Your Talent Is Mine Wiki Novels & Stories

"An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!" Talent? Talent? What is the significance of this? Why do you fantasize about someone just because they are a little luckier than others? A true hero starts from zero and climbs the ranks, he is not pampered simply because he was born luckier than the others! I will prove my point.

The only problem is looking for the right talent to take. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no limit to the amount of talent that I can take. However, remembering that I have them is the problem. I can’t remember ALL the talents that I take. I am only familiar with the ones that mostly use. “Ah,” I sigh, throwing the demon that I killed on the ground. It lands with a thud. “Another useless talent.” Mammon appears beside me, looking thrilled for some reason. “I see your greed for power, Master. I am delighted to hear that the influence of the great and powerful Ma–”

Everything is different now. EACH AND EVERYTHING. I no longer believe I am the only one with a special talent. The fact that the Kingdom of the Eufrata was a magical place gradually engulfed me. In truth, I am one of those who belongs to the basic users. I am one of the weakests. All I have are my acute perceptions. That’s it, I can’t do what the folks in front of me can do. I haven’t even fully discovered my skills, and even more so I haven’t been able to control them adequately to use them more correctly. In this magnificent Palace with Elites in front of me, I'm a piece of trash.

Adrian frowned and shook his head. "It's Old Elvish. It took me two hundred years to master." I flipped through the pages. "This section is about how to divide your enemies. This part, how to buy your allies. And here..." My finger traced a line of elegant script. "This teaches you how to make your brothers tear each other apart while you emerge as the 'peacemaker' and claim all their power." Adrian's expression shifted from disdain to intense focus. "You want the throne. But you have a wolf's strength, not a man's cunning. You are the bastard son. Forever pushed to the edge of power."

She said, feeling nervous instead of excited at the look on his face. "You said you'd take on the project?" Lily bit her bottom lip and slowly nodded. " Wow.." he breathed out, and her heart picked up its pace, "well, I'm not doubting your abilities or creativity, Lily, but it's a huge project. Do you have the resource? Human resources for it?" "That's for me and my company to figure out and for you to not worry about." "Company?"

I stormed toward the stage, grabbed the microphone, and faced the sea of faces that had once been silent spectators to their own cruelty. “You think this is funny?” My voice trembled, but it carried. “You think humiliating a teenage girl makes you powerful?” A few faces shifted uncomfortably. Some still smirked, others looked away. I didn’t care. “You laugh because it’s easier to believe lies than to recognize truth,” I continued. “You think her last name or who she knows defines her worth—but Maya Ramirez has worked harder than most of you will ever understand. She’s earned everything she’s achieved. And if you can’t see that, maybe the problem isn’t her—it’s you.”

"I don’t know what to say." "You don’t have to say anything," I reply. "Just know that you’ve earned this. You deserve every bit of it." As I look at her, my mind wanders briefly to everything she’s been through. Jersey never had a family to lean on. She was an orphan, bounced around the foster care system until she was old enough to fend for herself. It wasn’t easy for her, but she never gave up. She worked relentlessly to make something of herself, to build a future for herself from the ground up. That determination, that resilience—it’s what’s made her the incredible person she is today. She deserves this partnership more than anyone.

Lucia’s heart swelled with emotion as she wondered what Carolyn would say. Carolyn’s heartfelt speech left a lasting impact on the audience, including Lucia , who struggled to hold back tears. Carolyn’s personal story of transformation, from a troubled teenager to a successful law firm partner, highlighted the effectiveness of arts rehabilitation programs. As Carolyn shared her experiences,Lucia couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for her sister. The speech was a testament to the power of second chances and the impact that supportive programs can have on young lives.

She tilted her head at me, "What do I get if I help you?." "Freedom. You'll be free to do what you've always wanted." Her eyebrows creased, "How can I trust you?." "You don't have to. I won't force you, that's what makes me. I won't force you but I assure you that I would still defeat father, by then I'll kill you for working with him." "We didn't choose how we lived. We can only make things right by ourselves. That's why no one owns your life but you, only you can make things right for yourself."

I remembered reading about some talents that often went hand in hand in my father's library. "You're not bad, Luna Ruby. I thought your talents had only manifested a few weeks ago," Dante said. "Yes, I suppose I'm a natural," I replied with a cocky grin. "Or perhaps you're truly your father's daughter," he added. I smiled at this. Indeed, I was the daughter of the great chosen warrior Archie Rothwell. He would be so proud to see my talents and how I can use them. We started walking back to the packhouse, with Dante beside me, remaining silent as Master Asahi provided some pointers. I turned my head to look at the alpha. "I heard you have some talents too. When did they first manifest?"