Gizoro looked at Adamax 001 with a blank expression. “You know I'd be obligated to send you back in time if you were to reveal what you know,” he said, as he kept his eyes on the road. He reached behind him and grabbed something from the backseat without taking his eyes off the road. Adamax rolled his eyes and sighed, annoyed. This was his fate, wasn't it? Being exploited even when they had a fair bet - an answer to any random question, in exchange for his 'useless' talent. “Humph!” he muttered under his breath, trying to stay calm.Gizoro placed a small, rectangular device on Adamax's lap. It looked like a smartphone, but larger, sleeker and more futuristic. “Be careful with that Tablonnet,” Gizoro warned him sternly. “Any information you access with it can be traced by Gibron.”Adamax's jaw dropped as he looked at the Tablonnet in his hands. It was a lot heavier than he had expected. He could barely hold it with both hands.The Tablonnet was clearly made of metal, probably iron

Despite the confusion and events that had happened, Adam couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with this child, Adamax, whose body now housed his soul.The mirror incident had been strange enough. But now, he felt as though there was some kind of blockage in his talent, preventing him from accessing it in its fullest form.While it's true that having math as a talent can be challenging, Adam found some advantages to it, making it not so bad after all. Moreover, the fact that his talent had affected everyone in Ulaetsria made it even more evident that his talent was quite dominant, even though he had no clue of what the kid actually did.Secondly, in a world where math and science were somewhat foreign concepts, Adam's talent was certainly an advantage. However, the blockage he felt was preventing him from accessing the full potential of his talent. Without the ability to break through this blockage, he was limited in his use of his talent.But what could be the cause o

It seems that everything about Adamax 001 was centered around him being labeled as "useless." There were no details about his family, school, or even his face. Only his age and the mention of him being useless along with his talent were present. “What sort of fuckery is this?” Adamax blurted out, his voice sounding like a bratty kid throwing a tantrum. The only useful piece of information available there was a series of numbers: 002-501-670. But it wasn't just a random string of numbers - the word "day" was written beneath it. So, perhaps it was a date? That seemed like the most likely possibility he could think of. Adamax tapped the search icon and spent a few minutes typing out various combinations of letters and numbers until he was able to match the code he'd seen. He typed in "002-501-670," and pressed enter. Tap! With a decisive tap, Adamax pressed the search button. The page took a little longer to load this time, but eventually, the results appeared. “Now, this is a piece

“How did he not die!” The words like a Bang! hit hard into Adam's head, hurting his brain and echoing in his ears. It wasn't a question whoever spoke those words asked, it was a sentence born out of shock, infused with a wave of anger and a rising disgust.If it hadn't been for the fact that Adamax had experienced this before, he might not have known what was happening or where he was. But the sound of the voice, the familiar tone of the words, told him everything he needed to know, which was that he was at school again, and his other mother had done something to him once more.Adamax mumbled to himself, "I need to figure out how she does this. How does she put me to sleep without me even realizing it?" But then, reflecting on what had happened before now, he remembered that he had been about to be tracked the day before. He was alone in his room, trying to destroy the tablonnet, when he heard his mother's voice calling out to him. Her footsteps grew louder as she approached his do

"Now then, where shall we begin?" Sir Leon said, his words slow and drawn out, his voice hoarse and icy. He walked with a heavy step around the room before stopping in front of Adamax and Talia, then planted himself in the space between their chairs.Sir Leon then turned to Adamax, bending down so that their faces were level. In a grave tone, he said, "You. Let's start with you. If there's no progress with your talent, then..." Adamax couldn't stop himself from trembling as the fear he felt for this man reached new heights. In all his lives, past and present, he'd never felt this level of terror. Sir Leon was indeed an intimidating man. Despite his fear, Adamax only managed to break out in a cold sweat under the imposing gaze of the man behind the large, bug-like glasses.Just as Sir Leon was about to finish his statement, a banging thunderous alarm sounded from the four corners of the classroom, its purple light blinking. "Badrum, badrum, badrum, badrum, badrum."Adamax froze to t