I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity
Chapter 208: Ricky 3

Chapter 208: Ricky 3

"I have never denied that I have wronged you," he said, his voice calm, but with an edge of cold steel. "Yes, I made mistakes. But none of that justifies what you did. You tried to kill Adam. What did he do to deserve that?" He took a step closer, his shadow falling over her.

"This... this is my fault. I raised you wrong. The hatred you harbor for Adam... it just proves how weak you really are. And even though I was in the wrong, I stand by this: you are still weak."

Anastasia’s eyes widened in disbelief. A painful realization struck her. Deep down, she had always known Adam was not at fault. But accepting it had been too hard. Her hatred, her resentment—it had been the fuel that drove her, the fire that forged her strength. Or so she had thought.

Ricky’s tone turned deadly serious, the voice of the village chief passing judgment. "You will still face punishment. I am the leader of this village, and it is my duty to ensure justice."

With that, he stepped back, sinking into a low, powerful fighting stance. Anastasia saw it and knew instantly what was coming. Her father was going to attack her. She braced herself, her body tensing, her mind preparing for the inevitable blow.

Ricky pulled his right hand back, his fist a coiled serpent of muscle and bone. He lunged forward, his punch a blur of motion, aimed directly at his daughter’s head.

But just before the punch could land, a hand shot out and grabbed his arm, stopping it dead in mid-air.

Ricky froze, his eyes wide with surprise. He turned and saw the one who had stopped him: his son, Adam.

Even Anastasia was stunned into silence. She stared at her brother, at his hand wrapped firmly around their father’s powerful arm, her mind unable to process what was happening.

Ricky’s surprise quickly turned to rage. He glared at Adam, his voice a low, furious growl. "Do you even realize what you are doing?"

Adam did not answer. He just took a deep breath, tightened his grip, and with a surge of raw, effortless strength, he threw his father backwards.

Ricky’s massive body flew through the air, but he was no clumsy oaf. He twisted in mid-flight, landing lightly on his feet several yards away, his boots sinking slightly into the soft earth. He looked back at Adam, his eyes burning with a furious, dangerous light.

"Do you even know what the punishment is for this?" he roared.

Anastasia, finally shaking off her shock, began to understand what Adam had just done. The anger she had felt for him her entire life surged to the surface. "What are you doing, Adam?!" she started to shout, but the words caught in her throat.

A different thought, a strange and unsettling one, crept into her mind. If Father and Adam fight... maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. She kept telling herself that, a mantra to suppress the new, confusing emotion that was stirring within her—a flicker of concern for her brother.

Her father’s confession, his admission of fault, had fractured her worldview. The clean, simple lines of her hatred were beginning to blur.

She closed her eyes. I won’t say anything. Even if she was beginning to realize Adam was not to blame, the deep-seated resentment of a lifetime could not vanish so easily.

Adam spoke, his voice calm and clear, carrying across the silent clearing. "I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what position you hold. I don’t care how powerful you think you are."

Both Ricky and Anastasia were shocked, not just by the content of his words, but by the tone. He spoke to his father, the chief of their village, without the slightest hint of respect or fear. It was the voice of an equal, or perhaps, a superior.

Ricky snapped back, his anger laced with confusion. "It seems like that incident has truly messed with your mind. Have you forgotten? I am your father!"

Adam raised a hand, cutting him off. "I don’t know who you are," he said, his voice flat and uncompromising. "But I will not let you attack her like that. If you want to fight, pick on someone your own size. Attacking someone weaker than you doesn’t make you powerful. It makes you pathetic."

This time, both Ricky and Anastasia were left completely speechless. The boy standing before them was not the weak, quiet Adam they had always known. This was someone else entirely.

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across Ricky’s face. "It looks like your mind really has changed," he said, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "And it seems the only way you will understand now is through a fight."

With a single, powerful motion, he ripped the heavy leather jerkin from his upper body. It fell to the ground with a loud thud, scattering dust. The garment was clearly weighted, a training tool. Adam now saw his father’s physique clearly. His chest and arms were a roadmap of thick, corded muscle and old, faded scars—the body of a true, seasoned warrior.

Ricky clenched both fists, his knuckles cracking. "You will not learn," he said coldly, "until I beat it into both of you."

A short distance away, hidden by the trees, Edward stood silently. Behind him, Rachel had appeared, her face a mask of deep, agonizing concern.

Without turning around, Edward spoke, his voice low and reassuring. "Don’t worry. Nothing major will happen. Not to Adam, not even to Anastasia. I have never, in my entire life, heard my big brother admit he was wrong. This is already a huge shift."

But Rachel was not reassured. His words did nothing to ease the growing ache in her heart. She was not worried about a physical fight. She was worried about the deep, growing rift within their family, a fracture she feared would tear them all apart.

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