The villagers’ fear reached a fever pitch as they watched twenty armed samurai charging toward them.

Cries of alarm broke out, and many scrambled to take cover, rushing into Sam’s house or huddling behind anything that might shield them.

All the villagers felt that they would now surely be killed, all their family members would be killed by the enemies in front of their eyes and there would be no one to save them.

Those brave—or desperate—enough to fight gripped their makeshift weapons tightly, their knuckles white as they prepared for what seemed to be their final stand.

Meanwhile, in front of Adam, the first wave of twenty samurai closed in, their swords drawn and gleaming under the sun.

The tension was palpable as the sound of their heavy footsteps drew nearer. Adam, standing firm, exhaled softly. His calmness amidst the chaos was almost unsettling.

Then, in a low, steady voice, he spoke in English: “Hallucination: Endless Nightmare.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, resonating with an otherworldly weight. The effect was immediate and shocking.

Adam's green eyes glow with a bright green light and immediately afterwards an invisible energy comes out of his body and strikes the bodies of the Samurais coming at a great speed, one by one.

All the samurai immediately stop in their tracks and their eyes glow light green and they are trapped in their worst nightmare forever.

One by one, the twenty charging samurai stumbled, their movements faltering as if an invisible force had struck them. Their swords slipped from their hands, clattering to the ground, and they collapsed face-first into the dirt.

The crowd gasped in disbelief.

An old man muttered, “Is this real?” while clutching his walking stick tightly. The fallen samurai lay motionless, their weapons scattered around them.

For a moment, silence fell over the battlefield, broken only by the murmurs of villagers and the rustle of the wind.

Without hesitation, Adam turned his attention to the second group of samurai, who were racing toward the villagers with deadly intent. His voice rang out again:

“Hallucination: Endless Nightmare.”

The result was identical. The advancing samurai staggered and fell as though their bodies had been robbed of all strength.

Their swords, like those before them, dropped uselessly to the ground. The villagers, who had braced themselves for a desperate fight, stared in astonishment as their attackers crumpled before they could even reach them.

Robin’s smirk faded, replaced by wide-eyed shock. He watched in silence, his mind racing to comprehend what had just occurred.

But disbelief quickly gave way to a simmering anger as he forced himself to regain composure. Robin is unable to understand what has happened suddenly. He has so many experienced Samurais but still he never thought that all of them would fail so suddenly. Now doubts are arising in his mind.

“No... no!” Robin muttered under his breath. “This has to be some kind of trick.” His confidence, rooted in years of trusting his instincts, refused to waver. “There must be a magical tool he’s using. Something I’m unaware of.”

Robin is not ready to accept that there could be some other way, he does not know of any other way by which a person can defeat an experienced career just by looking at it.

Robin turned to face Adam, his expression neutral, but his mind was a storm of doubt. The possibility that Adam could wield such devastating power without lifting a finger was almost too much to accept.

Behind him, the remaining samurai exchanged uneasy glances. A young samurai whispered to his comrade, “What kind of power is this?” Robin’s outburst had planted a seed of doubt in their minds as well.

They had never seen anything like this—someone who could incapacitate forty skilled warriors with nothing more than a few words.

Standing at Robin’s side, Sinu knew better. While he had never seen Adam use this specific ability before, he was well aware of Adam’s unpredictable nature.

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He was very confident before coming because he thought that he had an advantage in the number game but after seeing Adam's action, he has realized that his chances of winning are very less.

Adam had a habit of doing the unexpected, of turning hopeless situations into his advantage.

Seenu’s confidence in Robin and the samurai began to falter. He knew that Robin’s arrogance might cost them dearly.

His thoughts churned as he glanced between Adam and Robin. “Young Master,” Sinu thought, “you’re so consumed by your pride that you’ve forgotten when to retreat.”

Seenu knows what happens when you show too much arrogance in the metal field because last time he lost all his people at the hands of Adam because of the same arrogance, that's why he is going to run away from here right now.

But Seenu couldn’t voice his concerns. To question Robin would be to invite suspicion. If Robin found out that Seenu had withheld information about Adam’s capabilities, it could be the end of him.

And so, he remained silent, his fear growing as he replayed the scene of Adam effortlessly bringing down forty samurai.

The villagers, who had been paralyzed with fear moments ago, now began to feel a glimmer of hope. Adam’s display of power had turned the tide, giving them a reason to believe they might survive this attack.

Whispered prayers and murmurs of awe rippled through the crowd as they watched Adam standing tall, calm, and unwavering.

For the first time, they began to believe that Adam might truly be their savior. His confidence seemed to inspire their own. The fear that had gripped their hearts began to loosen its hold, replaced by a cautious optimism.

“He can do it,” one of the villagers whispered. “He can protect us.”

Another nodded, gripping his weapon less out of fear and more out of determination. “Adam will save us.”

Robin, however, clenched his fists as he stared at Adam. His pride wouldn’t let him back down. The battle wasn’t over—not yet.

Robin took a deep breath, his voice dripping with restrained rage as he said to Adam, "I was gravely mistaken. I should have realized your confidence wasn't baseless. Clearly, you have some hidden weapon that gave you the audacity to face so many samurai without fear."

Robin thinks that Adam is using some kind of magical tool which is giving him the confidence to fight so many samurai alone, otherwise there are very few people in this world who can fight so many samurai alone.

Robin has brought so many warriors so that he can catch Jordan, who is an elder. He has so much confidence in these warriors that they have the capability to defeat even an elder.

Before Robin could finish his sentence, Adam removed his hand from the hilt of his sword, raising it slightly as he interrupted, "You talk too much for a warrior."

Adam got worried seeing that Robin was just talking and not doing any action. He thought that Robin might be a brave warrior, so Adam was quiet and thought that after talking for a couple of minutes he would be quiet.

But nothing like that happened, seeing which Adam understood that Robin can only speak and he is not capable of doing any action, that is why Adam decides that enough of Robin's talk, now he will do the action himself if Robin can't.

Robin froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. Never before had anyone dared to interrupt him, let alone insult him outright. The vein on his forehead pulsed visibly, his anger mounting. His thoughts burned with indignation.

"How dare he? How dare this lowly nobody interrupt me and humiliate me in front of everyone? I won’t kill him quickly. No, I’ll make him suffer."

As Robin tried to compose himself, Adam added, his tone casual yet cutting, "To be honest, I doubt you're even a warrior. You don't carry the air of one."

The comment struck a nerve. Robin's composure cracked, and he snarled, "Do you even know who you're speaking to, you wretched boy? I am Robin Fukugawa, a proud member of the Sword Clan—one of the most prestigious families within it! You couldn't possibly understand the weight of that title."

Adam has realized what kind of man Robin is, he is the kind of man who goes around on Modern Earth asking, "Do you know who my father is?"

Adam thinks that it is too late and now this battle should be ended as quickly as possible and that is why now Adam is ready to take action himself.

Adam, unfazed, replied calmly, "Only the weak rely on their family name. A true warrior lets their sword speak for them. My master taught me that long ago."

Robin’s fury intensified. He clenched his fists, his expression darkening further. His voice thundered as he declared, "Whatever pity I had for you and these pathetic villagers is gone. Now, I’ll show you what it means to cross someone from the Sword Clan. You’ll regret ever breathing in my presence!"

He extended his arm dramatically, about to give the command to attack. But before he could utter another word, Adam interjected again, his voice steady and sharp. "Don’t worry. I’m not as merciless as you are."

Robin’s hand hesitated mid-air, and he stared at Adam, momentarily thrown off by the confidence in his voice.

Adam continued, his tone unwavering, "You've made it clear that you won’t back down. So, I’ve decided—I’ll kill every single one of you. And rest assured, I won’t hesitate."

For the first time, Robin faltered. Adam’s sheer confidence unsettled him. He couldn’t understand where this boy’s boldness came from.

Adam took a step forward, his voice calm yet laced with authority. "You see, I was wondering how best to deal with you all. And I’ve come to a conclusion—I won’t dirty my sword with the blood of worthless people like you."

Robin’s face turned crimson with rage. His fury reached a boiling point, and with a roar, he unsheathed his sword. "I’ll make you suffer so much that even in your next seven lifetimes, you’ll remember this pain! You’ll beg for mercy, and even then, it won’t be enough to end your torment!"

Adam smirked faintly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. His hand, which had hovered over his sword’s hilt all this time, moved forward. He pointed at Robin and the others, his demeanor calm and composed.

"I only need one weapon to deal with all of you," Adam said, his voice cold and deliberate. Then, in a low, commanding tone, he uttered a single word in English: **"Inventory."**

With this, the chapter ended.