Infinite Mana: I Am The Absolute Supreme

Space twisted and refolded with a subtle, muffled sound.

The suffocating abandoned factory vanished, replaced instantly by the quiet, dusty air of an empty drawing room.

Noelle staggered, her boots skidding across the faded carpet.

She looked out the window, recognizing the distinct architecture of the outer Velmir estate. And then the interior. It was her mother’s villa.

Then she looked back at Victor.

Her eyes turned as big as football fields.

Teleportation.

It was not just rare. It was a myth.

Even the grandest arrays in Atlantis required massive reservoirs of mana and minutes of chanting to bridge spaces.

Yet this man had done it with a casual flick of his power.

"Is this even possible for a human to use teleportation?", she couldn’t find any answers.

"Who is he really?" she thought, her breath catching in her throat.

Before she could voice the question, Victor looked around the desolate, unkept room.

The lack of any digital signature or magical monitoring confirmed Nova’s assessment.

He exhaled a short breath and spoke into his mind.

Nova, deactivate the disguise. Revert to my original appearance.

"Alright, but your sister might become frightened," Nova’s voice resonated internally and gave him a subtle warning.

Victor looked at his sister and smiled.

"Let this girl have some fear today, because she won’t able to feel it in her entire life again.", he muttered.

Instantly, a soft shimmer of light rippled over Victor’s form.

The skin of the middle aged man dissolved.

His posture straightened.

His features re-carved themselves into sharp, aristocratic lines.

Dark purple hair fell in perfectly messy strands around a face that looked entirely divine.

It was immensely handsome, with an ethereal grace that easily eclipsed Noelle’s own praised Atlantian beauty.

Noelle gulped her saliva, her mind completely short-circuiting.

She took a step back and almost tripped over her own feet.

Her face flushing crimson as she stared at the breathtaking young man standing where a cranky, middle aged man had been just a second ago.

Instead of becoming afraid, her heart started racing violently.

Then suddenly the heavy wooden door at the far end of the drawing room slowly creaked open.

A woman stepped into the room, carrying a small basin of water.

Tiana was undeniably a beautiful woman, inheriting the striking features of high-born Atlantian lineage.

But years of isolation, torment, and deep-seated sadness had carved premature lines into her face.

It made her look much older than her years.

Suddenly her eyes landed on the two figures standing 20 meters away from her.

Instantly the basin slipped from her hands, clattering loudly against the floor.

The water spilled across the wood.

But Tiana did not care.

Her gaze was locked entirely on Victor’s face.

She did not ask for a token.

She did not demand an explanation.

Tears gushed out from her eyes in an instant torrent as she rushed forward.

Her frail arms wrapping tightly around Victor’s chest.

"Are you Victor... my son?" she sobbed.

Her voice breaking with an ache that had been buried for nearly two decades.

Victor froze.

His hands hovered awkwardly in the air.

He had spent the entire journey calculating how to approach this.

He had prepared legal arguments, historical data, and physical proofs to convince this woman of his identity.

Before he could even begin to ask her questions, she knew.

"Is this the instinct of a mother?" he wondered.

A strange, unmapped emotion swelling within his chest.

Tiana wept to her heart’s content.

Burying her face into his shoulder as if trying to make up for every single milestone she had missed.

Beside them, Noelle felt as though a bolt of thunder had struck her head.

The pieces fell into place with a terrifying, world-shattering clarity.

This immensely handsome man was the supreme warrior who had casually slaughtered five Epic Rank executioners.

The Sage she had just been awkwardly scratching the back of.

He was her brother.

Her own twin brother, whom she had never met.

The brother she had only ever dared to imagine in her quietest, loneliest moments.

He had not been a middle aged man mocking her.

He had used a disguise specifically to find her.

To protect her.

To bring her safely across the estate boundaries.

She stood frozen, entirely unsure of how to feel or act.

Her imaginary brother was suddenly a tangible, overwhelming reality standing right in front of her.

Victor took a deep, shuddering breath.

Unknown to him, a single drop of tear escaped his eye.

It traced a path down his cheek.

In his past life, he had been an orphan.

He wandered through a cold and indifferent world.

In this life, his father’s demeanor had been cold, calculated, and distant.

He had grown accustomed to relying solely on his own strength.

Viewing relationships through the lens of utility and survival.

But now, the pure, uncritical warmth of his mother’s embrace melted all that accumulated coldness away.

Slowly, his arms moved, wrapping securely around her frail shoulders.

He hugged her back, letting her lean her entire weight against him.

"I am, Mom," Victor said softly.

His voice dropping its usual sharp edge.

"I have come to take you and Noelle home. Will you return with me?"

Internally, Victor was praying.

For all his power, for all his ranks and system capabilities, he knew he could not force her choice.

She was a true Atlantian, raised in the depths of this rigid, underwater civilization.

He was a man of the modern surface world.

If she chose to stay out of loyalty or fear, his hands would be tied.

Tiana pulled back slightly, looking up at him through bloodshot eyes.

Her expression a mix of profound longing and deep sadness.

"I want to return. I want to go to the surface, Victor. More than anything."

"But the Velmirs will not let me go. They will never let me or Noelle leave this place without their permission."

A massive sigh of relief washed over Victor’s face.

It was followed immediately by a cold, confident smile.

"Please do not worry about that," Victor said.

His eyes flashing with a dangerous, quiet authority.

"I will handle everything."

When Tiana and Noelle heard those words, a strange sensation settled over them.

It was the feeling of finding a backbone.

A sudden, unyielding source of absolute security that they had never once experienced within the treacherous halls of Atlantis.

"Mom, I need to leave now," Victor continued, gently releasing her.

"I have something else I need to take care of out there."

"You two be ready here. I will take you out of this place in exactly three days."

Victor then turned his gaze toward Noelle.

The fierce, foul-mouthed girl who had been ready to fight to the death in the factory was completely gone.

She was entirely flustered.

Her cheeks burning a bright pink as she nervously shifted her weight.

Suddenly entirely unsure of how to speak to him now that his true identity was revealed.

"Umm... are you really my brother?" she asked in a small, uncharacteristically shy voice.

Victor’s cold demeanor completely fractured.

It was replaced by a genuine, warm smile.

He stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace as well.

Locking both his mother and his twin sister against his chest.

"Yes, I am," Victor whispered into her hair.