Creation Of All Things

"Well, time to start digging into the supernatural world," Adam muttered as he stood in front of a computer center.

He could've done this at home, but he preferred being here. The connection was better, the range was wider, and honestly, he just wanted some fresh air.

With that thought, he stepped inside.

The place was packed with people—some playing games, others watching videos, and a few actually working. The hum of keyboards and occasional bursts of laughter filled the room. Adam walked to an empty computer, sat down, and logged in.

The moment the screen lit up, his ability kicked in. His Neural-Cybernetic Technopathy linked him directly to the digital world, letting him process information at insane speeds. Data flooded his mind—news reports, underground forums, encrypted files—all filtered through his thoughts like a high-speed scanner.

Alright, let's see what's hiding beneath the surface.

He started with basic searches: supernatural sightings, unexplained events, hidden organizations. Most of it was nonsense—ghost stories, conspiracy theories, urban legends. But then, something caught his eye.

A forum post, buried deep in a dark web thread:

"The Veil is thinning. Those who see beyond it should tread carefully."

The replies were filled with people claiming to have seen strange things—creatures in the shadows, people vanishing without a trace, symbols appearing on buildings overnight.

Adam smirked. Now this looks interesting.

He leaned back, cracking his fingers, and dove deeper.

Adam kept scrolling through the forums, sifting through layers of junk until something else caught his eye—a company called Silvermane Inc.

At first glance, it looked like just another high-end tech company, dealing in AI, cybersecurity, and advanced robotics. But something felt... off.

For one, they had almost no online presence beyond their official site and a handful of news articles. No leaks, no insider reviews, nothing. Companies that big always had some dirt floating around. Yet, Silvermane Inc. was clean—too clean.

That alone made Adam suspicious.

His fingers moved instinctively as he tapped into their system. He bypassed basic firewalls with ease, but then—he hit something unexpected.

An encrypted file.

Not just any encryption, but high-level military-grade security.

Adam smirked. Now, why would a tech company have something like this?

He leaned forward, eyes gleaming as he cracked his knuckles. This was more than just a random company. Something was being hidden here, and he was going to find out what.

Tapping deeper into his Neural-Cybernetic Technopathy, he let his mind sync with the system, his thoughts flowing through lines of code like a digital ghost. Security layers fell apart one by one until—

Access granted.

The file opened, revealing pages of classified reports, strange symbols, and most importantly—mentions of supernatural entities.

Adam chuckled. Found you.

Adam's eyes flickered as he scrolled through the decrypted files. Lines of classified text filled the screen—deals, experiments, cover-ups.

Silvermane Inc. wasn't just working with the supernatural. They were supernatural.

In this country, there were five ruling families and three powerful organizations that controlled everything from the shadows. Each one had deep ties to the supernatural world.

One name stood out immediately—The Blackveil Family.

That was the one he had originally planned to investigate. They were notorious, rumored to be involved in everything from underground supernatural trades to ancient relic hoarding. They were the Mafia of the supernatural world.

But then, another name appeared. One that made his breath hitch for just a second.

The Dhark Family.

His surname.

Adam's fingers hovered over the keyboard as his mind raced. Dhark... Could it just be a coincidence?

No.

He clicked on the file.

A deep hum filled his ears as the screen loaded, lines of encrypted history flashing before his eyes. His heart pounded.

The truth about his own name, his past—whatever was hidden in this file—he was about to find out.

Elsewhere

"Freya still hasn't been found?"

The deep, weathered voice of Franklin Dhark, the head of the Dhark family, echoed through the dimly lit study. His sharp eyes, filled with years of wisdom and regret, remained fixed on the swirling whiskey in his glass.

Standing behind him, a woman in her mid-30s lowered her head. Madeline Dhark. Her posture was tense, as if the weight of her father's words pressed down on her shoulders.

"I've used every resource at my disposal," she admitted, her voice steady but laced with frustration. "Big Sister Freya... she's hiding too well."

If Adam were here, he'd immediately notice it—the resemblance between Madeline, his mother, and his younger sister Aria.

Franklin let out a slow sigh, rubbing his temples as memories from nineteen years ago surfaced like ghosts from the past.

The day Freya turned her back on the family.

The day he pushed his own daughter away.

"We should let it go for now, Father." Madeline spoke gently, trying to ease the tension in the room. "She'll come around. She always does."

Franklin's grip on his glass tightened.

"No." His voice was firm, the air growing heavier. "This isn't like last time."

Madeline flinched as his gaze snapped to hers, cold and piercing.

"The first time she ran away, it was because she thought she'd never awaken as a superhuman. Because of the bullying." His words were laced with an unspoken accusation, and Madeline's lips pressed into a thin line.

"But she came back," Franklin continued, his expression softening just slightly. "She awakened, became one of us. She was happy to return."

His shoulders sagged as he leaned back in his chair, the ice in his drink clinking softly.

"But this time... she left because we opposed the man she loved."

He exhaled deeply, his voice barely above a whisper.

"And it's been nineteen years."

A chill settled in the room.

And still, no sign of her.

Back at the Cafe

The dim glow of the computer screen was the only light in the room, casting flickering shadows on Adam's face. His eyes, wide and unblinking, reflected the image staring back at him.

A woman.

Not just any woman.

A woman he knew too well.

His breath hitched, and his hands clenched into fists on the keyboard. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else.

The name beneath the image burned into his vision.

Freya Dhark.

His mother.

"Mum..."

The word escaped his lips in a whisper, raw with disbelief. A storm of emotions crashed inside him—shock, confusion, anger, relief.

Why is her name here?

What does this mean?

What the hell is going on?

The screen flickered slightly, as if taunting him with secrets buried for years.

Adam swallowed hard, his pulse racing.

He was standing at the edge of something big. Something that could change everything he thought he knew.