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
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
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
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
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