very calmly.
That is damn energy.
N stepped back half a step, processing the flow of power within himself.
Their systems were doing calculations, adjustments, trying to balance the energy they had never felt before.
> Thoughts of N:
Cursed energy?
Is this what special humans feel?
Does this feel like having power beyond normal limits?
N looked up, and for the first time, her polite smile seemed to have a glimpse of genuine emotion.
Adam - Finally...
Another man.
V watched the scene with a neutral expression, his sensors recording everything.
Tessa, with her arms crossed, simply smiled resignedly.
> Thoughts of Tessa:
Of course Adam would have the brilliant idea of starting to pollute drones with cursed energy as if they were new pets...
Adam burst out laughing.
Calm down, N.
Consider that as your welcome gift.
N smiled again, now more sincerely.
Thank you, Mr Adam.
Only Adam, colleague, corrected Adam, giving him a friendly blow to the shoulder.
Here we are family.
V looked at N sideways.
She was not sure if she liked the idea of another "adoptive brother" so much, but she also could not deny that seeing Adam so happy gave him a strange warmth on his metallic chest.
Six months had passed.
In those six months, Adam had changed a lot.
His physical wounds were already completely healed, but more importantly, his power had grown brutally.
Now Adam mastered the Dominion Expansion, perfectly understanding how to control his cursed energy, cancel accurate enemy blows, and enhance his own techniques.
In addition, he had completed his Domain Expansion:
A space of its own, a world of precise and deadly cuts where every attack was inevitable.
Tessa, for her part, continued to work tirelessly in the workshop.
I was already very close to completely repairing J.
In addition, he had learned new chakra techniques:
The Rasengan, a sphere of pure energy capable of destroying any enemy.
Shape-shifting Jutsu, which allowed him to alter his physical appearance at will.
Both brothers had risen to a higher level.
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That day, early in the morning, Adam left the mansion.
The cold air hit his face, and the wind from the forest around him whistled through the trees.
Elliot Mansion, isolated in the middle of nowhere, seemed even more lonely under the grayish sky.
V was following him closely, like a faithful shadow.
I was carrying a small backpack, ready for anything.
Adam stopped at the entrance to a nearby clearing.
He crossed his arms, looking at the horizon.
His Sharingan was turning slowly, attentive to everything.
Today, he muttered in a low voice.
I want to try something today.
V tilted his head, curiously.
Something new, Adam?
He smiled on the middle side, that confident smile he only showed when he felt ready for something big.
Yes, sugar tenrosito.
Adam walked steadily, V following behind him in silence.
The air was still cold, but there was a strange energy in the environment, as if something was about to be born.
After crossing a dirt and undergrowth path, V spotted a small house hidden among the trees.
It was old, of worn wood, with the roof barely supporting itself.
It looked abandoned.
Adam did not hesitate.
He pushed the door and walked in.
Inside, the air smelled of dust, iron and something else: latent cursed energy.
In the center of the room was a stone table, and on it, carefully arranged, four weapons:
A long, rusty but solid sword.
A pair of American fists, made of heavy steel.
Two military knives, large and wide-bladed.
V watched everything silently as Adam approached and, without wasting any time, took all four weapons with both hands.
Adam closed his eyes for a moment.
His cursed energy began to flow from his body to the weapons, impregnating them.
A faint dark mist surrounded them.
V felt a chill run through their systems.
Then Adam spoke, his voice serious:
Listen well, V.
This is my plan.
He left the weapons vibrating on the table and turned to it.
First, he started by raising a finger, I will fill these weapons with cursed energy.
I will force their contamination to the point where each one awakens a curse of its own.
V looked at him in amazement.
Wake up... curses?
Exactly, Adam said, smiling on his side.
When the weapons are cursed enough, I will use a binding vote:
I will accept restrictions to strengthen the process.
And then what will you do, Adam? asked V, fascinated but worried.
Adam walked around the table, like a general preparing his army.
Once the curses are fully formed and linked to weapons, I will wait for them to develop cursed techniques of their own.
When they are strong enough, I will kill them.
His eyes shone with an intense light, red as blood.
And in doing so, I will keep the cursed special grade weapons, sealing their powers in them forever.
V blinked, impressed.
It is... a risky plan.
Adam smiled, arrogant but determined.
Everything in this world that is worthwhile has a risk, sugar tinker.
And believe me...
It will be worth it.
He turned to the weapons, his hands shining again with cursed energy.
A dark, dense current began to permeate the American sword, knives and fists.
The air in the hut became heavier.
V watched in silence.
I knew I was witnessing the birth of something dangerous... and extraordinary.
Adam, as he channeled his power, murmured to himself:
Today I not only forge weapons...
Today I forge my own path.
Everything was going well.
Adam concentrated his cursed energy on weapons.
The process was intense, dangerous... but under control.
Or so I thought.
Suddenly, he felt a change.
An irregular heartbeat.
Pressure that I had not foreseen.
His heart raced.
The air became dense like lead.
And before I could react...
Boom!
A brutal explosion shook the small house,
Breaking it into a thousand pieces.
V barely managed to cover himself.
Adam was thrown back, hitting a tree.
Smoke covered everything.
The ground trembled as if hell itself had awakened beneath his feet.
In the dark fog, four presences emerged.
They were not just curses.
They were monsters.
Real calamities.
A humanoid-looking being, pale skin and a psychotic smile: Mahito.
A being made of living magma, radiating deadly heat: Jogo.
A plant-like creature, with branches and flowers sprouting from its body: Hanami.
A huge sea demon, covered in scales and tentacles: Dagon.
Adam, still stunned, opened his eyes.
V ran over, his face filled with panic.
Adam! What happened?!
He could barely answer, looking in horror at the scene.
> Something went wrong...
Or... something went too well.
The cursed weapons had not only generated curses.
They had generated
Special grade malformations equivalent to the greatest disasters in history!
Mahito smiled on his side.
Wow, wow...
Who brought us to life?
Jogo let out a roar of heat, causing the trees around to start to catch fire.
Hanami spread its branches slowly, as if caressing the air.
Dagon looked into the forest, and the sky began to darken as if a storm was about to fall.
Adam stood up, his body trembling, not with fear, but with pure adrenaline.
V... he muttered, as the Sharingan turned at full speed in his left eye.
Call Tessa.
V, still terrified, quickly nodded and ran away to get help.
Adam did not look away from the monsters.
> I don't know if it was a mistake...
Or a blessing disguised as hell.
But this... this has no turning back.
The explosion had destroyed the old house.
The cursed fog covered everything.
The forest seemed to have frozen in an eternal instant.
From the smoke, four presences emerged as mythical shadows:
Mahito.
Jogo.
Hanami.
Dagon.
Adam, standing in the rubble, looked at them without blinking.
I knew perfectly well who they were.
I knew perfectly well what danger they represented.
Jogo was the first to speak, his deep voice echoing in silence.
You...
Your cursed energy... is the same as that of Sukuna.
And not only that, you have the same amount.
The heat of Jogo caused the air around him to vibrate.
The flames began to ignite in the undergrowth.
Adam said nothing.
His Sharingan was turning slowly.
His mind was working even faster.
Jogo insisted:
Are you his reincarnation?
Is that why you brought us here?
For a moment, the whole world seemed to stop.
And then Adam answered, his voice low but firm:
Yes.
I am the reincarnation of Sukuna.
A thrill swept through the curses.
Not scary.
But in anticipation.
Adam raised his hand, as if offering an invitation.
And I have a proposal for you.
The same one they once offered me.
Mahito let out a short laugh, between mockery and fun.
Not that you were going to "choose a good path"?
Are you recruiting us now?
Adam smiled.
A cold smile.
Calculator.
I am following the right path.
But in my own way.
Dagon stepped forward, interested.
So...
I am inside.
Jogo thought for a few seconds, then nodded.
Me too.
Hanami, calm and solemn, completed:
And I.
Jogo asked, seeking to make sure:
Do you mean curses are above all?
That we dominate the human world?
Adam kept his smile, hiding his true intentions.
Exactly.
We will be the supreme force.
Nothing and no one will stop us.
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In the back of his mind, Adam thought:
> Fall into the trap...
Let me use them...
And when it is all over...
When they help me kill Muzan...
I will eliminate them too.
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The four curses nodded, accepting their leadership.
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