I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity
Chapter 211 - 212

Chapter 211: Chapter 212

Ricky stepped outside his house into the cool morning air. He walked through the village, his sharp eyes scanning the familiar paths and clearings. Adam was nowhere to be found.

A knot of unease tightened in his stomach. He made his way to his younger brother’s house, which was just a short distance from his own.

Edward was surprised to see his older brother, the village chief, at his door so early in the morning. He saw the worried look on Ricky’s face and immediately knew something was wrong.

"Big brother?" he asked, his voice serious. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Ricky’s voice was low, filled with a father’s concern. "Edward, you know Adam. You know how eager he has always been to become a hunter. I’m afraid he might have gone into the jungle alone."

Edward was shocked. "Is Adam not at home?"

Ricky shook his head grimly. Edward didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his heavy axe from its resting place by the door. "You should go to the place he always goes," he said.

Ricky looked slightly embarrassed. He looked at Edward and admitted, "That’s why I came to you. I thought you might know where he goes most often."

Edward understood immediately. Ricky had never given Adam the same amount of time and attention he had given Anastasia. He had trained his daughter relentlessly, pushing her to become the warrior she was today.

He had supported her ambitions, even if he had never acknowledged her achievements to her face.

But Adam... Ricky had mostly ignored Adam. He had been too consumed by his duties as chief, too focused on his daughter’s training.

As Ricky explained his fears, Edward saw the weight of his brother’s responsibilities. He saw the regret in his eyes.

"Ricky," Edward said, his voice gentle. "I think you should ask Anastasia. She is the one closest to Adam, even if they fight."

With that, Edward turned and walked away, his axe resting on his shoulder. He headed towards the jungle, a look of deep concern on his scarred face. He knew better than anyone just how dangerous that forest could be, especially for a boy alone.

Ricky walked back to his house. As he entered, Rachel looked past him, her eyes searching for her son. "Where is Adam?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

The way Ricky treats her children makes her unhappy.

Ricky didn’t want to alarm his wife further. He forced a smile. "Don’t worry," he said. "He must just be wandering around somewhere."

He didn’t wait for Rachel to respond. He walked straight to the table where Anastasia was sitting, lost in her own troubled thoughts. "Ana," he said, his voice serious. "Tell me where Adam usually goes."

Anastasia was surprised. Father couldn’t find him? she thought. She stood up, a flicker of her own concern showing on her face. "He is usually at home or at the training ground," she said. "You didn’t find him at the training ground?"

Rachel came up behind them, her anxiety growing. "Ricky, where is Adam?"

Ricky raised a hand, a gesture meant to be reassuring. "Don’t worry," he repeated, his voice firm. "He’s just around. Edward has gone to look for him." He then turned his full attention back to Anastasia. "Do you know of any other place he goes? A place he visits often?"

Anastasia thought for a moment. Then she remembered. For the past few days, Adam had been spending time in that quiet meadow. She immediately turned and headed for the door. "I think I know where he is," she said, and then she was gone, running from the house.

The scene shifted. Deep in the jungle, Adam was still moving, a silent shadow leaping from one tree to the next. The forest had grown much denser here, the trees ancient and massive, their canopies blotting out the sun.

He had encountered many strange and wondrous beasts, creatures he had never seen before. He saw a herd of flying horses, their bodies sleek and powerful, but with the spiraled horns of a demon.

He watched, fascinated, as they soared through the air, their eyes scanning the forest floor below. One of them spotted its prey. It opened its mouth, and a jet of fire shot downwards, engulfing a large, red-furred rabbit.

The fire cooked the rabbit’s flesh instantly. Then, with the speed of light, the winged horse descended and devoured its meal. Adam was in a new world, a world of impossible creatures and untamed power.

Adam sat on a high branch, watching the entire spectacle unfold. He felt no fear as he observed the herd of demonic, fire-breathing horses. He knew that if they dared to attack him, he would make them regret it.

The old fear, the fear of being sealed away inside a mortal body, was gone. He was free now. There were no more restrictions, no more chains on his power.

An idea sparked in his mind. Why not capture one of these horses? he thought. It would make traveling much easier.

With that thought, he stood up on the branch. He pushed off with his legs, a powerful leap that sent him soaring up through the canopy and into the open sky above the jungle. The herd of black, winged horses saw him immediately.

They perceived him not as a threat, but as prey, a small, foolish creature that had dared to enter their domain.

As one, they turned and charged towards him, their demonic horns pointed forward, their mouths already beginning to glow with nascent fire.

Adam smiled. He knew the techniques to subjugate any beast, to bend any will to his own. He was a god, and these were mere animals. But his words, his intent, were lost on them. They just saw a meal. They charged at him with incredible speed, a wave of black death against the bright blue sky.

Adam was still in the air, beginning his descent back towards the forest canopy. He held out a hand. "Why don’t I destroy you with your own attack?" he said, his voice a calm, confident murmur.

A small spark flickered into existence in front of his outstretched palm. It grew instantly into a tiny flame, no bigger than the tip of his thumb, hovering just in front of his wrist. The flame began to burn brighter, hotter, expanding rapidly in size.

Then, with a sudden whoosh, it shot forward like an arrow, a streak of brilliant fire aimed at the charging herd.

But it was not just a single arrow of fire. As it flew, it expanded, fanning out across the sky, a wave of roaring flame that seemed to consume the very air itself.

It was as if Adam was feeding the fire with his own will, turning a single spark into a raging inferno.

The winged horses saw the wall of fire spreading towards them and tried to change direction, their powerful wings beating frantically against the air. But it was useless. They were caught.

The fire reached them in an instant. It was not a simple wall of flame to be outmaneuvered. It was a living, breathing entity, a net of fire that enveloped their entire herd, cutting off any possibility of escape.

The horses, moments ago so proud and powerful, were now trapped in a cage of Adam’s creation.

The fire clung to them, a searing, inescapable torment.

One by one, they began to fall from the sky, their powerful wings consumed by the flames.

They crashed to the forest floor below, their bodies smoking and charred, letting out strange, agonized cries of pain and terror.

Adam landed lightly on a high branch, a safe distance away from the carnage he had unleashed.

He looked down at the scene below. His attack had not only taken down the herd of winged horses, but it had also set the surrounding forest ablaze.

The ancient trees were burning, their leaves turning to ash, their branches crackling in the intense heat.

He raised a hand and, with a casual flick of his wrist, generated a powerful gust of wind. It was not a simple breeze. It was a contained, circular storm, a miniature hurricane that swept through the burning section of the forest.

The wind tore the flames from the trees, extinguishing the fire as quickly as it had started, leaving behind a trail of smoking, blackened wood.

His task complete, Adam’s gaze returned to the fallen horses. He studied them more closely now. They were magnificent creatures, even in their agony. They each had four wings. Two large, powerful wings sprouted from their sides, providing the main thrust for flight.

Two smaller, more agile wings were positioned near their hindquarters, granting them the incredible mobility and absolute control they had displayed in the air.

He watched as the last of the magical fire consumed these wings, turning them to ash, robbing the beasts of their most defining feature. The pained, desperate cries of the horses echoed through the now-silent forest.

There was a raw, primal suffering in their voices that even Adam could not completely ignore.

Adam leaped down from his branch, landing silently on the forest floor. He walked forward until he stood before the herd of fallen, suffering beasts.

"Alright," he said, his voice calm and detached. "Let’s see how much willpower you have left."

He raised a hand, and behind him, seven large spheres of pure water materialized in the air. At his command, the spheres moved, hovering over the smoldering bodies of the winged horses. One by one, they descended, dousing the magical flames that still clung to the creatures’ hides.

The burning stopped, leaving behind the smell of ozone and charred flesh. Their wings were burnt stumps, their black coats scorched in patches. Adam stood there, waiting, observing.

He wanted to see what they would do next.

One of the horses, larger than the rest, staggered to its feet. It let out a defiant, pain-filled snort and charged at Adam, lowering its demonic horn, intending to impale him.

"So," Adam said, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You still have some fight left in you."

He raised his hand again, the one he had lowered moments before. This time, he formed it into the shape of a gun, his index finger pointed at the charging beast.

Without a word, two thin, crackling bolts of black lightning shot from his fingertip. They struck the horse squarely on its forehead.

The beast’s charge came to an abrupt halt. It stumbled backwards, its legs trembling, then collapsed to the ground, its body convulsing from the electrical shock.

The lightning strike had been weak, a carefully measured attack. Adam did not want to kill them. He just wanted to make them understand. They had to submit.

He lowered his hand and waited. After a few tense moments, the convulsing horse grew still. Slowly, painfully, it rose to its feet again. But this time, it did not charge.

It walked towards Adam, its head lowered, and knelt before him. One by one, the other horses followed its lead, rising to their feet and kneeling before their new master.

Adam smiled. He had not just tamed one horse. He had subjugated the entire herd.

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