Hand Of God

Chapter 8 I'm nineteen years old, just like you.

"Is this for me?" Adam pointed at the black card, and at that moment, Diana's image in his eyes shone brightly, transforming from an inexplicable woman into an angel in an instant.

Diana nodded and said, "Yeah, when you go back, buy whatever you want."

"Oh, I can't accept this, it's too much," Adam's expression immediately shifted from a lifeless stare to a warm and friendly one, his words saying one thing while he quickly took the card from Diana's hand and pocketed it.

He didn't care why she was giving him money; he'd take it first.

"Well, I'll consider this a loan. I'm really in a tough spot lately, and I promise to pay you back with interest in the future!" Adam clutched the pocket with the card, assuring Diana.

Diana couldn't help but smile inside and said, "No rush, but remember what I told you earlier."

"Also, don't call me madam. I'm nineteen years old, just like you."

"Okay, okay, okay," Adam nodded repeatedly, agreeing with everything Diana said.

After all, the benefactor was always right, and in fact, he was already thinking about how to spend the money.

As the sun set, the two parted ways.

Diana watched Adam's retreating figure, and with no one around, she could finally let go and reveal a particularly bright smile.

She had been thinking about how to help Adam as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, it didn't require anything complicated; just giving money was enough.

It was too simple.

As the sky darkened, Diana lay on the sofa in her presidential suite and received a message from Adam.

[Wanderer: I'm setting off tomorrow. That assessor is indeed a good person, beautiful and kind-hearted. She lent me a large sum after finding out I was broke.]

Seeing this message, Diana couldn't help but laugh behind her hand.

After all, polite words to one's face mean nothing compared to praise behind one's back. Seeing Adam willing to compliment her behind her back was very satisfying.

[Wanderer: Do women really care about their age? She specifically told me she's only nineteen.]

[Wanderer: But who would believe that, hahaha, someone hold that high position can't be that young.]

Diana: ...

Bang!

The TV remote was crushed in her hand.

......

Compared to the thrilling excitement of yesterday's competition in the ring, Adam has nothing much to do today.

To celebrate last night, he played online games late into the night and then slept in until noon.

Well, his schedule is quite typical for someone his age.

But his female online gaming friend Icecream who, for some reason, suddenly felt the need to tell him on a lot of things.

Last night, with a voice clearly modified by a voice changer, she carefully explained to Adam that in today's superhuman universities, there are many young talents who hold high positions.

She also mentioned that there's a kind and beautiful genius girl who has become the youngest Super Elite in the BEA, and she's exceptionally brilliant.

All this left Adam quite puzzled, unsure of how these matters relate to him.

Now, it's time for the appointment made yesterday. Adam left a stack of money on the table as payment for his stay these past few days.

Now, armed with a bottle of mineral water, he once again stands at the venue from yesterday.

Others have already arrived, each with their families in tow, and they've brought quite a bit of luggage.

The accompanying parents wear looks of pride; they know their descendants are the cream of the crop among the individuals.

At this moment, Adam, who came alone with just a bottle of mineral water, seems a bit out of place in this scene.

Diana immediately spotted that nonchalant figure, and seeing his cheap t-shirt and the mineral water in his hand, she couldn't help but frown.

She approached him and asked in a low voice:

"Didn't I give you money? Why didn't you dress up a bit, buy some things?"

Adam scratched his head and, in a very rational tone, said:

"You see, I don't have anything to begin with, so if I'm going to buy stuff, wouldn't it be better to do it when I get there? Saves the hassle of carrying it on the plane."

Diana: ...That makes perfect sense!

At Diana's gesture, Adam walked over to that group of students admitted without assessment.

"Hello."

To Adam's surprise, the first person to greet him was Serena.

Adam: Are we that close?

Nevertheless, he instinctively nodded and greeted her in return.

Serena today was noticeably different from yesterday; she had donned a pair of glasses that gave her a more intellectual and docile appearance.

The middle-aged man nearby, upon seeing Adam approach, exchanged a glance with Serena and nodded before walking towards Adam.

"You must be Adam Williams, right? I'm Serena Robert's father, Marcus Robert," he said, extending his hand with a smile to Adam.

Observing this gesture, Adam inwardly sighed.

Based on his extensive experience reading novels, this was clearly the situation where "if you mess with the young one, the older one will show up."

Instinctively, he felt that the man was there to cause trouble.

Moreover, among the family members who came to see off today, Serena's was the most extravagant, with a large group from the affluent Robert family, many of whom were clearly bodyguards.

However, adhering to the principle of not hitting a smiling face, Adam politely extended his hand to shake hands with the man, without saying a word.

But then, the man's words surprised him.

"You defeated Serena yesterday, quite impressive for someone so young."

"But young people often become friends after a rivalry, I hope you two can get along well and not hold any grudges."

The anticipated difficulties did not materialize; Marcus maintained a smile and spoke with great propriety.

Whether genuine or not, to achieve such a grand family business, at least on the surface, he was impeccable.

After they released their handshake, Adam quickly nodded and said:

"Of course, I don't feel any conflict. Also, are you a superhuman too?"

Marcus was taken aback by Adam's sudden question. After a moment of contemplation, he smiled again and replied:

"I am, but my rating is quite low, a D-rated superpower. Serena's superpower talent is more inherited from her mother."

Upon hearing this, Adam's eyes immediately brightened.

D-rated?

D-rated was good!

He had reflected on it last night; his Hand of God had a significantly higher success rate in copying low-rated superpowers.

That, coupled with already having a SSS-rated superpower as his main combat ability, he wasn't as urgently in need of high-rated superpowers.

Ordinary superpowers, even if low-tier, were helpful.

For example, Energy Chain, though non-offensive, significantly enhanced his control and perception of energy compared to others.

So, instead of gambling on very low probabilities, it was better to copy a variety of miscellaneous low-level superpowers as auxiliary abilities.

Hearing that Marcus's superpower was D-rated, Adam quickly smiled and said:

"Ah, I see, D-rated is impressive too, I've heard a lot about you." As he spoke, he extended his hand again to initiate a handshake, intending to replicate.

Marcus's expression froze instantly.

A handshake? We just shook hands a few seconds ago, didn't we?

And what have you heard about me? Did you know me before????

He had never encountered someone so inexplicably odd; this move truly left him speechless.

Despite the slight stiffness in his smile, Marcus still shook hands.

[Replication successful, acquired D-rated superpower – Explorer!]

[Automatically upgrading superpower rating]

[Superpower rating increased, superpower evolved – Hearing of Everything!]

[Description: From today onwards, you can hear the voices of all things, and get the answers you want from every blade of grass and tree.]

The new information that appeared in Adam's mind made the corners of his mouth rise; although it was a D-rated superpower, success was always a good thing.

But the next second, he couldn't smile anymore.