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
Adamax awoke to the sound of laughter and the feeling of eyes upon him. It took him a moment to realize where he was. It seemed that, once again, his mother had made him fall asleep and deposited him in his classroom.But this time, something was different. He didn't feel shocked or fearful. Instead, he felt a strange sense of confidence. He knew that no matter how useless his power was, it was still something unique to him. He was special, even if his talent wasn't particularly useful.Adamax's thoughts raced as he tried to right himself. "All I need to do is play my cards right," he mused to himself. "I have to figure out how to use this power to my advantage. I have to find a way to make it work for me."As Adamax got to his feet, a familiar voice called out from across the room. "Where do you think you're going?" It was the fire-wielding boy from the first day of school, the one who had bullied Adamax and made him wet his pants.The boy bent down, his hand forming a small firebal
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
Gizoro's car came to a stop in front of a large, opulent building that looked like a cross between a casino and a mansion. Instead of the usual neon lights that adorned most casinos in the normal world, this building was lit up by flickering flames that danced in the night sky."This world sure seems to have a fascination with fire, doesn't it?" Adam mused to himself. Gizoro turned to face Adamax, looking him straight in the eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "I need your help to win some raw hard bills tonight, but I don't want you to come inside the glowhouse," he said.Adamax knew exactly what Gizoro wanted from him - his accurate math talent. Without hesitation, he realized that his only use to Gizoro was his ability to calculate odds and probabilities with remarkable accuracy.Adamax paused, stroking his chin as if deep in thought. Then he asked Gizoro, "How am I supposed to help you if I'm not allowed to go inside with you?" Gizoro rolled his eyes and said, "M
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
“Give me a number,” Gizoro muttered under his breath, barely audible to the hearing of the men around him. But there was someone else listening in, someone who was much farther away. Adamax, in his car outside the glowhouse, heard every word.Adamax thought for a moment. His talent wasn't just for calculating numbers - it was for making the impossible possible. This he'd discovered during his first meeting with Gizoro, and it might serve him well now. “Emmm,” he made a sound as his mind whirred with the thought of a number. After a moment, he spoke. “A number eight,” he said. As the words left his lips, he felt a surge of confidence. Gizoro nodded, then muttered to himself again. “His number or my number?” he asked, so softly that only Adamax could hear him. Adamax rolled his eyes from left to right, thinking. Then he said, “His number,” in a cool, even tone. Gizoro gave another nod. The third party man shuffled the cards, then laid three cards in front of Coletto. Coletto studie
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
"You?! What in heaven's name are you doing at this part of the house and particularly, my room?" Adamax exclaimed, his voice rising a bit in a mix of shock and amusement.At some point, the amusement and shock on his face were wiped away and replaced with a frown. “What are you doing in my room, kid?” he growled, his voice not any farther than a teenager's growl. “Don't you know what privacy is?” He bent down, bringing his face level with Laylane's.Adamax didn't want to yell at a child, but he also knew how much he valued his privacy. It had been a source of solitude and warmth in his previous life, and he wasn't ready to give that up just because he was now in a different world and in a mini body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.But the little girl wasn't even the least bit remorseful for barging in instead, she giggled as she pointed at the tablonnet on the table. Adamax followed her gaze, his eyes landing on the device he had placed on the table earlier. It glo
"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
Adam's heart began to pound as his mind raced with possibilities. If the Pops and the Second Russell were here, that meant they knew the person they were tracking had some connection to this dump of a school. He mumbled under his breath, "Oh no, this can't be happening."Adam needed something to distract himself from the panic rising in his chest. He had to get out of this classroom, and fast.He stood up, intending to make an excuse to leave, when Kiran bellowed, "You there! Sit down! Where are you going? Don't tell me you have done something again?"Desperate to reply to Kiran, Adam blurted out, "I just need to go to the bathroom, that's all."Kiran narrowed his eyes at Adam, seemingly unconvinced. "I don't believe you. You're a conniving little sneak. And the fact that you cheated death countless times and still counting, is evidence."Somehow, Adam found this useful as a distraction. The tension between the two was broken when the classroom door flew open and people burst in. Ev
“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
In a secluded and mysterious part of Ulaetsria, two men stood facing each other, their clothes and demeanor as different as night and day. They looked like rivals, their gazes locked in a fierce and unyielding stare. Tension hung in the air, thick and heavy, as if a storm was brewing.The smaller man, not so built and not very imposing in stature, was dressed entirely in white, the fabric glowing even in the dim light. Every piece of his clothing, from his tunic to his pants to his gloves, was as white as fresh-fallen snow.In stark contrast, the larger man who was tall and muscular, had his broad shoulders seeming to span the entire room. He towered over the man in white, casting him in shadow. His entire outfit was as dark as midnight, the fabric seeming to absorb any light that touched it. Even in the dimness of the room, the man in black was impossible to miss.The man in black spoke, his voice like gravel grinding together, "Your time is up. I've given you more than enough cha
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
Bleak!The tablonnet suddenly glowed brightly once more, and the padlock symbol appeared to hover in mid-air above its glass screen. The tablonnet was locked, and could not be accessed until it was unlocked. The glowing symbol almost seemed like it was taunting Adamax, challenging him to unlock the device and access its contents."That's not a problem," Adamax muttered to himself as he made his way to the bed, where he had dropped the tablonnet. He reached down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands as he pondered how to unlock it. He knew there must surely be a way.Without a second thought, Adamax set down his notepad and pen, picking up the tablonnet once more. In his previous life, he had been an expert at unlocking electronic devices, and he knew that this one would be no different. He would have it open in mere minutes.In his previous life, Adam had worked alongside Mr. Kent at a technology company. Mr. Kent was known for his temper, and whenever one of the company's
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
"You?! What in heaven's name are you doing at this part of the house and particularly, my room?" Adamax exclaimed, his voice rising a bit in a mix of shock and amusement.At some point, the amusement and shock on his face were wiped away and replaced with a frown. “What are you doing in my room, kid?” he growled, his voice not any farther than a teenager's growl. “Don't you know what privacy is?” He bent down, bringing his face level with Laylane's.Adamax didn't want to yell at a child, but he also knew how much he valued his privacy. It had been a source of solitude and warmth in his previous life, and he wasn't ready to give that up just because he was now in a different world and in a mini body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.But the little girl wasn't even the least bit remorseful for barging in instead, she giggled as she pointed at the tablonnet on the table. Adamax followed her gaze, his eyes landing on the device he had placed on the table earlier. It glo
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