Adam stood frozen, his heart heavy as his mother’s refusal echoed in the air. Rachel’s tears and firm grip on his hands made it clear—she wasn’t going to let him go.

He glanced at his father, Ricky, with a silent plea in his eyes, hoping that his father could reason with her.

Ricky noticed the look and sighed, understanding the unspoken request. He knew this moment would come, but he also knew how hard it would be for Rachel to accept.

Ricky smiled faintly, placing a reassuring hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “Rachel…” he began gently, his voice calm and steady. He wanted to ease her pain, to help her see that this was something Adam had to do.

But Rachel didn’t let him finish. She brushed his hand away with a swift motion, her voice rising with frustration and desperation. “No, Ricky! I won’t listen to you this time!”

She tightened her grip on Adam’s hand, pulling him toward the house. “Adam is coming home, and that’s final!” Her voice was firm, but the tears streaming down her face betrayed the fear and sadness she felt.

The villagers, who had gathered around, exchanged awkward glances. None of them dared intervene, unsure whose side to take.

They remained silent, watching the tense scene unfold. Some of them understood Adam’s decision, while others sympathized with Rachel’s pain. It was a difficult moment for everyone.

Just as Rachel began to pull Adam away, Eric, their eldest son, stepped forward. He blocked Rachel’s path and said calmly,

“Mom, at least hear Adam out completely.” Eric’s voice was steady, but there was a hint of urgency in his tone. He knew how important it was for Adam to explain himself, for Rachel to understand why he had to leave.

Rachel’s eyes flared with anger as she turned to glare at Eric. “Eric, don’t interfere in this! You don’t understand!” Her voice was sharp, but Eric didn’t back down. He stood his ground, his expression serious.

Before Rachel could say more, Ricky stepped in, moving in front of her. He gently but firmly held both her shoulders.

“Rachel,” he said, his tone steady, “do you remember the day Adam left this village? He stopped being just your son that day. Don’t forget what Master Jordan said—Adam is the Chosen One. This isn’t just about us anymore. Nature itself has chosen Adam for a purpose.”

Rachel shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t care! I won’t listen to you, Ricky! Not this time!” Her voice was filled with pain, but Ricky didn’t let go. He knew she needed to hear this, even if it hurt.

Adam, standing behind them, spoke softly, his voice filled with pain. “Mom, I can’t stay here. Please try to understand. If I stay, more people will die—people who are waiting for me to help them.”

His words were heavy with emotion, and Rachel’s grip on his hand loosened slightly. She looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion and sorrow.

Eric stepped closer, standing beside his father. He looked at his mother, his voice calm but firm.

“Mom, we’re just as worried and scared as you are. But you need to understand—this world has chosen Adam for a reason. Just think about it. If Adam hadn’t been here today, we might not even be alive right now. And just like us, there are so many others waiting for Adam to save them. Families, villages, entire cities—they’re suffering under the same corrupt forces we faced. They need Adam, Mom.”

Rachel’s fierce resistance faltered for a moment. She looked at Eric, then back at Adam, her grip loosening slightly. The weight of their words began to sink in. She had always known Adam was special, but hearing it now, in this moment, made it all too real.

Seeing this, Ricky seized the moment. His voice softened as he said, “Rachel, shouldn’t you be proud? The boy you were always worried about, the one you thought might not find his way—he’s standing here today, ready to fight for what’s right. The earth, nature itself, has chosen him to protect others. Isn’t that something to be proud of?”

Rachel’s tears flowed freely now. She lowered her gaze, her hands trembling. “I don’t want to lose my son,” she whispered, her voice breaking. The fear of losing Adam again was overwhelming, but deep down, she knew Ricky and Eric were right. She just didn’t know how to let go.

Adam stepped forward and gently placed his hands over hers. “Mom, don’t worry,” he said. “I promise I’ll make arrangements so you can call me anytime. I’ll set it up so I can teleport back here instantly whenever you need me.” His voice was filled with reassurance, and Rachel looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes searching his face for comfort.

Rachel’s heart ached, but she could see the determination in Adam’s eyes. She knew he wasn’t saying this lightly, that he truly believed in what he was doing.

The villagers watched in silence, their hearts heavy with emotion. They had all come to care for Adam, to see him as one of their own.

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And now, as he prepared to leave, they felt a deep sense of loss. But they also felt pride, knowing that Adam was doing what he believed was right.

Ricky turned to Adam, his expression filled with pride and sadness. “Son, your mother won’t ever be able to say yes—not out loud. Even if she agrees in her heart, she won’t be able to let you go.”

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her emotions overwhelmed her, and all she could do was cry.

Adam turned to his father, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He stepped forward and embraced Ricky tightly, drawing strength from the gesture. “Thank you, Father,” he said softly. “For everything.”

Ricky hugged him back, his grip firm and reassuring. “You’ll always have a home here, Adam. No matter where you go, remember that.”

Adam broke away from his father’s embrace, his heart steadying with each passing second. As he stepped back, Eric moved forward, wrapping his arms around his younger brother in a tight, supportive hug.

“Take care of yourself, Adam,” Eric said, his voice tinged with both pride and concern. He had always been the protective older brother, and now, more than ever, he felt the weight of Adam’s decision.

“I will,” Adam replied softly, pulling away from his brother. He glanced between his father and Eric, his determination solidifying. “I’m going to start preparing for my journey now.” His voice was calm, but there was a firmness to it that showed he had made up his mind.

Ricky and Eric both nodded, their expressions mirroring quiet acceptance. Ricky placed a firm hand on Adam’s shoulder, his tone both protective and proud. “Adam, you’ve grown up, and I trust you, but remember—stay safe. Look after yourself.”

Adam nodded, his resolve unwavering. He turned toward the villagers gathered a short distance away, watching the scene unfold in silence. As he began walking toward them, Shyam and Joe stepped forward to intercept him.

Sam was the first to speak. “Adam, take care of yourself out there. We’ll miss you.” His voice was steady, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

George nodded in agreement. “We’ll be waiting for your return. Be careful.” He gave Adam a reassuring smile, though his concern was evident.

Adam gave them a reassuring smile, clasping their shoulders briefly before continuing toward the rest of the villagers. But just as he took a few steps, a familiar voice called out from behind him, one filled with urgency and emotion.

“Adam!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning around swiftly. His heart clenched at the sight of his mother running toward him, her eyes red with tears. Without hesitation, Adam walked back to meet her.

Rachel threw her arms around him, holding him tightly as if she could keep him from leaving through sheer willpower.

“Adam, I still can’t bring myself to let you go,” she said, her voice breaking. “But if you must… promise me this: You’ll come back to visit us often. And listen to me carefully—if you ever feel like you’re in danger, don’t hesitate to run. Respect those older than you, and don’t take unnecessary risks.”

Adam couldn’t help but laugh softly at her barrage of advice. “I’ll remember everything you’ve said, Mom,” he replied with a warm smile, his voice filled with affection. He knew she was only trying to protect him, and he appreciated her concern.

Rachel let him go reluctantly, her tears still flowing but her heart a little lighter. Adam turned back toward the villagers, raising his hand in farewell. “To all my friends and everyone in the village, I bid you goodbye. But before I leave, I want to do something for all of you.”

The villagers murmured in curiosity as Adam made his way to the crossroads near Sam’s house.

The area provided a clear view of the surrounding wooden houses, the distant fields, and the lush forest beyond. Adam stopped in the center of the crossroads and turned to face the crowd.

“I’m going to create something for you,” he announced.

Raising his hand to the sky, he brought it down sharply to touch the ground. His voice rang out in English, clear and commanding. “Creation!”

The moment the word left his lips, the ground beneath him began to glow. A circular magical symbol etched itself into the earth, radiating a bright white light. Intricate patterns spread outward, forming a large circle with a star in the center. The villagers watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide with amazement.

Adam stepped into the center of the glowing symbol, raising his hand again. “Create Emergency Response Tower!”

The ground before him trembled, and a square section of earth began to rise. The villagers gasped as the chunk of land lifted into the air, slowly ascending until it reached a height of 15 meters. The structure began to shift and change, the earthy texture transforming before their eyes.

The square mass solidified, its surface becoming smooth and polished, as if made from marble and cement. Windows appeared along its sides, and in the center, a golden bell took shape, gleaming in the sunlight. The massive bell was surrounded by intricate carvings, and its presence radiated a sense of protection and strength.

The villagers stared in awe, their earlier whispers replaced by stunned silence. The sight of the tower, standing tall and majestic, left them breathless. Adam stepped back, admiring his creation for a moment before turning to face the crowd.

“This tower will serve as a beacon of safety for the village,” Adam explained, his voice carrying over the silence. “If you ever face danger, ring the bell, and I will know. I’ll do everything in my power to come to your aid, no matter where I am.”

The villagers exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of gratitude and wonder. They had always known Adam was special, but seeing him create something so powerful and protective right before their eyes was beyond anything they could have imagined.

Rachel stepped forward, her tears now mixed with pride. “Adam, this is… incredible,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve always been so thoughtful, so caring. This village is lucky to have you.”

Adam smiled at her, his heart swelling with emotion. “I may be leaving, but I’ll always be connected to this place. This tower is my promise to you—to all of you—that I’ll never forget where I came from.”

Ricky stepped forward, his hand resting on Adam’s shoulder once more. “We’re proud of you, son. More than words can say. This tower… it’s a symbol of your strength and your love for this village. We’ll take care of it, and we’ll take care of each other while you’re gone.”

Adam nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you, Father. That means a lot to me.”

The villagers began to approach, one by one, expressing their gratitude and offering their goodbyes. Some hugged him, while others simply shook his hand or patted him on the back.

Each interaction was filled with warmth and respect, a testament to the bond Adam had formed with everyone in the village.