Chapter 261: Distorted Dream.

Chapter 261: Distorted Dream.

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[Adam C. POV]

[Distorted Reality.]The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

The moon hung low in the sky over Hueco Mundo, its pallid light diffused across the vast expanse of the white desert. The battles raged on, but for me, the dust had seemingly settled. A heavy weight lifted off my shoulders, replaced with an elation I hadn't felt in a long time.

I was free of this world.

I was going home.

I smiled, waiting for the others to finish their fights. I had time for a small celebration before leaving this place, one last goodbye.

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Hours after the destruction of Aizen's forces, most of them scattering after the news of his demise began to spread, a party broke out.

Warm laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the low hum of conversation filled the air as the celebratory mood engulfed the Seireitei, for we had won.

The weight of our hard-fought victory washed over everybody in waves, a mixture of relief and euphoria, and who could blame them, Aizen was truly gone.

Each face around me; once strangers, were now familiar, being the face of friends and comrades who'd faced insurmountable odds with me. I took a moment to let it all sink in, letting my senses be enveloped by the joy and warmth of the celebration.

From a distance, Urahara approached, his pace relaxed but his eyes holding a certain seriousness that instantly caught my attention.

"Adam," he began, drawing me out of my reverie. "It's time."

Understanding dawned upon me.

Our deal.

My mission in this world was complete.

Meaning it was time to return to Fiore, to the family and friends awaiting me in Fairy Tail. From here, one thing led to another, and before I knew it, the swirling blue of the portal enveloped my vision, and in mere moments, I was back on familiar soil.

I was finally home.

Fiore, however, did not allow me the luxury of respite. It didn't take me long to figure out from here, that my friends were still trapped under the influence of Fairy Sphere, and needless to say every fiber of my being was committed to freeing them as soon as possible.

The days melded into nights, time passing in a blur of research, experiments, and failed attempts. Each failure only fueled my determination.

Two years of reading through Mavis research, during that time, I became master of the Guild, being the only one strong enough to give the title its true meaning.

When I finally managed to shatter the binding spell of Fairy Sphere, the overwhelming sense of relief was palpable. Soon enough, the guild hall was once again filled with joyful tears, raucous laughter, and heartfelt reunions.

Fairy Tail was whole once more. And yet, amidst this joy, an unsettling sensation gnawed at the edges of my consciousness.

Something here wasn't right.

Trying to shake off that eerie feeling, I joined the ongoing celebration. As the night wore on, a familiar voice called out to me.

Yet, as the Hōgyoku endeavoured to draw Adam's power, to claim the essence of his soul, I perceived an anomaly, a resistance unforeseen, an insurmountable stagnation.

Each strand of Adam's potent reiatsu, imbued with the indomitable essence of the Soul King, seemed to wrestle against the Hogyoku's pull.

This wasn't good.

The process was painstakingly slow, as if each particle of his spiritual energy was determined to resist, fighting an inexorable war against an invincible force.

I studied Adam's motionless form. Suspended between existence and oblivion, as a thought struck me.

Could it be that the Hogyoku harboured an innate inclination to preserve a part of the Soul King?

Before I could ponder on this, familiar reiatsu made itself known, a force unmistakable, a presence unforgettable. Urahara Kisuke.

"You're too late, Urahara," I mused, a smile dancing on my lips.

"You always think you're so far ahead of everyone, Aizen," Urahara began, his gaze cold. "But there's so much you don't know. It would take me hours to explain how much you miscalculated, but let me summarize things for you, Adam isn't just some fragment or part of the Soul King. He's the son of the King."

For the briefest of moments, the weight of that revelation made the world tilt on its axis. The implications were enormous. All this time, I believed Adam was just another part of the Soul King, who like all others had gained a sense of self, but... he was like Yhwach?.

Before I could respond, Urahara continued, "Do you really think that the Hogyoku will work against him? In the face of his child, that what you hold it's but a sacrifice."

I gazed at the Hogyoku nestled within my palm, its enigmatic pulsations now taking on a new meaning.

Steeling myself, I spoke, the depths of my voice reflecting the storm of thoughts swirling within. "Even so, Kisuke, this revelation won't change the outcome that has already been settled. The Hogyoku is mine, and so will be Adam's power, and his connection to the Soul King."

Urahara's gaze sharpened. "The Hogyoku has a will of its own, you should know it better than anyone. You might think you command it, but it's true allegiance might surprise you."

It was here when I realized what Urahara meant, the Hogyoku wasn't reacting to my will anymore, it was now reacting to something else... Adam's will.

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[Adam C. POV]

The soft glow of the morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm hue over the room. My family - Erza, Leonidas, Oberon, and Aura - sat around the breakfast table, their laughter filling the room. It should have been a perfect moment, but the persistent static at the back of my mind had grown louder, more insistent, like every day would.

Suddenly, Leonidas turned to me, his innocent face morphing into a grotesque mask, his laughter turning shrill. The same transformation began distorting the faces of my other children and, finally, Erza herself. The room felt as if it were shrinking, darkness clouding the edges of my vision.

"Enough!" I screamed, pushing back from the table.

"Honey?" Erza asked, her voice echoing in my head.

I took a deep breath, centering myself. The whispers of my Zanpakuto echoed in my mind, urging me to do something, what I couldn't hear, but she sounded desperate. With each panicked breath, I focused on my spiritual pressure, feeling it rise, pushing against the static inside my head.

And then, with a deafening roar, I released it.

The world around me shattered like fragile glass, fragments of reality spiraling away into nothingness. The faces of my loved ones, or the monsters that played them, the comfortable surroundings of my home, all vanished in a blinding surge of light. The ground beneath my feet felt unstable, like sand being swept away by waves.

As my vision cleared, the desolate landscape of Hueco Mundo stretched out around me, the moon looming large and cold in the sky.

The sensation of static in my mind receded, replaced by clarity and a surge of anger. The reality I had been thrust into, the life I thought I'd been living, had all been an illusion, a construct.

Aizen.

"I wonder... what did you see in your perfect world?" Aizen asked, taking a step back.

I didn't hear his words.

For the first time in a long time, I was seeing red.