I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 51: Oliver Unique Ability

Just as Oliver, the middle-aged Spider Syndicate captain, lunged forward towards Adam with his arms outstretched, intending to grapple, he suddenly thrust one hand forward, palm open. "Shatter!" Oliver yelled, his voice filled with a strange, resonant power.

The moment he uttered the word, Adam, still in Eric’s body, felt an incredibly intense and bizarre sensation. The very air particles around him, particularly around his left side, began to vibrate violently, almost invisibly.

It was a deeply unsettling feeling, like the world itself was coming apart at a microscopic level. Adam’s advanced senses picked up the shift instantly. He tried to move, to shift his body to the right, away from the focus of the strange vibration.

But he was a fraction of a second too late.

Even as he started to move, the intense vibration concentrated on his left arm. There was no visible attack, no projectile, no magical energy he could see, easily block. Just that awful, intense shaking of the air itself. And then, with a horrifying tearing sound, Adam’s left arm –– seemed to explode from the inside out.

From the shoulder all the way down to the fingertips, the arm simply... came apart. Flesh, bone, and blood erupted outwards in a gruesome spray, splattering the stone walls and floor of the corridor. One moment, there was an arm. The next, there was nothing but a mangled, bloody stump at the shoulder, gushing crimson.

Oliver, who had launched the attack while still moving forward, skidded to a halt a few feet away from Adam. He stared at the horrific result of his unique ability, his own eyes widening slightly in surprise. A grim smile touched his lips.

"Well, well, Third Prince," Oliver said, his voice tinged with a mixture of satisfaction and surprise. He was breathing a little heavily from the exertion of using his power. "You’re more perceptive than I thought. I truly expected that attack to shatter your entire chest, not just an arm." He shook his head slightly. "But you sensed it, didn’t you? You tried to dodge. Impressive."

Even though Oliver was speaking confidently, a small seed of unease was beginning to sprout in his mind. ’He had met few people who could sense his ’Shatter’ ability before it struck, and even fewer who could evade it’

His power wasn’t magic in the traditional sense; it was a unique, innate ability he had possessed since birth, allowing him to vibrate particles at an incredible frequency, causing solid matter to destabilize and essentially tear itself apart from within. It was invisible, instantaneous, and usually, completely unavoidable.

The fact that this ’Prince’ had reacted at all, even if he was too late to save his arm, was deeply unsettling to Oliver. ’Very few has ever dodged that before,’ Oliver thought, a flicker of worry crossing his usually calm features. ’very few has even known what hit them until it was too late. How did he know where it would strike?’ freёwebnoѵel.com

He pushed the unsettling thought aside. The Prince was injured, badly. One arm gone. This was still his advantage. Oliver took another step forward, his hand still outstretched, ready to unleash another ’Shatter’ attack.

Behind Oliver, Malkor, the terrified thug who had led him here, watched the gruesome scene with a mixture of horror and dawning hope.

He had seen Master Oliver use his terrifying power before, but never with such a devastating result on a single person. ’Master Oliver can actually win this,’ Malkor thought, a tiny spark of hope igniting within his fear.

’If Master Oliver is with me, maybe I can survive today!’ Bolstered by this desperate hope, Malkor fumbled in his own belt pouch, pulling out a rusty, chipped dagger. He gripped it tightly and started to creep forward, intending to back up his captain.

Adam, still standing in the same spot, looked down at the bloody, ruined stump where Eric’s left arm had been just moments before. He didn’t scream. He didn’t even flinch. An almost curious expression appeared on Eric’s face, now under Adam’s control. A faint, cold smile touched his lips.

"A rather unique ability you have there," Adam commented, his voice surprisingly calm, almost conversational, despite the horrific injury. The empty white eyes with their glowing pinpricks turned back to Oliver.

Hearing Adam’s calm, almost detached remark, Oliver, who had been moving forward again, paused in his advance. He felt a chill run down his spine.

The Prince had just had his arm blown off, was bleeding profusely, and he was... complimenting Oliver’s power? This was not a normal reaction. The unease in Oliver’s mind grew stronger. He swallowed hard, pushing down the growing sense of dread.

"Shatter!" Oliver yelled again, thrusting his hand forward with even more force this time, channeling more of his strange power into the attack.

Instantly, the air around Adam began to vibrate with that same intense, destructive frequency. But this time, Adam was ready. Having experienced the attack once, having felt its unique signature, his senses were now fully attuned to it. He knew exactly where the focal point of the vibration would be.

With a speed that belied the grievous injury he had just sustained, Adam moved. He didn’t just step aside; he seemed to flow to his right, a blur of motion.

WHOOM!

Just as Adam moved, a powerful, invisible shockwave of displaced air erupted from the exact spot where he had been standing a fraction of a second earlier.

The shockwave slammed into the stone walls on either side of the corridor, sending dust and small chips of rock flying. If Adam had still been there, his entire body would likely have been disintegrated by the focused vibrational force.

Oliver stared, his eyes wide with disbelief. The Prince had dodged it. He had completely, perfectly, dodged his ’Shatter’ attack. That was impossible! No one had ever done that before!

The seed of unease in Oliver’s mind blossomed into full-blown alarm. For the first time in many, many years, Oliver felt a genuine prickle of fear. Throughout his long and often violent career in the Spider Syndicate, he had faced many powerful opponents – skilled swordsmen, dangerous mages, ruthless assassins.

He had always survived, always come out on top, largely thanks to his unique and unpredictable ’Shatter’ ability. He had never truly feared death, because no one could counter his power.

But this... this was different. This ’Third Prince’ was not like anyone he had ever faced. To predict and evade his attack not once, but twice... it was unheard of. Oliver’s instincts, the gut feelings that had kept him alive for so long, were now screaming at him, blaring a warning louder than any alarm bell. This being is dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. Do not underestimate him.

Further back down the corridor, Alina, who had been watching, let out a small, choked gasp. She had seen Adam’s arm explode, had seen the terrifying power Oliver wielded.

Her face was pale with shock and fear for Adam. When Adam had sidestepped the second attack, a wave of relief washed over her, so intense it almost made her knees buckle.

She rushed forward, forgetting her fear of Adam for a moment, her only thought to help. She reached his side just as he stabilized himself after the dodge. She pulled a strip of cloth from her own simple tunic and pressed it against the bleeding stump of his shoulder, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

"Are you alright?!" Alina cried, her voice trembling. She looked up at Adam’s face, her eyes filled with worry. "Your arm! Oh gods, your arm!" She fumbled with the cloth, trying to make a makeshift bandage. "Can you... can you reset my teleport again? We have to get out of here! Now! He’s too strong!"

Adam looked down at Alina, a flicker of surprise in his white eyes. Just moments ago, this girl had been terrified of him. Now, she was risking her own safety to try and help him, to stop his bleeding. It was an unexpected display of courage, or perhaps, desperation. He didn’t comment on it.

He gently pushed her hand away with his remaining right hand, dislodging the makeshift bandage. "You think," Adam said, his voice still calm, almost amused, "that something like this," he gestured with his chin towards his ruined shoulder, "is enough to defeat me?"

Before Alina, the stunned Oliver could react, a bright, intense green light suddenly flared to life around the mangled stump of Adam’s left shoulder. It wasn’t a soft healing glow like the one that had mended the prisoners’ minor injuries; this was a fierce, vibrant energy, like green fire. The green flames seemed to solidify.

And then, impossibly, a new arm began to grow.

Flesh, bone, muscle, and skin regenerated at an incredible, visible rate, sprouting from the bloody stump. It grew with astonishing speed, forming a perfect, unblemished new arm and hand in mere seconds, identical to the one that had been destroyed.

The green, flame-like energy pulsed once more, then faded away, leaving behind a perfectly healed, fully functional new limb.

Alina stared, her jaw slack with utter disbelief. Oliver, watching from a short distance away, felt his blood run cold. Malkor, who had been creeping forward with his dagger, dropped the weapon with a clatter and stumbled backward, his eyes bulging in terror.

Even Lucas, who had witnessed Adam’s earlier healing of his own arm, looked completely stunned by this instantaneous regeneration of an entire limb.

Oliver felt a profound sense of dread settle over him, heavier than any he had ever known. This wasn’t just a powerful opponent; this was something monstrous, something that defied the natural order. ’Is this truly my end?’ he thought, a chill gripping his heart.

His instincts, those same instincts that had saved him countless times from perilous situations, were now screaming at him with undeniable certainty: Run! Flee! You cannot win!

A desperate plan began to form in Oliver’s mind. ’I need to warn Bryan and Billy,’ he thought frantically. ’They need to get to the main Syndicate base in the Roland Kingdom. They need to warn headquarters about this... this variable. This Third Prince. He’s a threat we never accounted for, a power that could destroy all our plans.’

He glanced quickly over his shoulder. Malkor was still cowering nearby, useless. But Oliver knew Bryan and Billy were somewhere behind him, following cautiously.

’I have to send one of them back,’ Oliver decided. ’Malkor is too unreliable. It has to be Bryan or Billy.’ His mind raced, trying to figure out how to create an opening, how to ensure the message got through, even if he himself didn’t survive this encounter. The future of the Spider Syndicate in this region might depend on it.