My Power Of Math Fantasies
11. Last: The MAD and the Crazy

"What kind of world is this? What things are they wearing so they can move that fast?!"

A loud cry came out from the person who has a body bongsor when he just saw many vehicles passing on the highway. For the first time he saw a world inversely proportional to his world. A world full of technology that relies on electricity. For example, this element becomes the most important element that replaces mana.

"Hehehe, this is the first task of a supervisor. It's really, really, really amazing bwa hahaha...."

The big body is known as Lestopine Verst or what used to be called Verst. He was really happy himself and matured his bachelor chest to laugh out loud.

Yes, it has become its own special feature. When he saw an event on a billboard that moved he was immediately amazed not kepalang.

"I'm an ambassador for another shampoo, huh? Ahaha... I've tried other shampoos, and ..(italics."

The ad ran out in front of Verst. He was impressed by the black hair of the woman in the ad. The woman's black hair was fluttering and shiny like Verst's head.

Verst held his head and was drowned by his own delusion. Will my hair grow like that woman, she's imaginary.

"Hahaha, what the fuck. Can I shake the hair on my head too? Hahaha, So ambassador of another shampoo dong hahaha!"

Verst came out of his delusion and went back to observing the large object of the box.

"Where like what they put in to do that. Do they stick light moss to make it glow. This is already out of my mind ha-ha-hahaha. Maybe I should dismantle it first to find out."

Verst climbed onto the digital billboard. To the extent that he even became the spotlight of the attention of the surrounding community. What's he doing up there? Is he a service worker, I don't think there's any damage up there? People were wondering about her problem.

Verst was filled with curiosity and enthusiasm, without him feeling he had reached the top. Verst was still confused as to what caused the object to light up and twitch.

Verst kept fumbling around the box thing everywhere.

"What are you doing up there? Down here!!"

One of the surrounding residents scolded Verst for feeling uncomfortable. Over time the people began to gather and shout at Verst. In fact, many of them recorded Verst's action with cell phones and cameras.

"Is it possible because of this. I feel something flowing in here."

Verst holds the cable which is also connected to the billboard. The citizens grew panicked at Verst's behavior.

"Gosh, he seems crazy. Down woi, down. Do not carelessly hold. That bagong body can die you carelessly playin... Ae's little kid's cake, down woi."

Verst did not comment at all on what the citizens were ridiculing. Interest in something makes him forget himself. He began to smile madly then pulled the thick cable before him very firmly.

"Crazy boy!?"

Ctas. Zsr....

The electric light instantly flashed for a moment when the cable broke. The people were screaming hysterically.

"Aaaaaaakhhh," cried the man.

"Hurry up and call the fire department!"

****

"Ukh, though,"

A sense of heat and cold seemed to envelop Verst's body. There was something tickling and made Verst regain consciousness. Very wet and very wet. Verst's still blurry vision went to great lengths to see clearly.

Dark, only black can be seen. Even Verst had to open his eyes several times and that was also due to water stubs that continued to block him. The noise was starting to sound clearly. Apparently it was night and heavy rain was happening.

"I where?"

Verst's body trembled, tiny electrical pulses all over him like a firefly.

"Oh, yes, something attacked me."

Verst recalled that he had accidentally used the power of teleport which is the provision of Dream World. He woke up in a lonely hallway and was full of trash.

"Ukh."

The stinging stench made Verst have to close his nostrils. As he was about to walk out of the hallway, Verst saw a gloomy-looking teenager. He did not use an umbrella and let his body get wet.

[Do you want to choose that target?]

[Yes] [No]

Verst was silent for a moment. Apparently it was the boy that Verst was going to target in order to bring her into his world.

[Yes]

There are some conditions that must be met to choose the person he will bring into Verst's world. That is the most preferred is to have a strong desire to master what he wants.

Verst immediately walked out of the hallway and chased the teenager. Teen wearing a white cameja with gray pants. He was holding a bag that looked unfilled.

The teenager stopped his steps and turned around to see Verst. He seemed to realize that he would be followed.

"What do you want?" ask the teenager.

"Hahaha, you surprised me. Hey kid, it seems you have to take shelter first, your body is so wet."

"Sorry sir, I think it happened to you too" he replied, continuing his path.

"Hahaha, uh just wait a minute."

The teenager ignored Verst. He has accelerated his path. Verst who did not want to lose the target then helped accelerate his path to pursue the teenager.

Feeling pursued, the teenager then ran as fast as possible he even went into the small alleys as a shortcut. Verst continued to chase after him, following where the teenager ran.

They kept running, splashes of water being stepped on even more soaked their clothes. They even passed the highway, which Verst nearly hit by a four-wheeled vehicle, but Verst managed to get past him with his invisible shield technique. The car seemed not to hit, but a little shrewd in surprise.

"Man maybe?" The teenager was shocked to see what Verst was doing, but he still did not stop his running until he felt tired to run.

The teenager stopped at a park. He was holding his breath.

"What do you want, why are you after me?" ask the teenager.

"Listen to me for a moment, son."

"Who would listen to someone like you. A freak wearing a black robe with his head covered and even chased after me like a psychopath."

"A hahaha... "

Verst could not refute those words.

"Let's see my face, see if I'm like a psychopath."

Verst removed his hood. The teenager immediately fell silent with a surprised face instead of playing.

"Haha, ba. Apparently this father is a pervert om-om who is after me huh."

"W-What?!"

"Om don't om. Oh, sorry, I still want to be normal."

Damn boy, Verst is honestly swearing in his heart. He held back his anger, well this was common.

[ Target profile has been completed .... ]

Searching for targets to be sent to another world is the main mission of a supervisor. This mission is the determinant of the feasibility of a supervisor, whether he will get away with bringing the target to his world or he will fail and return empty handed.

One of the provisions given by the supervisor is to get the ability to understand the target. Both the past, feelings, and everything from the target will be understood by the Supervisor. Unfortunately this ability only applies to one target so there will be no other targets.

For a moment Vers was silent looking at the teenager. He does look like a thug, a naughty teenager and likes to fight the rules. But if you look carefully, the teen looks more like a lonely teenager and less affectionate.

The teenager's eye bags looked swollen and reddened, and appeared slightly black. Adolescents who cry and often lack sleep. His expression looked panicked but his attitude was still so alert.

"Son, aren't you curious about me. What I want from you is not what you think. You can't always know anyone else."