The Best Way To Win

Revian's skin along his temple was discolored, veins bulging with enough strength to nearly claw its way out. He was irritated, and at nobody in particular. 

Varek had handed him a paper to go over the class and its students, hopefully so that he could better understand exactly how they mesh together and where his bets would best be placed.

But there was a single thought that squeezed its way into his mind, strangulating him of any hope and leaving him with a deep pit in his stomach that burrowed itself even deeper the longer he thought.

'All of these students are trash.'

The ability to make your shadow disappear, the ability to prevent your shirt from wrinkling, and the ability to teleport just a single inch after an hour. None of them had any abilities that worked into each other, and their physical stats weren't very impressive either.