The Regular Show The Power Novels & Stories

he eyed me suspiciously. “No, I’m not drunk,” I rolled my eyes and gripped the edge of the desk to keep my body from rocking. “I’m just trying to prove a point. None of them, not even Caleb actually know anything about the balance of power between us.” “It’s not about what we do behind closed doors,” he frowned at me, “It’s about who they perceive to be the stronger of the two of us.”

“A gate to where? A tool for what?” “Relax. One question at a time. I’ll answer all of your questions in due time. This place is a tool for finding power. Shaping it. Controlling it. You think trolls only drink and punch each other all day? There’s a system here. And I run it. Even the elders don’t cross me—most of them, anyway.” I frowned. “But if you’re so powerful, why the show tonight?” “To test you. To see what you’re really made of. And what you might become.”

By him. “You’re turning it into a show,” I said. “I’m turning it into an event.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is when you do it correctly.” I stood up slowly. The room felt smaller now. Tighter. “And what exactly are you trying to show?” I asked. His lips curved faintly. “Stability.” I let out a quiet breath. “You mean power.” He didn’t deny it. “Power reassures people.” “Or it intimidates them.”

A few heads turned. The VP’s expression tightened. “Adjustments were made to optimize.” “Show them.” The words landed clean. Victor spoke without looking away from the screen. “Pull up the breakdown.” The VP hesitated. “Now.” The screen changed. More numbers appeared, rougher this time. Nina’s focus sharpened. “There,” she said. A line buried in the report. “Open it.” The VP didn’t move. Victor didn’t repeat himself. That was enough.

I continue, lowering my voice, “do you have a name? Or should I just call you hockey hater?” One eyebrow lifts. “That’s the best line you have?” I smile. “A guy like you hiding upstairs during the biggest party of the semester from a party organized for hockey players ? Yeah. Sounds like hockey hater.” His lips twitch. “Maybe I just don’t like loud athletes and warm beer.” “Then why come?” He shrugs. “Watching the chaos can be entertaining.” I laugh. “So I’m part of the show?” He tilts his head. “No. You’re the star of it. Everyone’s watching you, Connor. Must be tiring always being perfect.”

Furious, she reached out to shove me all the way down. During the struggle, the sleeve around my wrist was yanked upward, revealing more than a dozen luxury watches. Julian's eyes lit up instantly. "Well, well," he snapped. "Phoebe, you actually spent money buying Cassian this many luxury watches? Take every single one of them off him right now!"

"Return." The group began to leave, a group of people carrying large mirrors, a group of people walking on two sides. The man is walking in the middle, his figure is tall, and the suit on him makes him even more powerful. The gun on his side seemed to move with every step of its owner, silent but extremely scary. King Ivan coldly stepped into his big black business car, his face in the dim light became more and more deadly. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his chest inside was enchantingly strong.

Jason's fingers formed a mysterious gesture. The restlessness of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth made the blind woman feel the crisis. It could be seen how serious Little Apple's situation was. "Seal." Jason once again made a gesture, and a red mark appeared between Little Apple's eyebrows. Seeing this, Jason let out a sigh of relief. "It's because of the outbreak of the Bloodline Power. I want to take Little Apple out. The Bloodline Power is so mysterious that I can't figure it out, so I have to find someone." Jason said, looking at the two women.

Even Professor Rowan raised a brow, clearly impressed despite himself. Adam gave a small shrug, like it was nothing, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his pride. When he left the stage and took his spot, his friends congratulated him. Even many girls were whispering among themselves while giggling as they looked at him. He would surely be famous after his power show today. Professor Rowan called the next student and the power show continued. Freezing time. Creating ice. Telekinesis. Enhanced strength. Each powerful ability was met with cheers and admiration. But the weaker ones received only whispers and mocking laughter.