Adam hit the ground with a thud, his stomach taking the brunt of the impact. Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to understand what had just happened. How had the girl managed to throw him across the room without even getting close to him? But with just the words she had spoken - but how was that possible? It didn't make any sense.Adam lifted his head from the floor, squinting up at the girl who loomed over him. Behind her, a bunch of teenage kids from the detention room had gathered, an angle of 180 degrees, like points on a compass, surrounding him on all sides. As he lay on the floor, Adam's head was spinning from the impact of the throw. His eyes were heavy, and it took all his effort to keep them open. But he knew he had to see what was happening around him, no matter how much it hurt. As he blinked, his vision came into focus, revealing a scene unlike anything he had ever seen before.As his vision cleared, Adam noticed that the students' eyes were glowing with otherwo

Adam's eyes fluttered open as the grogginess began to dissipate, his young voice cracking as he spoke. "Ugh," he grunted, still feeling the effects of sleep weighing heavily on his mind and body.As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with the sight of several faces staring down at him. "What the heck?!" Adam exclaimed as he sat bolt upright, the sudden movement making him dizzy. He realized he'd been lying down, and now he was sitting up. As his eyes scanned the room, he could only see the legs of the youngsters standing around him. Then, it dawned on him that he was the center of attention, and they were all staring at him. Some of them were smirking and snickering, as if amused by his confusion."Where am I?" Adam thought to himself, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. The last thing he remembered was shaking hands with the strange little girl, Laylane, and then everything went black. And now, here he was, surrounded by teenagers who were finding his disorientatio

Pedro frowned as he looked down at the little boy, his expression dark and stern. "How did you do that?" he growled, grabbing Adamax by the collar of his shirt. He was a man of quick temper, and he did not tolerate jokes or pranks. "I'm warning you, kid," Pedro snarled, revealing his sharp fangs in a silent threat. "Don't mess with me. I'm not playing games." His words were spoken with a tone of menace, and his gaze was cold and unyielding. Adamax stumbled backward, stunned by the strange phenomenon. No matter how fast or slow Pedro walked, the steps always remained six strides long. It was as if time and space were bending to his will. Adamax was at a loss for words, utterly bewildered by what he had witnessed.Despite his shock, Adamax found himself lifted off the ground by the collar of his shirt. Pedro's strength was far greater than his own, and he was powerless to resist. "Speak!" Pedro barked, his tone leaving no room for argument. Adamax trembled as he hung suspended in

Adam looked down, searching for a way to get back to the ground, but instead of the winding streets of Ulaetsria, he saw something entirely different. Before him was a wide, cobblestone street, bustling with activity. Shops and cafes lined the street, and people of all complexions and sizes walked along the sidewalk. This was definitely not Ulaetsria.The main street he saw was flooded with light, as if it were a bright summer afternoon. Everything about it was familiar - the people, the shops, the sounds and smells - it all reminded him of home. “Humph!” He looked up to confirm his suspicion. If he was really back in his world then, he would see the sun and a bright blue sky and not a purple one.When he looked up, he saw the sun shining in a clear blue sky. He couldn't help but let out a whoop of joy. “Yay!”But his celebration was cut short when he heard his own voice, still that of the kid. It seemed that while he was back in his own world, he was still trapped in the kid's bod

It was true - Adamax could hear every conversation Gizoro had with every person and groups. And as he listened, he began to suspect that Gizoro might be a public figure of some kind, with a high-ranking position in the government. But screw that! In this place, people drove cars that looked like bulls, and flying objects were as common as rain. The whole place seemed like a fantasy, a far cry from the real world, how can there be something like government?"Now that I think of it, I've never seen rain in this place either," Adamax mused aloud. "I wonder what the rain would look like - would it be colorful, like a rainbow? Or would it be more like a mist, or a flaming falling inferno?"As he thought about it, Adamax started laughing uncontrollably. "Imagine if the rain was yellow, like urine," he said, giggling at his own joke. "And the texture was like little rocks!" He couldn't help but find the whole thing hilarious.Gizoro's voice, coming through the car speaker, harsh and sharp