Omniscient Extra's ViewPoint: Supreme Adaptation-Chapter 21: Solving all in all

It had been two days since that humiliating incident.

They had to walk home half-naked.

But not before dragging the agent into a corner and beating him to a pulp—then threatening him for good measure.

Amy, of course, had taken charge.

She even managed to squeeze some compensation out of the bastard's pockets.

Not without stripping him half-naked as well.

The worst part for Vorden wasn't the scam or the embarrassment.

It was the grim reality that his two siblings would now be living under his roof.

Hell!

But with estate agents being nothing but fraudsters in this wretched world, what else could he do?

Apart from cursing them into oblivion, that is.

Humans were the same, no matter what dimension they existed in.

Useless!

...

Vorden sat up in bed, exhaustion weighing on him.

Artificial sunlight streamed through the massive windows of his room.

It was moments like these that reminded him of the luxury of being rich.

Outside, the Kingdom's morning test had already begun.

Every single day, the same routine played out—

"Code red: Warning. This is just a drill."

The massive weapon stationed at the heart of the Kingdom would whirr to life—only to shut down moments later.

A simple test of the Kingdom's defences.

After that, a morning greeting would be sent to all citizens.

And the first thing to appear on the watch channel?

Queen Lynn's daily address.

The rule of this vast land had always been hereditary.

Since the last ruler, King Grey, had died without a male heir, his only daughter had taken the throne.

And so, Queen Lynn reigned.

But she was well-loved.

Her glowing dark skin had a mesmerising sheen to it.

Sky, in particular, couldn't help himself.

Every time she appeared, his mouth would practically water.

The urge to touch it...

No harm, though.

Clearing his thoughts, Vorden stepped out of his room, his hair a tangled mess and dark bags heavy under his eyes.

All thanks to the three menaces at home, throwing a night party and leaving him unable to sleep.

He was greeted by his bots rushing towards him, their screens flashing a smiling emoji as they cleaned around him.

When he bent down to their height, they dusted him off, making him glow like a diamond.

"Thanks," he muttered.

Then, they wandered off.

Stepping into the main parlour, he was met with pure chaos.

May, in the form of a red, magical bat, hung upside down from the ceiling, fast asleep, while layers of confetti covered every inch of the room.

On the floor, his two siblings lay sprawled out, snoring and hugging each other.

Vorden picked up a pillow and hurled it at Sky, then another at Amy.

They barely flinched.

Annoyed, he summoned his blade and smacked them with the flat of it.

That worked.

May instantly snapped awake, and transformed to her human form.

Now, all three knelt before him.

"If you want to live under my roof, you'll follow my rules. First, get this place sparkling. Then, Amy, you'll prepare breakfast. Sky, clean the glasses. May, finish your chores. No outings today.

"As for me—I'll just belong to the watch channel. It's the weekend, anyway."

The three sighed in disgust as they reluctantly got to work. What could they do? He owned this goddamn roof. Even the pretty, young Queen had no say here.

Yes, the Queen was exceptionally young—barely above the age of twenty-three—so she had a long reign ahead of her.

Once they had left, and he was certain of it, Vorden quickly summoned the home bot. It responded immediately, revealing an overwhelming amount of information.

Just a day ago, Vorden had discovered that this character had logged an extensive amount about himself, and many of the entries were...

He had already read quite a few.

Now, he was on the ninth page. A translucent screen projected from the bot's interface, displaying the information in the form of a written story.

Vorden was on the ninth page.

When he noticed Amy returning with equipment to clean the parlour, he swiftly took the bot to his room and put his door on lockdown.

Settling onto his bed with the projected screen before him, he began reading—without the slightest hint of amusement.

***

"Days and days have passed, yet I am still unable to train freely. My body..."

"...feels weak, as if something is restraining me from reaching my full potential. Perhaps it's the lingering effects of the injury I sustained years ago, or maybe... I was never meant to be strong in the first place.

Still, I refuse to believe that.

Every day, I push myself beyond my limits, but progress is slow—frustratingly so. The others say I should accept my fate, that I was never destined for greatness, but I can't. I won't. There's something inside me, something clawing to break free. I just don't know how to unleash it yet..."

***

"This guy was dramatic as hell," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Vorden exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes narrowing as he reread the passage.

"The others say I should accept my fate..."

Who were these "others"?

His mind immediately ran through the possibilities—mentors, elders, perhaps even family members.

But why would they tell him something so bleak?

He was practically born into strength, his bloodline alone should have secured his place among the strongest.

And what was this injury he mentioned?

Vorden had no knowledge of it, nor had he once felt it.

How severe had it been to hold back someone from such a lineage?

Could it be the reason he struggled with progress?

Then there was this line:

"Progress is slow—frustratingly so."

That, at least, rang true.

How could a Top-Level Seeker—someone with the highest possible designation—not have a Special Sense from the beginning?

It defied everything Vorden knew about the world's system.

Unless...

Better not to dwell on that.

That was an unsettling thought.

Night Shifts were the rite of passage.

No Seeker could attain true recognition without surviving one.

'But was it possible that this bastard was different? That he was born as a Top-Level Seeker without ever having to experience a Night Shift?'

'No, that shouldn't be possible.'

At least, based on everything Vorden understood about the world's mechanics.

Becoming a Seeker required an initial Night Shift—there were no exceptions.

...Unless there was another hidden way.

His eyes flicked back to the text.

...

"There's something inside me, something clawing to break free."

...

What was inside him? A Monarch? A demon? Something else entirely?

'Too many mysteries.'

Vorden methodically noted down his questions, ensuring each detail was accounted for.

Then, with a deep breath, he moved onto the next page.

And what he saw nearly made him claw his own eyes out.

...

"Oh, I just saw this from Grandad's diary. In there, he wrote: for me to obtain a Special Sense, I must kill someone who already possesses one. Only then will I inherit their Special Sense."

"Of course, I am against such things. But now I realise... I was born with an Assassin Path, Hollow-Eyed. And rather than accepting such a bloody fate, I have decided—I will undertake my first-ever Night Shift. And not just any Night Shift... but the most dangerous one."

...

Vorden tilted his head, eyes narrowing in deep thought.

First, this confirmed his theory—he had killed that imbecile during his First Night Shift upon arrival into this world.

That explained how he obtained the Special Sense Black Ice, then.

'...Some kind of grim way to obtain skills.'

But then came another unsettling question.

Had he known how dangerous that Night Shift was before entering it?

If so... how?

That shouldn't have been possible.

Wrex had mentioned that Glory never assigned official ranks to Night Shifts—that ranking system was something Seekers had created themselves, and it was still developing.

Yet somehow, Glory itself had used that human-created ranking system to warn him about the difficulty of his recent Night Shift.

Which meant...

The ranking system Seekers relied on might not even be real.

Or worse—the Seekers themselves might be living under a false understanding of how things actually worked.

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And this bastard's family?

They knew more than they were supposed to.

This made him wonder...

They weren't just extras in this world.

They were something far more significant.

Vorden clenched his jaw.

If that was the case, he needed to extract information from his "siblings"—carefully, without raising suspicion.

Fortunately, tow days from now marked the beginning of his time at the Academy.

And once he was there...

He would have more than enough opportunities to uncover the truth.

So, the first thing Vorden set out to do was to ask Sky—subtly, of course—if he knew or had heard anything about his childhood.

With only a two-year age gap between them, that meant that when Vorden was seven, Sky was five—old enough to be aware of what was happening around him.

Or so he hoped.