And just like that, in different parts of the world.
Various known and unknown talents had emerged, each having its battle of survival.
Each having their fair of share of the battle.
Back to Aven's side.
.....
Aven who was currently cooking his indomie, as he was humming one of his favourite songs.
Well to be more precise, a song that he just made up to relieve himself from the boredom offered by the Apocalyptic Era.
They said we couldn't make it, we made it.
They said we couldn't do it, we did it.
It was said I couldn't survive, I told them to watch.
For I shall survive, I shall survive at all cost.
The whole world shall sing praises of my odyssey.
I shall forever live to tell the tales of my journey.
What seems like a mythical journey to others, but to me was all gotten from my sweat and tears.
I shall forever remember the days when all these strange things and mythical creatures suddenly surfaced on Earth's Surface.
I know a day shall come when I shall have tears of joy dripping down my eyes as I recollect all the dangers and life-endangering situations I had been through to get there.
For I shall survive.
nobody can tell me no about that.
Aven said as he sang what was supposed to be a song but had now become otherwise.
He took a knife from the knife section in his kitchen.
As he swirled the knife atop his and, which was truly a worthy training skill as he cut the edge of the ingredients contained in the Indomitables noodle.
With a swift movement of his hands, the spicy and salty ingredients had all been thrown into the pot.
As he threw two eggs up into the air, upon their landing from being projected into the air.
A sharp knife was already awaiting them
As they were sliced into two, three consecutive eggs were cut into halves at the same length, the same place, and most importantly at the same time.
One couldn't help but wonder if Aven was a professional chef.
Aven seeing this nodded his head, as the egg had become part of his indomitable noodle.
Veering around the big spoon he had taken from the spoon section in the kitchen's cupboard.
The ingredients were all mixed, as pepper, onions and other types of ingredients had been mixed.
Was this really indomie, one would have such thoughts.
As even Aven himself seemed to be surprised that the indomitable noodles was becoming a little bit different.
'Huh,' what happened to the indomitable noodles?
Aven murmured, who cares anyway?
Aven wasn't to be bothered about why the indomie was slightly different, since the texture appearance seemed to be a little bit out of order.
But that was almost unnoticeable, which Aven of course noticed.
But he knew that it didn't have anything to do with any hidden creatures or so.
Since to get to his Food room.
You will have to pass through lasers and other type of dangers.
As for what he had done that, it was some time ago that his food was being stolen one after the other.
And since he couldn't catch the mysterious thief, he knew that it was one of the young talents that was teasing him.
So he had all this made to stop the mysterious thief whom he suspected to be Max.
It isn't even suspect, he was sure that it was Max.
But no matter how much he asked Max, Max would never admit to him stealing.
Since there wasn't really any need for him to steal, one could just consider it as a hobby of Max which was indeed a weird fetish that they had tried to correct several times.
But Max just never listens, or he will say that he has heard.
But the next thing you will notice is that your wallet and things have suddenly disappeared into thin air.
Everyone no matter who it was, every time Max was with us we had our vigilance raised to the highest level.
Thinking about Max, the lord of thieves.
The nickname Max had been given.
He knew that Max would surely have it the most well among them.
He thought as he continued humming his song, as he awaited to demolish the indomitable noodle.
....
In a certain part of Canada.
Toronto to be precise.
They stood Max, and in front of him was a figure who had a yellow body, blue eyes, and yellow hair.
Kid, you want to steal from this young lord.
You are still hundred of years away, the creature said as his tone was filled with disdain.
Of course, although Max didn't like the creature's tone.
One thing was for certain.
He had met his match.
He couldn't believe it as he was left reeling in shock.
He had always believed that his theft ability was unparalleled.
But suddenly meeting someone that matched his leave in nothing but the beginning phase of the Apocalyptic Era.
His arrogance and ego were diminished, for he knew the saying that there was always someone better than you was applicable to everyone.
But the creature was also wrong, as Max raised the core that he had gotten with great difficulty from the creature into the air.
The creature seeing this, suddenly checked his weird attire pocket.
It was then realization dawned on him, he had been Thefted.
He couldn't believe it, as he had always thought among his peers when it came to the theft ability he was without equal, but seeing such a young teenager at least his age mate being able to steal from him.
He knew that he had been too overconfident.
However, Theftlings are known for their great theft ability.
They were without equal in this aspect, that was only the beginning phase.
Just like being at the front at the start of a race, if you don't buckle up and try harder you will never become better than you are.
So although he had a higher starting point, doesn't mean that there couldn't be others able to match him among his peers.
But although he realized all this, who was he?
The Theftlings Prodigy, Theft Grandsin.
Of course, he Theft Grandsin wouldn't be willing to lose out to anyone.
Raising his yellow like hands up into the sky, a shining dazzling core was seen in his hands.
'Huh,' Max seeing this scene got the shock of his life.
For he had protected this thing the most, this core he had stolen it from one of the people currently at level 10.
It was basically locked, as he had even put a padlock in his pocket to lock the pocket.
He made sure it was greatly protected.
For the creature to be able to take it in that split seconds that they had contacted each other in the first fight encounter.
He gulped in a mouthful of saliva.
As he was left to deal with the theftling prodigy.
....
In the kitchen, the aroma of the indomie filled the air.
As Aven prepared to demolish his meal.
Then he suddenly heard a weird noise.
Jacking up from his seat, he entered stealth mode.
As he tried to identify where the noise had come from.