MULTIVERSE OF TALENTS

strangled laugh, his chest he

same time, the adrenaline coursing thr

for any sign of the others. "Am I finall

oset, heart pounding in his chest.

ould never return to that class

s a strange, mysterious concept, but he couldn't deny that he was curio

not to make a sound. He made his way through the school and out the front door,

s that was a vivid shade of blue. "This isn't Earth, there's no way," he

accompanied by the whirring of wings. Something dark and sharp swooped by, le

the trash can. "A place where the sky is purple and the grass is blue. It's lik

ssible. He huddled there, fear and exhaustion taking thei

f! S

pounding in his chest. "Aah!" he shrieked as he scrambl

thing he wanted to

earing from his brain. As he looked around, he noticed that the sk

walking aimlessly. He had no idea where he was or ho

or help from anyone saying, 'Please can I pass the night under your

rnity, Adam spotted a black car p

en arguing inside the car. The voices were raised and a

n't give Coletto a billion!"

y in the man's voice, the

billion in cash, and you were only supposed to sell 58 million to Coletto. Where di

g D

s, and he felt an overwhelming compulsion to calculat

cash!" Adam shouted, his eye

ked, his voice puzzled. The other man's voice rose

r, both looking menacing as the

round and lighted another one before taking a menacing step

escape. "Please, no. Not Maths," he thought to himself. "This ca

dam's face. "If you know how much money I have, then you should know a few other th

red, trying to wave the

's just a kid. He didn't know he was interrupting you

etested the idea of someone blowing it in his face. "He doesn't look much older than me," he thou

ou to reach that lamppost over there," Adam said, his voice

it comes to calculat

ng. He was prepared to teach this boy a

ady and sure. He knew he was right

n close to Adam. "If you're wrong," he sna

s heart leaped into his throat as he saw the man's teeth extend into long, sh

od tall and resolute. After all, death was prefera

t?" he asked, his

an incredulous laugh escaping his lips. "Who woul

blood on his hands, the taste of victory. Adam would be the first to die,

t in his eyes. "I'm Pedro Gizoro, the most powerful bloodreaper in al

composure. "Go ahead," he said, his hear

e thought. Taking slow, deliberate steps, he reached the pole in

ression darkening. He paced back to Adam

mber of strides hadn't changed. "No, this is

this chapter, please reac