Creation Of All Things-Chapter 34: Who Are You?

The dean led Adam, Alfred, Aria, and Sara through the academy grounds, past the main dormitories, and toward a secluded area. The path was lined with sleek, glowing lampposts, casting a soft blue light over the pavement. It was quiet here, away from the noisy students still buzzing over the earlier match.

The president and Gloria had already left—something about "handling presidential matters" before the president practically dragged her off. That left just the four of them.

Finally, they stopped in front of a two-story building.

No—mansion.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "This is supposed to be our apartment?"

Aria let out a low whistle. "Damn. They're really spoiling us, huh?"

The dean chuckled. "Consider it a necessity. You two aren't exactly normal students. The academy prefers its special cases to have a special living space."

Adam, hands in his pockets, didn't react much, just gave the mansion a passing glance before walking toward the entrance.

The front doors slid open automatically as they stepped inside.

And that's when they stopped.

Because—holy shit.

The interior was straight out of a high-budget sci-fi anime.

Inside the Mansion

The living room stretched high, with sleek black floors that reflected the soft white and blue lights embedded into the ceiling. A massive holo-screen hung on the wall, flickering to life the moment they stepped in. The furniture was modern, yet absurdly comfortable-looking—wide sofas with built-in temperature control, a glass coffee table that hovered slightly above the ground, and a fireplace that wasn't real fire, but pure energy.

The walls had an adaptive lighting system, subtly shifting based on movement. The entire aesthetic was futuristic yet cozy, balancing high-tech with comfort.

Then came the voice.

"Welcome, residents. I am AURA, your in-house AI assistant. How may I be of service?"

A soft, feminine voice echoed through the space.

Alfred blinked. "We got an AI butler?"

Aria grinned. "Now that's cool."

Sara, completely unfazed, strolled further in. "It's standard for high-ranking academy quarters."

The others followed, exploring more of the mansion.

The kitchen was sleek, equipped with an auto-cooking station, a food synthesizer, and an interactive recipe assistant.

The training room was insane. The walls could transform into holographic battlefields, and the floor could simulate different terrains. There was even a gravity-adjustment system for resistance training.

The library wasn't just books—it had a digital archive with instant data retrieval, along with an entire holographic interface for studying.

Each of their bedrooms was massive, customized to their preferences the moment they walked in. The AI had already adjusted the layout based on their previous records.

Alfred's room? A mix of modern and classic, with a built-in combat simulator on the side.

Aria's? Sleek, but with a personalized music system, a weapons display, and—of course—a massive bed she could just flop onto.

They regrouped in the main living area.

Alfred plopped onto the couch, sinking into the absurd comfort. "Okay, yeah. I could get used to this."

Aria spun around once before stretching. "AURA, dim the lights a bit."

"Adjusting ambient lighting."

The room's glow softened instantly.

Adam, still standing, glanced toward the dean. "You done here?"

The dean smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Just making sure you settle in before I go."

He turned to leave but paused. "Oh, and don't break the place. The repairs are expensive."

Alfred grinned. "No promises."

The dean sighed, muttering something under his breath before finally walking out.

The moment he was gone, there was a brief silence.

Then Alfred stretched, cracking his neck. "So… what now?"

Aria grinned. "We test everything."

Adam chuckled, watching his siblings rummage through the stash he had definitely not hidden well enough. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"So, you little brats found my secret stash, huh?" He smirked. "Well, I was gonna give it to you anyway. So, Aria… how'd you find it?"

Aria puffed up, ready to take all the credit—

But—

"Eh, it wasn't exactly hidden," Alfred cut in, completely hijacking the moment. "With Aunt Gloria's help, Aria and I found it pretty easily. At first, we thought it was just regular fruit, but when we ate it, we felt a surge of power rush through us. That's when we realized what it really was."

Aria snapped her head toward him, scowling. "Blabbermouth! I was the one asked, not you!"

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Alfred just grinned, sticking out his tongue.

Aria's scowl deepened. She huffed, arms crossed. "Well, even though we got stronger, we didn't exactly become prettier. And in his case, more handsome." She jabbed a thumb at Alfred.

Adam snorted. "Yeah, that part was in a different batch. Already used up."

With a flick of his wrist, four vials appeared in their hands, swirling with an iridescent glow.

"This is what made me look like this."

The moment the words left his mouth—

WHOOSH!

Aria and Alfred vanished, bolting to their rooms at top speed.

Adam barely stifled his laugh. "That got their attention."

"Hey! By the time you come out, I'll be gone!" he called out, but they didn't even acknowledge him. The doors had already slammed shut behind them.

Adam shook his head, chuckling. Then, he turned—

And found Sara staring at him, head tilted slightly, brows furrowed. Like she was studying him.

He blinked. "What's with that look?"

Sara narrowed her eyes, arms crossed. "I thought your ability had something to do with technopathy and physical enhancement… so what the hell was that just now?"

She wasn't buying it.

Pulling things out of thin air? That wasn't a spatial ability—she'd know. Her own powers were space-related, and if Adam had used anything even remotely close to it, she would've felt the fluctuations.

But she hadn't. Not even a whisper.

Adam just smiled—mysterious, unreadable. The kind that made her itch for answers.

Then—he turned and walked out.

"Oi, seriously?" she scoffed, watching him go.

He wasn't gonna explain a damn thing, was he? Typical.

"Fine, keep your secrets," she muttered, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. "But just so you know—if I could track you and your siblings down, I will figure out what you're hiding."

And with that, she followed him outside—

Only to stop dead in her tracks.

Someone was standing at the mansion gate.

Tall, relaxed, hands in his pockets—watching Adam with an expression that was way too calm for her liking.

"And who the hell are you and what do you want?"