Multiverse Of Talents

Useless Talent

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 otherworldly colors. Some were crimson red, others were a shiny emerald green, and others were the icy blue of a winter sky.

A few had eyes that were completely white, while others had beady black eyes that glittered like gemstones. It was as if they were becoming something other than human, something supernatural and terrifying.

‘This isn't earth at all,’ he came to a conclusion inwardly.

Adam swallowed hard as the students began to close in to him and began doing stranger things.

The student with the red eyes held out his hand, and a flame burst forth from his palm. It danced and flickered in the air, a living thing that seemed to have a mind of its own.

Adam could feel the heat from the flame, even from several feet away. The student's eyes glowed with a fierce intensity, and Adam could sense the malice behind them.

“How dare you speak to Talia even when she said you shouldn't?! You don't belong here," the fire boy growled, his face contorted with rage.

The flames from his hand crackled and snapped, and Adam could feel the heat on his skin. He knew he had to do something, but he was frozen with fear.

"Ah! It's hot!" Adam cried out, his voice filled with panic.

The other kids began to laugh, their faces twisted into cruel grins.

"He hasn't even touched you with it, and you're already whining," sneered one of the students, his voice filled with contempt.

The others laughed and nodded in agreement.

Adam didn't have time to ponder on the person who made that ridiculous statement. His focus was on the flame, which was getting closer and closer to his face.

He was so scared that he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he could feel his little hands shaking. Worst of all, he felt an undeniable wetness in his pants, and he knew that he had lost control of his body.

‘Yeah, I'm an adult and so what?’ Adam thought to himself.

‘It's not like anyone here knows that. Besides, it's perfectly natural to be afraid of fire, especially when it's coming straight for you. And besides, I'm in a child's body, so it's perfectly understandable that I had pee on myself out of fear.’

He tried to convince himself that he wasn't pathetic.

Messing up himself had not gone unnoticed. "Eww! Did that loser just wet himself?" cried one of the students, her voice filled with disgust.

The others joined in, pointing and laughing at Adam.

He felt like he wanted to disappear, to fade away into nothingness. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.

The other students recoiled in disgust, their faces wrinkling in revulsion. They backed away from Adam as if he was a plague, their eyes filled with contempt.

"What do you expect from Adamax, the one with the most useless talent in all of Ulaetsria?" sneered the fire boy.

With a swagger, he - the fire boy, sauntered out of the detention room, followed by the rest of the students.

The door slammed shut behind them, and Adam was left alone in the cold and sterile room. The silence was deafening, and he could feel the shame and humiliation weighing on his shoulders.

He was conflicted. How did he get here into this strange world of unearthly beings?

"Hey, sweetie," a gentle, feminine voice called out. Adam's head snapped up, and he saw a woman standing in the doorway.

It was a lady, a pretty one at that. She was dressed in a simple white dress, and her hair was pulled back in a neat bun. She just seemed like a young mother and true it, she was.

“Honey, mommy came to pick you up. Did those kids bully you again?” She asked, squatting down to little Adam's level.

Adam looked up at the woman, his eyes filling with tears. He felt like a failure in his own world, and now it seemed like he was a failure in this world too. Why did he have to be the butt of everyone's jokes? He felt like he would never escape the taunts and the teasing, no matter where he went.

"What did they mean by 'useless talent'?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly.

He wanted to sound inquisitive rather, a sorrowful childish voice about to burst in a loud cry sounded so pitiful.

The woman wrapped her arms around Adam and pulled him close to her chest, gently running her fingers through his hair. "There's no need to cry, sweetie," she muttered.

As Adam leaned against the woman's chest and feeling her subtle, plump flesh, he felt a blush creep up his face. “Damn it,” he cursed himself inwardly. "This is so embarrassing!"

Hurriedly, Adam extricated himself from the woman's embrace. He rose to his feet, his face burning with embarrassment.

He tried to appear composed and dignified, but he knew he must look like a total mess.

“Ehem!”

He cleared his throat, trying to hide his unease.

“Haha!” The lady laughed. “Don't tell me you are shy, Adamax?” She said mockingly, laughing as well.

Of course he was shy! He was a grown man, after all, and it was a bit awkward to be in such close proximity to a woman's chest.

But more than that, he was a man of principle, and he felt a little bit guilty about the situation. He may have looked small and childlike, taking the appearance of a teenager on the outside, but inside, he had the soul of a man.

The lady stood up, wiping a tear from her eye as she continued to giggle. "You used to love cuddling," she teased.

‘Well, no longer,’ Adam thought, but he didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

He was beginning to realize that his body and mind were not in sync. His mind was that of an adult, but his body was that of a child, and it sometimes acted on its own, as if it had a mind of its own.

Peeing on himself, wanting to cry when the body came in contact with its mama… That wasn't him, it was the body.

It wasn't him who peed his pants or who wanted to cry when the body was held close by the woman. The more he thought about it, the more it felt like he was a passenger in his child's body, with no control over what it did or how it behaved.

‘I need to gain control of this body,’ Adam thought to himself. ‘I need to teach it who's in charge.’

Adam's thoughts were interrupted by the woman's voice. "Come on, let's go home. I've got a surprise for you." Her words pulled him back to the present moment.

"Oh?" Adam's voice betrayed his excitement, even though he was trying to remain calm and collected. But he could feel the body's reaction, the giddiness and excitement that it was expressing without his permission.

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