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Math Competition Hong Kong

Math Is Magic

Vector hates math! With all his heart! Due to severe dyscalculia, he can’t even handle the simplest calculations, like 1+9! After losing his parents, he is placed in an orphanage, and his school struggles only worsen from there. He fails his final exams every year in high school, can’t find a job, and eventually ends up living on the streets. Without a home, parents, friends, or love, Vector spends his nights under bridges or wherever he can find shelter. “I hate math!” he mutters, tormented, until this thought consumes him. Many years later, now old and sick, Vector finds himself on the brink of death. But with his final breath, something extraordinary happens: Vector wakes up, reincarnated in another world, one where dragons, fairies, and creatures of all kinds are part of his new reality. Here, in the continent "Harmony", magic is revered and is based on “Syntony” that each person can develop with one of the seven elements. “Magic? Amazing! Now, finally, I can study and learn something unrelated to math!” But unfortunately, things take a completely different turn from what he expected... “I… have a Syntony… WITH MATH?! This is a joke, right?! Damn it! Is it still trying to ruin my life? Screw you, Math!” In time, however, he begins to realize the immense potential it can grant him: a power beyond imagination. Determined to rewrite his destiny and to defeat dangerous enemies that threaten the life and existence of every living being, he will turn his greatest obstacle into the key to becoming the STRONGEST. “Now I understand, and now I accept it… MATH IS MY MAGIC!” { UPDATES: Every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday at 3:14 AEST (UCT/GMT+10) } [A/N: This is a slow-paced novel. Also, please don’t expect the protagonist to start out overpowered and dominate effortlessly from the beginning. As I mentioned, he will become THE STRONGEST, yes, but it will take time. (^-^ )]
iminchoo · 23.6K Views

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Tik tak. Tik tak. Tanging tunog ng orasan ang nangingibabaw sa tahimik na bahay—isang tahimik na nakakabingi, na para bang bumabalot sa bawat sulok ng silid. Parang musika ito ng kawalan, ngunit imbes na paginhawahin, lalo lamang nitong pinapalakas ang kabog ng aking dibdib. Tik tak. Parang pinipiga ang aking puso, bawat segundo, bawat saglit, paulit-ulit, na tila pinapaalala ang bigat na matagal ko nang dinadala. Hindi ko na kayang pigilan pa. Kumawala na ang aking mga luha, kasabay ng hiningang tila mabigat na bato sa aking dibdib. Bumagsak ang mga patak na parang ulan sa pisngi kong hindi na sanay ngumiti. Minsan naiisip ko, paano nga ba ako napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon? Ang sakit—nakakapaso, nakakasakal—hindi ito basta lungkot lang, kundi isang matinding kalungkutan na nagpapahina sa aking mga tuhod. Araw-araw, pilit akong bumabangon, pilit tinatawid ang mga oras, pero habang ginagawa ko ito, lalong lumalalim ang sugat. Nasasaktan ako, hindi lamang dahil sa mga nangyari, kundi dahil sa awa ko sa aking sarili. Sino ba namang hindi maaawa kung araw-araw, pinipilit kong ngumiti kahit wala nang natitirang dahilan para sumaya? Ngunit kahit anong mangyari, kahit anong sakit ang idulot nito, isa lang ang sigurado ko: Ikaw at ikaw lamang ang aking mamahalin. Walang makakapalit sa'yo. Sa kabila ng lahat, sa kabila ng mga gabing binubulabog ng tahimik na pag-iyak, ikaw pa rin ang laman ng puso kong durog na durog na. Hays… Nawa’y dumating ang araw na ang tik tak ng orasan ay maging musika ng pag-asa. Pero sa ngayon, ito muna ang aking mundo—isang tahimik na silid, isang pusong nagdurugo, at isang pagmamahal na kahit kailan ay hindi ko kayang bitawan.
ariazmo · 1.7K Views
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