Adam : From a man to a God

*DMR (Portal World)*

Eddie and Adam walked side by side on the sidewalk. Eddie was talking non-stop.

"And then he went like phaw!! The aqua power holder used the guy's sweat to choke him. It was insane," Eddie exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable.

Adam was initially surprised but soon found Eddie's chatter annoying. He decided to change the subject.

"Hey. How come the city feels so empty? There is barely anyone on this street. And why haven't I seen old people? Only thirty-year-olds," Adam pondered aloud, glancing around suspiciously. (Even at the museum...)

Suddenly, Eddie stopped walking. His eyes seemed to lose their pupils entirely.

"What the hell? Hey, dude, are you alright?" Adam asked, concern etched on his face.

Eddie's eyes glowed white for a split second before returning to normal. He continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"And then all his sweat gathered around his neck and suffocated him," Eddie continued.

"Eddie!!" Adam shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

"Huh? Dude, what's wrong? You don't need to yell my name out," Eddie replied, confused.

"What happened to you just now?" Adam demanded.

"Huh?" Eddie looked puzzled.

"You don't remember? You just froze. And then your eyes turned white," Adam explained, his voice urgent.

"White? Flame power holder's eyes don't turn white," Eddie stated, bewildered.

"Yeah, I know, but yours did a second ago," Adam insisted.

"You're not joking, right? N-no, that's impossible... Because if what you're saying is true, then I'm... cursed," Eddie muttered, rubbing his brown hair in frustration.

"Cursed?" Adam echoed, his curiosity piqued.

"Shit, shit, shit!! Am I freaking cursed?" Eddie's voice rose in panic.

"What!? What do you mean cursed?" Adam asked, his confusion deepening.

"I won't remember what you said. Cursers use these types of curses if they don't want the person they cursed to have or know the info they're hiding from that person," Eddie explained, his frustration evident.

"I read a bit about cursers. But I didn't finish," Adam admitted.

"What were you talking about? You know, before that happened," Eddie asked.

"I said I barely see old people in this city. In fact, I've never seen any kids. Just our—" Adam stopped mid-sentence as he realized Eddie had frozen again, his eyes turning white. He grabbed Eddie's shoulder and shook him.

"Hey... Hey!!" Adam shouted.

Eddie's eye color returned to its normal blue. He looked at Adam, confused as to why he was being held.

"Hey... What are you doing? When did you put your hand on my shoulder?" Eddie asked, bewildered.

"It happened again," Adam said, his voice tense.

"What happened?" Eddie asked.

"Huh? You don't remember? Your eyes turned white again and—" Adam started.

"Wait. My eyes turned white? Does that mean I'm cursed?" Eddie clenched his fist in frustration. Wait, again? This actually happened once?"

"It happened a minute ago. I was just talking about—" Adam began, but Eddie interrupted him.

"Wait!!! Don't say it. Because if you do, I'll just forget I'm cursed and then you'll have to do this all over again," Eddie warned.

"Oh. Cursers can do that to people? What are you gonna do about it?" Adam asked.

"Nothing," Eddie said, his voice resigned.

"Huh?" Adam was taken aback.

"I can't do anything about it. I'm superior. But maybe if I was a unique... I'll talk to Mr. Kim about it," Eddie decided.

"I guess you should," Adam agreed.

"Tomorrow. I'm not gonna be able to do it today," Eddie said.

"Why?" Adam asked.

"It's getting late, the sun is setting. This is where we part ways," Eddie explained.

In front of them, the road split in two directions. Adam took the left turn, and Eddie took the right. Just before completely parting ways, Eddie stopped and called out to Adam.

"Hey, dude," Eddie shouted.

Adam turned and looked at Eddie, who stood silhouetted by the setting sun, the vibrant hues of the sunset casting a warm glow.

"Can we meet here tomorrow?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, we can," Adam replied.

"Okay, I'll call you," Eddie said.

"Okay. But you don't have my phone number," Adam pointed out.

They quickly exchanged contacts.

"See ya," Eddie said.

Eddie arrived home. He opened the door and heard his mom in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm back," Eddie called out.

He went into the kitchen and found her holding a pan, placing it on the gas stove. His mom had dark brown hair and wore an orange dress with red flower patterns.

"Hey, I didn't even hear you come in. You're getting better at concealing your power, aren't you? You're getting better and better at it," she said with a warm smile.

"Thanks. Let me help you with that," Eddie replied.

He lit his finger on fire, and the stove plate ignited instantly.

Surprisingly, there was no one in the kitchen. Eddie was talking to himself, laughing as if someone had told him a joke.

"I can't believe Dad did that," Eddie said, chuckling.

*Adam's Place*

Adam was sitting on his bed, deeply engrossed in reading documents about cursers. He was fully focused, turning page after page with intense concentration.

"Wow. Cursers can do almost anything with these powers. All they have to do is touch the person and place a curse on them," Adam murmured to himself. "This section says they can curse objects too. They can't do everything though. So if I were a curse power holder, I would need to hold someone's head and tell them that if they hear anything about what I don't want them to know, they would immediately forget about it. It happens. They even forget the things related to that." (So if the curse also included never finding out you're cursed, it would have been good. For the Curser, I guess...) Adam thought. "It seems the curser didn't put this rule."

Adam turned the next page.

"It seems the number of words used in a curse also matters. The more words you use, the more power and energy it takes. Some words can't be used in a curse. The number of words used increases as the curser's power increases. They can also use stronger words according to their rank too. Does it mean Eddie's curser is not that strong yet? Or did he or she do it on purpose? Or forget?" Adam sighed in frustration. He took the documents off his lap and placed them on the bed. He stood up and looked at the digital clock above the doorframe. The time was six past six.

"It always feels like an eternity when I'm in Mr. Gabriel's class. I still can't believe only 2 hours passed while I was in the pocket dimension," Adam muttered.

He went to the kitchen to make himself some food. After eating, he returned to his bedroom and threw himself on the bed.

"I miss the king-sized one... (I wonder what Tilda is up to right now)," he thought.

He used his arms as a pillow and dozed off.

*Tilda's Training Room*

Tilda was in her pocket dimension, which consisted of a few trees and mostly barren land. She wore a black and golden training suit. She stretched out her hand, and a golden liquid appeared in front of her palm. It shape-shifted into a long sword, which she grabbed and thrust into a tree.

Tilda let go of the 9-meter long sword, leaving it embedded in the tree. She turned and looked at her hands. A small, thorny golden root began to form, and at the top, golden petals started to bloom. She created a golden rose, which floated in the air as she lowered her hand.

"I've been doing this for a while now. Conjuring things. I even tested my strength by lifting a very big rock. I ended up breaking it just by gripping it tightly," Tilda said to herself. "I really can't feel her anymore."

She placed her hand on her chest and looked at the sky as a gentle breeze blew by.

(It feels so peaceful... Adam,) Tilda thought, a serene expression on her face.