Twelve Legacies

Malik, 38 years old, is a taxi driver and the chief protector of the National Treasure Gang. Cause of death: Hit on the head with a stone. After waking up: people in the United States. Sixteen years old. Black person. Fat. He thought he had traveled through time. Later, it was discovered that it was not time travel - it was twelve rich people who performed a sacrificial ceremony that had not been successful for 500 years, and then they all died except for him. Twelve trusts. Twelve sets of skills. Twelve dead enemies. Good news: He is the sole heir. Bad news: He's now sixteen years old and has to go back to school. Worse news: His body is stretching from the inside out. Doctors say this is "puberty." The doctor has never seen such adolescence. —— "My name is Malik Cross. I am sixteen years old. I live in California. My adoptive mother has just passed away. I am inheriting her inheritance." The dean looked at his file and looked at him again. "Are you sure you are sixteen?" "Sure. I promise." He was embarrassed to say it—the uncle in his heart was thirty-eight years old, two years older than the dean.