The pink haired girl camly waits for a reaction of the yellow haired girl... With Yuruki being calmlessly voice. "No"
As the two people sighed...
As Adam floated, teleporting to back up Yuruki, she looked at him with a mischievous, almost teasing smile. "Hehh, what is this?" she murmured, twirling her pink mace effortlessly in her hands.
Adam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You two… I don't need—"
"C'mon, Master! We wanna help!" the girl interrupted, spinning the mace in a circle as if it were an extension of her own body.
Yuruki tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she studied him with a blank expression, her hand resting on her chin. "So… you have that kink, I see," she thought, voice unspoken but her glance sharp, but teasing.
Adam froze, his face heating up instantly. "Wait! No! Definitely not… You've got it all wrong!"
A purple-haired boy, engrossed in a book detailing hundreds of ways to make puns and jokes to people, looked up briefly. "Well… this is… extremely weird." He closed the book and handed it to the pink-haired girl.
"We forgot to introduce ourselves," the girl said, her eyes sparkling like starlight. "We are the Savant Troupe, servants of the forgotten circus master. We carry out all his deeds while he remains confined and trapped."
"As someone who can talk as equals to the Master is a master itself," she continued, voice full of awe.
The boy smiled faintly. "Well… a friend's master is a master of mine as well." He glanced at the girl with thinly veiled disgust before focusing on the robot and droids hovering nearby, one of which already had a laser rifle trained on them.
Adam's eyes flicked toward Yuruki, who simply smirked.
"Hehe, Adam… you see, I don't usually let my guard down around strangers," she said lightly, the tension in the air thickening without them even realizing.
The boy's hands shimmered with a miasma of purple energy. The girl spun her mace in perfect circles, ready to strike. Both seemed poised to attack simultaneously.
"You ignorant beings are one of the reasons this world is so distorted," the boy spat, his voice laced with venom.
Yuruki looked around, observing the surroundings. "It's already…" she murmured, but before she could finish, the pink-haired girl launched her mace like a missile.
Adam reacted instantly, halting it mid-air with a hand. "Stop it!"
Everyone froze. The boy's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are you protecting this… being? That humanoid—"
Adam exhaled slowly, looking down at his hands. "She's… somewhat my friend. Just… stop this."
The Savant Troupe nodded slowly, masks concealing their expressions. "Is he being controlled?" they murmured among themselves.
Before Adam could respond further, the boy dashed toward him, and almost simultaneously, two or three mirror images of him appeared, firing purple energy blasts toward Adam's eyes. Reflexively, Adam swiped them aside, widening his eyes as they were all fake being melted into nothingness. Yuruki, however, was struck by a stray mace, and Adam's chest tightened with sudden panic.
Oh damn it... I let my guard down...
A barrier formed around her just in time as the droids fired pulsating energy beams. Adam teleported the energy toward the ceiling, dissipating it harmlessly. Yuruki's expression shifted slightly, annoyed yet amused.
"Oh, thank you! Now, let's deal with this outsider," the pink-haired girl said, her eyes glowing brighter as she prepared another parallel image with the boy's help. A second purple mace materialized in her hands.
Adam's patience snapped.
[Roger]
With a flick of his fingers, hundreds of ethereal chains shot out, binding the troupe at shoulders, arms, legs, and even gagging their mouths automatically with a mind of there own before they could chant. A moment of silence fell.
"Is everyone finally calm?" Adam asked.
The Savant Troupe nodded. Yuruki, on the other hand after the intense fight, leaned casually to one side, smiling as she observed the ruins of the broken portal around her. "This… is something," she murmured, running her fingers over the inscriptions etched into the monolith's stones. She began copying them diligently into her notebook.
Suddenly, a small mouse scurried through the underground bushes. Yuruki shrieked. "Adam! Kill that rat!"
Adam squinted, confused. The mouse disappeared into the shadows of the bushes. Yuruki huffed, covering her eyes.
[You want help, Adam?]
"No," he gritted his teeth, exhaling calmly. "I can handle this."
He gently released the chains from the troupe's faces. "If you can trust a friend of your master… then please, trust my friend as well."
The pink-haired girl's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, come on… The reason our ringmaster was sealed in the darkest chamber of our creator was bec—"
"Shade," the boy scuffed, cutting her off. "Don't just ramble. Forgive us… but we—our master had many debts to repay to you. We… we don't know if you've been controlled by that humanoid."
Adam shook his head. "Do you really think I'd be controlled by anything?"
Silence fell. The Savant Troupe considered his words carefully, the weight of trust and suspicion heavy in the air. Finally, the boy exhaled and said, "Alright… as our master would… we will trust you." With a flick of Adam's fingers, the blue chains vanished.
The pink-haired girl stretched luxuriously, bending and twisting her body. She pointed at Yuruki. "Nice one, girl! What do we do now?"
Adam's expression darkened in thought. "I need to find a power… one that can shake the whole world. Typically, a physical power…" He looked away, lost in his plans.
Yuruki tilted her head, confused. "So… who's the strongest person here?"
Adam pointed at himself with a faint smirk. Yuruki laughed. "Alright, nice ego. I guessed… you must have been around here for a long time," she said, clapping her hands to hype him up.
The purple-haired boy's eyes brightened with realization. "Might as well follow you," he said, glancing at the messages of voices from Minori, none of which were reaching him or he was sending nothing at all. "If you want something like that… I suppose you could go to the Kaloterm Kingdom… or the Fairy's Chamber."
The pink‑haired girl ran ahead, circling around us with restless energy, then suddenly leaned her weight against our shoulders as if she belonged there. Adam kept walking forward, unfazed, gently shifting away.
Yuruki clicked her tongue. "I need some space… especially, Adam," she scoffed, folding her arms.
Shade slowed her steps, pulling a small handbook from her bag. "The three original beings," she recited quietly, almost reverently. "Created by the sleeping Creator… meant to rule, meant to be kings."
She opened the book. Inside were scattered drawings, dense almanacs, a worn Rubik's cube wedged between pages, and a small harp tucked carefully into the binding. She closed it again. Adam glanced over, noting how the book was titled plainly, almost deceptively—
A diary.
"Well," Shade added with a shrug, "that's just what we've always read."
Adam's thoughts drifted elsewhere.
The White King…Was he alright? Was he still holding up?
He had given him an order—to protect Mai. And then left.
A slow sigh escaped him. I'm really a great friend, he thought bitterly. Leaving her behind like that.
"Alright," Adam said aloud. "Let's go."
He wanted to see that old face again.
The purple‑haired boy and Shade exchanged confused glances. Yuruki tilted her head, suddenly remembering something.
"Oh," she said lightly. "That?"
Adam flicked his finger.
The world folded.
In an instant, they stood within the Kaloterm Kingdom.
The pink‑haired girl's eyes grew impossibly bright. "Oh man—oh man—this is so freaking cool! What the heck is happening?!"
Yuruki stared upward, breath caught in her throat. The structures towered over them—windows the size of cathedral walls, glowing with pure white light, etched with enchantments that wrapped the palace like a living hymn. Everything felt holy, overwhelming.
The purple‑haired boy stood frozen, utterly awestruck.
Then—
White‑helmeted knights emerged.
Their swords resembled drills—long as greatswords, hollowed along the side, edges impossibly sharp. Hundreds of them formed ranks, their slitted eyes glowing white, auras spilling from their gaze.
With a single unified motion, hundreds of blades surged forward. The air screamed with a sonic boom. The chamber shook as if struck by light itself. Knights dashed in perfect zigzag formations, movements precise, inhuman, preparing to strike.
A field of white aura erupted—countless slicing energies flooding the space.
Everyone grabbed onto Adam instinctively, bracing for death.
Adam flicked his finger.
The attack vanished.
Silence.
A single raised hand from the throne.
The knights halted instantly, retreating to the sides as if nothing had happened.
At the far end of the hall sat the throne.
The White King.
He held no sword. His arm was sharp, rigid, unmoving. His body was wrapped in layered armor and cloaks, cascading down like a heavy blanket pooling against the ground...
Adam's eyes shone faintly."So that's how you look now."
He remembered the past version—the torn black body, carved by something darker than wounds. Cracks glowing with seeping darkness, armor shattered, corruption leaking from within.
But now—
There was none of that.
Rehan stood stunned, the entire room submerged in the White King's presence. No—condensed. Compressed tightly enough to contain itself within the kingdom alone.
[Woah…]Rehan clapped his hands softly.[Mana. Strength. Life. Death… That could all be yours. But nothing truly compares to yours, Adam.]
Adam rolled his eyes. Rehan was being provocative.
Still… he was right about one thing.
This king wasn't corrupted anymore.
He remembered that grotesque sight—the armor discarded, the White King's true form revealed.
But now, orange and red eyes burning with caution, greed, protectiveness… Fear.
Fear of him. Of what he could do to his Kingdom and with a dead panned pull of string's of worry in his heart...
A being who could alter concepts themselves.
The Aegis of Kaloterm—absolute, unbreakable barrier. Adam had entered it.
The Absolute Destruction gifted to his knights—capable of slashing anything. Adam had erased it.
The White King feared what Adam was… and again of what he could do to the kingdom.
So he remained still.
Two beings facing one another.
Adam. And the White King.
Yuruki tugged on Adam's arm repeatedly. The pink‑haired girl was on the verge of tears, overwhelmed. The purple‑haired boy quietly crossed his arms, already accepting his death.
Shade whispered, "I can't believe you just… entered like that."
Yuruki laughed, oblivious. "Haha—who's that guy?"
She glanced toward the side of the throne, where a yellow‑haired jester stood stiff with anxiety, barely breathing.
The White King finally spoke.
A being equal to—or above—myself…thinking to himself as he exhaled slowly."What purpose brings you… a high‑ascended existence such as you, like myself… into my kingdom?"
Adam inhaled deeply.
"I need your help."