Creation Of All Things-Chapter 37: "This is where you fall."

On a Rooftop

"Man, why are we even doing this?"

Joshua let out a tired sigh, crouching beside Alice on the rooftop. Below them, a group of Reaper Mafia members were gathered, their voices echoing in the night.

Alice smirked, resting her chin on her palm. "Because, Joshua, what you told me was too good to be true. If you really met someone who could do that, then I need to see it for myself."

She stretched lazily before adding, "And, well… I don't feel like going home right now."

Joshua raised a brow. "Why?"

"Found out I suddenly have three cousins from a long-lost aunt. My mom's making a huge deal out of it, wants me to come home and 'bond' or whatever." Alice rolled her eyes. "So, obviously, I need a solid excuse to disappear for a while."

Joshua gave her a look. "Right. I forgot—you're the rebellious child of your big, fancy family."

Alice's smirk instantly faded. She turned to him, narrowing her eyes. "And when did I ever tell you that?"

Joshua exhaled, shaking his head. "Come on, Alice. Your mom wanted you to attend the prestigious Westward Academy—which, by the way, was your dream—but you refused. Not because you didn't want to go, but because you don't like being told what to do."

He glanced down at the street below, already mapping out his escape route. "And that's just one of the many stories you've told me. So yeah, I think it's safe to say you're the rebellious one."

Alice scoffed, crossing her arms. "Tch. It's not rebellious, it's called having standards."

Joshua gave her a deadpan look. "Standards?"

"Yeah. Like… deciding for myself what I want to do instead of getting shoved into some predetermined path." She kicked a loose pebble off the edge of the rooftop, watching it vanish into the shadows below. "Westward Academy's great and all, but it stopped being my dream the moment my mom made it her dream."*

Joshua just shook his head, muttering, "Yeah, that totally doesn't sound rebellious at all…"

Before Alice could snap back, a commotion below caught their attention.

The Reaper Mafia thugs were moving, forming a circle around someone. Alice's sharp eyes locked onto the scene. "Looks like something's about to go down."*

Joshua peeked over the edge. "Do we… actually have a plan?"

Alice grinned. "You asking that now?"

"I just want to know if I should start praying."

"Relax." Alice stood up, stretching like she wasn't about to jump into potential chaos. "Worst-case scenario? We run. Best-case scenario? We get to see something interesting."

Joshua sighed, already regretting agreeing to this. "Why do I let you drag me into these things?"

Alice just smirked. "Because you'd be bored without me."

Below, the Reaper gang members stood in tense silence, their eyes darting around as if expecting trouble to drop from the sky. None of them wanted a repeat of what happened last time. They just wanted to get this deal done and get the hell out.

"I've got a bad feeling about this…" Grettan muttered, shifting uneasily. The last time they were here, things did not go well.

Beside him, Ben took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke like he had all the time in the world. "You worry too much, kid. We've been dealing with the Blackveil Syndicate for years. One little setback isn't enough to cut them off."

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you." Grettan crossed his arms, glancing around the dimly lit lot. "I just wanna get this over with."

A low chuckle echoed through the air.

"How bold of you…" A deep voice rumbled. "To think you can cut us off. The audacity amazes me."

Heavy footsteps followed, the ground seeming to tremble slightly. A towering figure emerged from the shadows, flanked by several men. His presence alone made the Reaper gang tense up.

Drake.

One of the physically strongest superhumans in the Blackveil Syndicate.

The sigil of Blackveil gleamed on his chest as he stopped a few feet away, his sharp eyes locking onto Ben and Grettan. A smirk played on his lips, but there was nothing friendly about it.

"Now…" Drake cracked his knuckles, his voice calm yet threatening. "Shall we talk business?"

A tense silence fell over the lot as Drake took slow, deliberate steps forward. The Reaper gang members stiffened, instinctively reaching for their weapons, but Ben shot them a sharp look.

Not yet.

Drake's smirk widened, his towering frame casting a long shadow under the dim streetlights. "Relax, boys. We're just here to do business. No need for the hostility… unless you want things to get ugly."

Ben flicked the ash from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. "We had a deal. Let's just get this over with."

With a snap of his fingers, one of the Reapers brought out a reinforced briefcase, setting it on the hood of a sleek black car. The gangsters nearby tensed as the case clicked open, revealing stacks of neatly arranged vials filled with a glowing blue substance.

Drake's eyes glinted with interest. "Void Serum, huh? Looks pure enough."

Grettan swallowed hard as one of Blackveil's men stepped forward, producing a sleek black duffel bag and tossing it onto the car with a heavy thud. When Ben unzipped it, stacks of cash and high-grade weapons glinted under the streetlights.

"Fair trade." Ben nodded, sealing the briefcase. "Looks like we're done here."

A sudden gust of wind swept through the lot.

Before anyone could react—

THUD!

A figure dropped from the rooftop like a phantom, landing with a controlled impact, his long coat billowing dramatically as he straightened up. The air around him seemed to hum with restrained energy, the faint glint of moonlight reflecting off his masked face.

Silence.

All eyes locked onto him as he slowly lifted his head, his sharp gaze locking onto Drake.

"Oi, oi... your business might be done, but not with me."

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His voice was calm, almost lazy, but the weight behind it sent a chill through the Reaper gang.

"And let's skip the formalities," the masked figure continued, rolling his shoulders. "People are here to watch the show this time."

Drake narrowed his eyes, finally recognizing the intruder. "Tch… brat."

Clad in all black, Adam exuded an aura of pure confidence, his stance relaxed yet ready for action. "Like I said… I'll be raiding every single one of your dealings until I get what I want."

For a moment, Drake just stared at him. Then—

"Pffft… HAHAHAHA!"

Laughter erupted from the hulking superhuman as he shook his head. "I gotta hand it to you, kid, you really love making these flashy entrances."

Then his smirk twisted into something darker.

"But the truth is…"

A voice cut in from the shadows.

"You've just walked into our trap."

Adam's head tilted slightly as a woman stepped into the dim light, her heels clicking against the concrete.

Anya.

And behind her, moving like wraiths in the night, were Becca and the elite enforcers of the Blackveil Syndicate.

At the same time, the low rumble of footsteps echoed from outside the warehouse.

More figures emerged, blocking every exit.

Trapping Adam inside.

Anya's lips curled into a smirk. "This is where you fall."