I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity
Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Chapter 210

Adam walked back towards the village. His mother Rachel was beside him. Anastasia walked on his other side, silent and withdrawn.

"Ana, are you alright?" Rachel asked, her voice gentle.

Anastasia ignored her mother completely. She just stared straight ahead and kept walking. Rachel sighed and smiled sadly. She looked at Adam. "She is your older sister. You should not let her words bother you."

Adam did not look at her. He kept his eyes forward. "I don’t care what she thinks," he said, his voice flat. "And I don’t care what you think."

He walked past his own house and continued down a different path. He was not interested in family drama. He needed information.

He extended a hand slightly and released a subtle pulse of his magical power. It spread through the entire village in an instant, an invisible net of perception.

The results confirmed his earlier suspicions. The people here were physically powerful, incredibly so. Their bodies were dense with a raw, kinetic energy. But there was no magic. No one was using mana. This was strange. Adam knew that almost everyone in this world used mana in some way.

He probed deeper with his senses. He could feel the latent magical power within each villager. It was there, a dormant pool of energy inside every one of them. But it was completely sealed off. When his senses touched their magical cores, it was like finding a locked box.

The light of their magic was contained, sealed away so tightly it was as if it didn’t exist at all. This village was a mystery, a place of immense physical power and suppressed magical potential. Adam needed to understand why.

He realized these people had compensated for their lack of magic with raw physical power.

Adam walked back to the quiet meadow he had found earlier. He sat down under the large tree. He had sensed a threat to Anastasia, his new sister. It was an intent coming from her father.

That was why Adam had gone back to save her. He did not know why, but this new body felt a strange urge to protect her.

He realized the body’s previous owner must have cared for his sister a great deal. Adam had followed that old instinct. But now, that was done. Adam had no intention of staying here for long.

I will escape tonight, he thought. He had told them he was leaving, but they didn’t believe him. They did not understand what he was capable of.

He felt someone approaching. He looked up. It was Anastasia. She stood before him, her arms crossed, her face a mask of anger.

"What were you doing?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Adam was surprised by her tone. It was filled with a familiar fury. He was about to speak, but she cut him off.

"Did I ask you for help?" she snapped. "Why did you interfere?"

Adam looked at her, a faint, humorless smile on his lips. "I don’t care who you are," he said, his voice calm and cold. "I don’t care what you do. I will do whatever I want."

Anastasia was stunned. The old Adam had always followed her around like a lost puppy. He had respected her, admired her. This new, cold response was a shock. It confirmed a new fear in her heart. Her little brother now hated her as much as she hated him.

Anastasia smirked. "So, you finally figured it out."

Adam closed his eyes. "It was a cruel thing to do," he said. "Trying to kill your own brother."

The smirk vanished from Anastasia’s face. She was shocked by his directness. "It wasn’t my fault," she stammered. "It was your fault."

Adam stood up and started to walk away. "I have no interest in talking to someone who is so weak," he said over his shoulder. "You would rather eliminate your competition than work harder yourself."

His words hit her like a punch. Anastasia stood frozen. He had voiced the secret, shameful thought that had been echoing in her own mind. She watched him walk away, and a surge of anger broke through her shock. She ran after him and grabbed his arm.

"What did you say?" she yelled.

Adam yanked his arm free with surprising strength. Anastasia was stunned. He didn’t even turn around. "I have nothing to say to you," he said, his voice cold. "I don’t need to explain anything to you. I don’t need to prove anything to you."

Anastasia stared at his back, a strange mix of anger and confusion swirling inside her. She started to run after him again, her hand outstretched. But just as she reached for him, he vanished.

Adam had teleported. He appeared inside the village, then walked directly to his house and went to his room. He sat down on the simple wooden bed. A new sensation hit him. His new body was hungry. He let out a sigh. I suppose I will have to get used to this, he thought.

Miles away, in the deep forest, Anastasia sat on the branch of a tall tree. She had no desire to go home. Adam’s words replayed in her mind, over and over again. "So weak." The words stung more than any physical blow ever could.

She closed her eyes. "Maybe I really am weak," she whispered to the empty forest.

That night, Adam ate for the first time in his new body. The simple meal of roasted meat and vegetables was surprisingly delicious. After eating, he went to his room and waited.

He needed everyone in the house to be asleep before he made his move. He could sense them all. His sister, Anastasia, had returned late.

She had eaten her meal and was now lying in her room. But she was not asleep. No one in the house was asleep.

Adam waited for a long time. It became clear that no one was going to sleep anytime soon. He decided he could not wait any longer. He stood up, and with a silent flicker of his will, he teleported.

He reappeared outside the village, perched on the high branch of a tree at the edge of the jungle. He was still wearing the simple clothes of a villager. He immediately expanded his senses and detected a pack of Long-Fang Wolves nearby.

He saw them moving together as a group. I need to be as quiet as possible, he thought. He had no desire for a fight. He just needed to get away.

He began to move, leaping from one tree to another, a silent shadow in the night. As he traveled, a feeling of loneliness settled over him. At least I had Millennia with me before, he thought.

Now, even she is gone. He chose a path that took him far away from the wolf pack, deeper into the dark, unknown forest. He traveled like this for a long time, the hours bleeding into one another.

The scene shifted. Morning had arrived. In the small wooden house, Rachel and Ricky were awake, already starting their daily chores.

Rachel called out for her children. "Anastasia! Adam!"

After a few moments, Anastasia came downstairs. Rachel called for Adam again, but there was no response. She thought he was probably still asleep.

"Ana, go get your little brother," she said.

Nearby, Ricky sat in a wooden chair, sharpening the head of his axe. He was focused on his work. Anastasia wanted to refuse her mother’s request, but a feeling of regret had been gnawing at her since last night.

She sighed deeply. "Alright," she said. "I’ll go get him."

She walked to Adam’s room and opened the door. She was surprised. The room was empty. A strange thought entered her mind. Since she had tried to poison him, he had been acting differently.

It was as if he was not the old Adam at all, but a completely different person. She thought he must have left the house early in the morning.

She went back downstairs, a worried expression on her face. "He’s not in his room," she told her mother. "He must have gone out early."

This caught Ricky’s attention. He looked up from his axe. Rachel looked at him, her own worry growing. "Can you see where he went?" she asked.

Ricky let out a long sigh. "Don’t worry," he said, setting his axe aside. "I’ll go find him."

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