A story about a young girl and her life experiences.

"Aku ingin memiliki mata membara nya, aku ingin memiliki rambut yang bersinar itu dan aku ingin cinta yang indah ini"
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Dia adalah CINTA PERTAMAKU...

Sometimes being famous, isn’t everything...

My name is Jay Black or perhaps John Black, 

and this my story.


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          The skill {Diablos blood} allowed me to take advantage of the situation Diabella was in and turned her into a powerful subordinate that will do anything for me if I so wish it, and she was completely oblivious to my scheme! Not only did I get a powerful subordinate, I got a powerful subordinate that can teach me to control my Diablo abilities much more efficiently! It's the perfect win-win situation, other than that Diabella is more or less my slave haha, but who cares for the small details anyway.
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          Now comes the next step, accordingly, I'm going to bring Diabella to my domain to remain there with Angelica, I'll be visiting there regularly to hone my abilities, similarly Angelica will go through strength and combat training, I have to improve myself as much as I can, I know for a fact that I would get crushed like an ant against someone like Sirzechs, I may have OP Abilities but I'm not so arrogant to think I can go against someone that has more than 500 years of combat experience.
"Diabella, I'm going to take you to the place you'll be staying at for a while."
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"Aw, master- Diabella is too long of a name! call me Bella from now on Pleasee!"
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          "Oh uh, Okay then, Bella let's get going,"  I recall us into my domain, Our surroundings once again changes into the beautiful scenery I enjoy so much. As we set foot in the entrance of the castle, Diabella, or now 'Bella' Has stars in her eyes when she looks at me, Honestly, I'm getting kind of flustered due to that look, I tricked you for damn sake, you shouldn't have respect for me. *Sigh*
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          "Alright Bella, This is my domain, I give you access and refuge, you can stay here for as long as you want, just know that this not free, you will be giving me lessons on how to use my Diablo powers more effectively, Understood?"
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"Yes of course Master~ Use me to your hearts content~"

Well I certainly won't refuse that, not like she has a choice anyways haha.



Let me get a move on, I don't want Kuroka and Shirone to get worried on where I am. 

"Alright Bella, this is farewell for now, I'll see you later, there is a woman here named Angelica, don't be a nuisance to her."


"Aww already master.. alright.. and you don't have to worry about me, I'm sure we'll get along just nice!" 

We'll see about that... {Domain Leave} 
And once I said that my surroundings once changed to where i entered my domain.


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"*sigh* that was sorta nerve racking"


"Ara Ara~ what are you doing outside son~? It's cold out you know."

          I turned around and I saw my mother with Kuroka and Shirone.


          "Hey! How'd you guys sleep?"


         "We slept fine! We were just worried because we had no idea where you were!"

        Fuck..

        
         "Oh I'm sorry Shirone, You see I just took a stroll outside, it's pretty out, you know?"


          "Mhm, it is pretty out. Oh! Nee-san! Look at all those stars! There so pretty!"
 
       Shirone likes the stars I see, heh what a coincidence. Maybe soon I'll take all of us out camping to star gaze. That's for later though, right now I need to better myself to protect my family..


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     "Come on, it's cold out, let's go back inside girls"

    
      "Kay! Let's go!"

Then, after we went inside-

    "Syrian, can I talk to you for a minute"

     "Kuroka? Um sure alright."
    
    Kuroka and Syrian went to their room alone for a bit.
    I wonder what she wants to ask. Could it be she knows I was lying? Nah there's no way, I mean I don't really have a problem with letting her know about my domain to be honest.

     " I was wondering Syrian, can me and Shirone go to school with you? You see, I want her to live a normal life for now, I know that in the future there is going to be a lot of conflict with powerful beings, I mean, I just want her to enjoy herself while there's still peace. And I honestly I want to stay with you most of my days."

     "Oh that's What you wanted to talk about?" Phew she doesn't suspect that I was lying. "Ya that would be great! I can ask my mom to sign you guys up! And school is right around the corner, we should be starting next week!"


      "Thank you darling~ I appreciate this."
    
       "Hey it's no problem Kuroka, I'd wanna be with you as well, so it works out! How about me, you, and Shirone get some food? I'm kinda hungry haha."
  
     "Sure silly, let me get dressed first, I'll meet you downstairs once I'm done. Go and tell Shirone to put some dress clothes on." 

     'Talking to her somehow calms me down a bit, I wonder what that's about, well whatever, gotta tell Shirone to get ready'

      Syrian walks down stairs to find Shirone but overhears a conversation going on between his mother and the sweet little nekomata. 

       "Hey mother, can I ask you something?"

        "Anything sweetheart, what's up?"

         "Well, it's just, do you find it's weird that me and Neesan are dating your son?"

          " Oh of course not silly! I adore the both of you, and to be honest Syrian has been a little.. distant, with me and his dad, so having him show emotions like that is very welcoming!"
 
            "I-I see, thanks mom, and you don't have to worry, I'll T-Take care of Syrian!"

             "Haha I know you will dear- Oh Syrian is that you? Stop hiding and come in here."


           "Y-Yes, sorry I didn't mean to eavesdrop"

          "It's quite alright dear, what did you need?"
       
           "Well me and Kuroka were thinking of grabbing some food and I was gonna ask Shirone if she wanted to-"

           "Yes Please!"

          "Haha alright, Then go get dressed."

           "Kay!"

           "I assume you need money for the food? Here take this" 
     
        She was holding out a 100$ Bill, I took it from her and thanked her, then I waited downstairs for a bit, then finally they came down dressed up, Kuroka was wearing all black, with black jeans and a black fur coat, Shirone on the other hand wore all white in the same outfit, wow they look Beautiful.

       "You both look stunning.."

      "Aw stop that darling~ your making me blush~"

       "Thanks OneeChan! You look pretty handsome too!"

       With Syrians golden and black hair, angelic features, and dressed up in black jeans and a white T-Shirt he did look handsome. 

      "Haha thanks Shirone. Shall we go then?"

      "Yep let's go darling."

   
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To be Continued 🖤

Syrian, an ottaku with a boring and unsatisfying life suddenly gets hit by The legendary Truck~kun gets a second chance at life. He is brought to the void after death where he meets his Guardian Angel, she gives him 5 wishes and asks where he wants to reincarnate...

October 21st, 2019 Syria...

     in the city of Aleppo, Khalidiyeh district. an area destroyed by war, in fact, it was divided by three factions: the Syrian Government (Syrian Arab Army and allies) on the south and east, the west belonged to Anti-Government (Hayat Tahrir al-Sham and allied jihadists).while the north belonged to Syrian Democratic Forces / YPG.  

the thing that separated all those three factions is a couple of homes surrounded by some fertile land.

      in one of those houses lived Ahmed 20 years old. despite being young he is the chief of the people who lived in this area. those habitats are all older people or under 18 teenagers and the rest are women so he is the only adult male.   

      this community can not escape because nobody wants them and if they go out of their zone, they will be shot at. 

      at this moment, Ahmed stood with the people he lives. because he has an urgent declaration to give.  

      Ahmed "yesterday, I got a message from the Syrian Arab Army telling us to surrender. so what do you think".

     all the women and the teenagers voted for the surrender, while the elders didn't say a thing.
  
    seeing this Ahmed got angry and said loudly, "do you think they will let us live in peace, I bet they will **** the women and the youth would be forced to battle and if anybody object they will kill him. God damn it Wake up, During all the 7 years of conflicts, all we did see is was and betrayer. if you want to understand start by learning their motives are they for peace of for power an...". Ahmed couldn't finish his words when a bomb landed on his face and died. apparently, the other two factions learned of the Syrian Arab Army's plan and started attacking.  


    at this moment Ahmed opened his eyes and found himself laying on a chair opposite to an old man with white hear and beard.  
   ?????? "ah! you finally woke up".

  Ahmed "I presume I got captured".

 ??????? " hhhhhhh, no you died".
 
Ahmed " stop lying, I may die after a moment but now I'm alive".

??????? " no you did die just look around you".

    to this Ahmed looked to the side lazily not believing the old man but to his surprise, he found an endless void. "WHAT!!!!! for real, buttttt.... howww.....".  
  
 ?????? " oh just shut up, you are dead that's it".

Ahmed " are you by any chance GOD"

?????? " yes, I am".

after 10 minutes Ahmed calmed abit and said "so what now?".

GOd " The youths in that place where you lived, took you as their teacher and followed your teachings (ideas) and by doing so they did bring peace to the middle east and on the way saving millions of people.  so now you have a lot of karma."
 
GOD " so now you have two choices: 1/ get eradicated forever  2/ get reincarnated with a better understanding of all things. " 

Ahmed " What!! it's like the novels I used to read when I was 14 before the war."

GOD " hurry  1 or 2 ".

Ahmed " ah it's 2".

GOD "Witch world? when? where?".

Ahmed " does  One piece world exist?".

God "yes it does, now when? and where?".

to this Ahmed started thinking, I want to live peacefully so let's go to Marineford. 

Ahmed "Marineford, 1496".

GOD "GRANTED, now you shall go." 

         After God said this, a black hole appeared and started absorbing Ahmed's soul. " ahhhhhhh, what is this no it's a black hole I'm going to die. you a troll god nooooooo".

    the next instant Ahmed found himself on a dark space filled with liquid. 
 
    Ahmed " hmmm, am I at my mother's womb?. I can't see so I guess so!, oh shiiittttt i jut cursed god he will get angry and I may even die before seeing the world."

  Ahmed "please go forgive me". after a few moments, "hmm there is no response,  guess he didn't hear me cursing. what a chance oufff"  

????? "GRANTED!!"

Ahmed  "oh shiiittttttttttttt he heard meeeeeee."

......[till next chapter].

A guy who had it tough on earth got a chance to live in the world of one piece. all he wants is to live peacefully, so will he live the life he what's it or not?. come follow our MC 'king' and see. 



 Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or anything mentioned in this story from the original manga.

On the busy streets, neatly dressed Orcs, Gnomes, Werewolves, other creatures, and Winterfell citizens were waiting at the public Beetlemon stop for the late public Beetlemon. 
Behind the Beetlemon stop was a Magic Stone bank, NeverReturnMoney.
At the bank entrance, a fully armored Orc guard was chatting happily with a female Orc bank employee. The female Orc looked disinterested.
"….the Sludge Monster said to me, 'It's not intentional that I ate your table.' Hahaha. He ate my table. Hahaha, ha…" The Orc guard laughed, but the female Orc was emotionless. The Orc guard stopped laughing and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes," the female Orc replied quickly.
"Good… wait for a moment, those three…"
The Orc guard frowned as his hand reached for the sword at his waist. The female Orc took a glance and ran off immediately.
Three Hamsters with a mix of black and white fur wore shades as their claws grasped a large black bag. They stood at the side of the public Beetlemon stop, facing the bank. Their location had the most creatures passing through.
A fat Hamster gestured to his two companions to get ready.
Behind him was a rounded Hamster who raised up his claws abruptly.
"Big Boss, can we eat after this heist?"
"Fat Otaku, you have other options besides eating. You should stand out and do something that you'll not do for an entire life."
The Big Boss Hamster turned his head and placed his claw on Fat Otaku's shoulder.
The Hamster on the right surveyed the surroundings and said, "Big Boss, there are more creatures now. Shall we…"
"Okay."
Big Boss nodded and placed the black bag on the ground. He squatted down and used his meaty paw to take out an item from the bag—a black magical loudspeaker.
The two Hamsters behind him took out a guitar and piano from the bags.
Big Boss bent down and placed a big bowl in front.
"Deng, deng, deng~deng, deng, deng~"
Fat Otaku plucked the strings of the guitar, which produced notes belonging to the musical style of Western Cowboys.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong."
Second Boss played the piano, which emitted deep moody music.
The two instruments repeated and complemented each other.
Big Boss inhaled, and his chest was puffed up. Then, he sang in a helium-voice, "Don't ask me where I came from~My homeland is…"
"Sh*t! It sounds terrible!"
"D*mn! I'm going to vomit my dinner from last night!"
"Shall I give you money not to sing? Stop singing!"
Before long, the bowl in front of Big Boss was filled with rocks, soil, and worm skins.
Fat Otaku threw his guitar to the side and started eating the edible food on the ground.
A compassionate Succubus with canvas shoes and a slanted backpack walked over and placed a Magic Stone into the bowl. 
"Though life's difficult, you have to buck up!"
The three Hamsters gathered together. They opened their eyes widely as tears welled up.
"That's the group! Catch them!"
"Don't run!"
While the three Hamsters were moved by the Succubus' gesture, a team of Winterfell Garrison Guards charged over.
"Run!"
The three Hamsters grabbed the Succubus, who gave a shrill scream. Then they fled together.
"Eh? Wait! Why am I running? I'm going to work!" the Succubus shouted in panic. She wanted to be rid of the Hamsters, but they had an unknown strength that she couldn't throw off. She was being pulled along.
The three Hamsters and the Succubus ran into a blind alley as the Winterfell Garrison Guards charged over.
…
"Wait! We're innocent! We just sang a song on the streets! Is that wrong?"
"Shut up! You're a wanted arsonist! You have another jailbreak crime!"
"Big Boss! When did you become an arsonist? And a jailbreak too?"
"I've finished playing the guitar. Can we eat?"
"Shut up! Both of you! Both of you are guilty of arson and jailbreak too!"
"Wait, I'm just a Succubus passerby. I'm not related to them. I have to work!"
"Shut up! Do you think we'll believe you without bail?"
"Board the Beetlemon! Bring them back!"
…
At the Winterfell Garrison Guard Station…
A lamp was pulled over, and the blinding magic light made Succubus Evelynn squint her eyes. 
A Gnome Garrison guard sat opposite Evelynn. He slapped down a form on the table and said, "Female Bathroom Attendant of Winterfell Special Talent Center, Door Guard of Beyond Expensive Estate Sale Department, and Merchant Alliance Office Intern. The people whom you claimed know you didn't vouch for your innocence! What do you say?" 
"I… I don't know the three Hamsters…"
Evelynn's eyes were filled with tears as she looked on with grievances.
"Evelynn! How dare you say you don't know them!" The Gnome slammed on the table and said, "You've called them three Hamsters!"
"But I was really rushing to work. I saw them busker on the streets and felt that they were cute and pitiful, so I gave them a Magic Stone to encourage them. I really didn't know they were wanted criminals."
As Evelynn was about to continue to speak, she was interrupted by another slam on the table. The Gnome shouted, "Do you think that the Winterfell Garrison Guard will believe your nonsense?" 
The Gnome continued yelling, "Is there anyone who can prove your innocence? Or bail you out? If there isn't, I'll pronounce you guilty! We've prepared the verdict."
"Wait, I haven't gone through a trial."
Evelynn was trying to defend herself when the Gnome slammed on the table and shouted, "What a joke! Contempt of the Garrison Guard, you'll get a heavier sentence!" 
"Wait, wait a moment! Let me think!" Evelynn was about to cry as she pondered. Then she quickly said, "Lord Sherlock! Yes, Lord Sherlock still owes me five Magic Stones. He can prove my innocence. No, he can bail me out!"
…
Sherlock sat in front of the computer as he controlled the Undead on the screen to execute an ultimate roll to evade the fatal blow of a Devil BOSS.
Because he was focusing on the computer, he didn't notice a letter on the table.
Until he made a wrong maneuver and was crushed to death by the BOSS. 
"Shucks—"
Sherlock lifted his head, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and inhaled through the openings between his teeth.
"Lord Sherlock, take a rest before continuing your research. You have a letter that just arrived," Bru said.
Sherlock pushed the computer aside and looked at the letter that contained the words "Mr. Sherlock—Winterfell Garrison Guards".
"Since when did I have dealings with the Winterfell Garrison Guards?" Sherlock frowned. He was sure he didn't know them.
"I don't know. Did you empty the Ancient Ruins? I mean, were the gamers discovered when they emptied the Ancient Ruins?" Bru asked speculatively.
Sherlock shook his head and remained silent. He picked up the letter and started reading.
"Mr. Sherlock, Miss Evelynn indicated you as her bail guarantor. After receiving this letter, please proceed to the Winterfell Garrison Guard Station to apply for her bail. Remember to bring enough money for the bail—Winterfell Garrison Guard Station."


Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld.
He summons a group of other-worldly goblins who give themselves strange names, form cliques, engage in commerce, and even fight among themselves.
They call themselves—Gamers!

"That egg…" Clara and Madeleine sat in front of Dyon, observing its shaking.
At the moment, an odd feeling was creeping up in their hearts. Although they very clearly knew the egg was right in front of them, in fact, it was even shaking and cracking wildly, the moment their attention was deviated for even a moment, it was as though the memories of it were erased away. If it wasn't for the fact Dyon was holding and looking at it so intently, they would have long forgotten about this egg.
The grey egg bulged and cracked, furiously sucking in the energy from its surroundings. But, surprisingly, much of the energy originated from Dyon itself.
As an ancient creature, the Celestial Hamster required copious amounts of Primordial Energy in order to hatch. The number of unhatched ancient eggs currently sitting idly in the cosmos today might not be innumerable, but it was still a considerable amount, and the reason for this all laid with the severe lack of Primordial Energy.
Among the quadrants in the cosmos, only the top three had even a tiny amount of this Primordial Energy. As for the other quadrants? They weren't ancient enough.
One might wonder at this point: "What about Dyon's quadrant, did it not use to be ranked highly as well?"
Although this is true, the reason for the Celestial Deer Quadrant being ranked first wasn't due to its ancient history, but rather because of the prowess of Dyon's home universe. Remember, Dyon's universe is the youngest in current existence, but it also happened to once be the one with the densest Gama energy and thus produced the best talents and had the best cultivation environment. Even the ancient quadrants couldn't compete with it.
However, with the decline of Dyon's universe, this advantage disappeared. Although the other universes still have relatively good energy density, enough to be at the middle of the pack, it wasn't enough to counter act the loss of Dyon's one universe.
In the next moment, a burst of profound light erupted from the egg, causing it grow to ten times its original size.
Dyon was overwhelmed by the sudden burst, but he continued to hold on, peering into the light intently.
Soon, the light began to morph and Dyon's hands became ingulfed in a sudden warmth and softness. None of the expected juices of birth coated his hands at all.
The light slowly faded away, but Dyon's concentration never broke. He felt that if he lost concentration for even an instant, he would never find this little creature again. After spending one of his treasure selections on it, he was obviously unwilling to suffer such an end.
However, what happened next still surprised Dyon.
By the time the light had completely disappeared, allowing Dyon to see just what was in his hands, he finally realized why the egg was slightly larger than normal… This egg actually held twins!
In Dyon's hands sat the most adorable little creatures he had ever scene. He instantly felt a will to protect them from any harm.
One had pristine white fur and large, beady black eyes that glistened cleverly.
The other was had a pristine black coat, but its eyes were like two white pearls, reflecting a milky richness that was filled with wisdom.
Both siblings were looked more like little chipmunks than hamsters, despite their name. Their cheeks were chubby, along with their little bodies, but unlike hamsters, their tails were more pronounced.
They both looked up at Dyon curiously, almost surprised that this young man, who was clearly very weak, still somehow had the ability to see them, and for so long at that. It had to be said that the concealment abilities of the Celestial Hamsters far exceeded the abilities of Dyon's supreme level mask. They could even hide from transcendents if they so chose.
In the next moment, they understood. It wasn't that Dyon's perceptive abilities were better than a transcendents, but because he was well aware of their abilities. As such, he was like a lucid dreamer, forcibly awakening his consciousness in a dream in order to be able to control his surroundings.  
In addition, they had just been born and weren't fully mature yet. Because of that, they couldn't hide from Dyon who they currently lay in the palms of. However, judging by the confused expressions on Ri, Clara and Madeleine's faces, despite Dyon holding them, they couldn't see the two adorable hamsters at all.
"Dyon? What's going on?" Madeleine suddenly asked. It felt like reality was distorting before her, but she couldn't put her finger on just what was wrong.
The fact Madeleine could even tell something was off to begin with a testament to her perceptive abilities. As a music will lover, it wasn't surprising she had such sensitivity to things.
As for Ri, she could feel her bestial bloodline shift uncomfortably, as though there was a powerful beast bloodline in the close vicinity, but she didn't know where it was coming from.
Then there was Clara, her soul talent was, by far, the best amongst the three women, which also meant her 6th sense was also the best, but she still couldn't put her finger on the problem either.
In truth, none of these three would be able to sense a thing had it not been for the fact that these little hamsters were just born.
Dyon smiled down at his seemingly empty palms. "I gained an egg from the trials, and it only just hatched. But, the little creatures inside of it have outstanding concealment abilities, even so soon after birth. I'm quite impressed. If I lose concentration for even a moment, I've afraid they'll disappear before my eyes." 

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Oct/27/Thu/2022 8:33am


It was a bright and sunny day.


Rich's mother takes him for a walk in the city to buy groceries (which is boring).


While strolling around the city, Rich came across a pet store nearby, and started pulling his mother's sleeves, "Mom! Let's go there! I want to see the animals."


"Ok, ok. Let's go,"


The first thing they saw they went inside were hamsters running inside their wheels. 

And mice chewing on their food.


Rabbits shaking their nose. Cats staring at them with a confused look. Dogs sitting still with their tongues sticking out. Fishes waggle in the water, and birds create a soothing sound.


And countless crickets chilling inside a piece of wood...


But what caught his attention was a pair of big hamsters like creatures resting in their cages.


"Mom! Look! A guinea pig!" He said while running to it.


"Oh, you like this one kid?" The shopkeeper asked.


He's in his forties. Wearing a vintage outfit that had blue square lines, pattern shirt, and black trouser, "They're mainly rodents, but also biologically related to pigs."


"Wow! Can we keep it, Mom? Please... Pretty please..."


She hesitated for a moment before giving her answer, "No,"


 "What? Why?"


"I prefer the hamsters,"


Rich stomps the ground, and says, "But I want it!"


"Are you sure? I think hamsters is better since it's smaller, and easier to take care of,"


"No! I want a guinea pig!"


She sighed, and decided to give up, "Fine..."


His heart was pumped with excitement giving a cheerful smile.


"We'll take this one," She pointed at the one with white and brown fur.


The shopkeeper nods, and gently carries the little big creature in a cardboard box while Rich and his mother were picking a cage for it to stay.


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"Okay. There you go," Rich mother placed the guinea pig in his purple colored cage near the house exit. Letting it roam around, and get used to its new home.


"So, what are you going to name him?" She asked Rich.


"Hmm... I'm gonna name him Hurly!"


"Hurly? From the movie?"


"Yeah!"


"Alright, it's your choice,"


Rich noticed something was missing, and gasped, "Mom! where is Hurly's food! He's going to starve soon!"


"Ok, ok. I'll feed him now,"


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Ever since that day, Rich has been spending time with Hurly day and night. Literally everyday. 


Taking him for a walk around the room.


Feed him. Changes his water.


And watches movies together, "Look, Hurly. That's you on TV."


And finally. Reading storybooks for Hurly, "The big bad wolf blows the house made of straws flew away-"


"Wait a minute... Can you understand what what I'm saying?" He asked while staring at Hurly.


Hurly only walks around pretending he doesn't hear anything.


"Hmm... Nevermind. I'll read lots of stories for you until you understand what I'm saying,"


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Few months later...


The sun hasn't fully raised yet. Only dark blue lights were visible indoors.


Rich was first to wakes up in this dark morning, and rushed his way to Hurly's cage, "Good morning, Hurly. Are you still asleep?"


Hurly only stays still in the corner not responding to Rich's greeting, "Hurly?"


He pokes Hurly a few times, and feels that his body was hard as stone while still not moving at all, "Mom!"


"Mom! Come quick! Hurly is not moving!"


"Wha- what!" She jolts awake, and gets up from her mattress. Running right next to him to observe Hurly's condition.


"Hurly? Are you ok boy?" She opens the cage. Putting in her right hand inside to give Hurly a little push.


Hurly then drops like a fallen statue.


She gasped in shock while Rich was terrified.


"He's dead..." She said.


"Ah! Hurly, no!"


"It can't be helped. He's gone now,"


"How did he die... And why!" He asked while sobbing.


"I think he was sick. His left eye was harder than the rest of his body," She answered after examining him for a few moments.


"I... I noticed that... And thought he was injured. I should've known he was sick!" He said making his heart more heavier, and painful than before.


"It's not your fault. Even if we know he's sick, the vet is too far away from our place to cure him,"


"Well, it's time to throw him away,"


Rich was surprised to hear this, "shouldn't we bury him?"


"We don't have a shovel. It's much easier anyway,"


Then she had an idea, "Or... why don't we place something next to him?"


She wraps Hurly's body with paper, and places him in a box, and puts a ladder next him, "Like this ladder. He loves to climb it right?"


"Oh, I know!" Rich runs to the living room, and rips apart a piece of paper from his book on the shelves then writes something on it.


Goodbye, Hurly. We'll always remember you. Rest in peace, My friend.


He placed it right next to him, and his mother closes the box, and carried it, "Let's take him away,"


"Wait!" He stopped her.


"Hmm? Why?"


"Let me carry him,"


"Alright," She hands over the box. Rich carefully grabs it into his arms like he was about to hug it.


"Let's go,"


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Rich and his mother were walking halfway to the large green box that was filled with garbage. Giving him a second thought, "Hurly..."


Why does he have to go there...


Tears started to force their way out, but his mother saw it, and said, "Don't cry. People are watching."


He musters all his strength to hold it back.


Rich tosses Hurly into the pile of garbage with a frown on his face, and walks away.


He wanted to turn around, and look at it once last time, but he chose not to, and hold his mother's hand, "Mom."


"Yes?"


"Is Hurly happy there in heaven?"


She was surprised to hear this question, but calmly answers it, "As long as you don't cry for him then he will."


"Alright! Then I won't!"


She smiles, and keeps on walking until they reach home.


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Few weeks later.


They've come across the pet store again, and his mother asked, "Want a new friend?"


Rich hesitated for a moment, and answered, "Yes?"


"Well, this time I'm choosing the hamsters," She said in a demanding tone.


"Ok..."


They stepped into the store, and the shopkeeper greeted them, "Oh, welcome back. How's the guinea pig doing?"


Rich breathes in as much air he could. Fighting off his sadness.


He saw Rich's reaction, and nods in understanding, "I see... Sorry for that."


Rich's mother cuts in, and says "It's fine. Do you still have any hamsters?"


"Yes, they never stop breeding. Pick as much as you want," He pointed at the hamsters.


"Oh, look at them, B. Aren't they cute?"


"Um... Yeah..."


Rich went closer, and saw the hamsters were looking at them while standing with two legs for a moment, and sniffing the air with it's little pink nose, "So cute!"


His mother was glad to see him cheerful, and had decided, "We'll take two pairs,"


"Four? Alright. Which one do you want?" The shopkeeper asked with a hint of glee in his tone.


"Got any discount?" She asked with a grind.


"No," He answers blankly.


.....

.....

.....


"Welcome to your new home everyone!"


"The home where Hurly used to live..."


His mother gave a slight cough, and asked, "Aren't you going to name them?"


"Oh, yeah!"


Rich looked at each of the hamsters, and thought for a whole minute, "Alright! The white and orange spot will be Bucky!"


"From the movie again?" She asked.


"Yes! And this white and gray will be called, Grey,"


"Are you sure? You know that's a female right?"


"I will still call her Grey," Rich crosses his arms.


"Ok, ok."


"I will call the white one, Snowy,"


"Better,"


Rich suddenly pauses for a moment, "What is this color?" He said while pointing at the last and biggest hamster.


She took a closer look.


It had white, black, brown, and a rare unique color to its fur, "I think it's brown-coffee."


He opens his mouth wide to say, "Oh..."


"Then I will call him, Diego!"


She raises her eyebrows, "The one from that cartoon show you watched? Why?"


"Because he's going to be strong and adventurous like Diego," He said with pride.


"Haha. Alright, from now on his name is, Diego,"


.....

.....

.....


Just like before, Rich treats them like how he treats Hurly.


Out of curiosity, he places them on a rope that his mother tied next to the bathroom to hang the laundry, and places a pillow under it to avoid injury.


They really walked over it.


"Wow, you guys are amazing!"


.....

.....

…..


Today, Diego was moved to another cage because…


He's too big and hostile. Fighting anyone on his way.


"There you go. Now you can't bite anyone anymore," Rich's mother said. Dropping him into the new cage.


"Bad Diego," Rich said while tapping Diego's nose.


A few days after Diego was moved, the metal cage was bent wide by being opened too much, causing the two hamsters to escape at night. Walking at every corner of the house. Exploring, sniffing, biting, and carrying… Red onions to the cage? From the kitchen? How does that fit in that small gap?


…..

…..

…..


The next morning.


"B!"


Rich forces his eyes open slowly getting up, and walks toward his mother like a moving toy using batteries that almost drain out, "What's the matter mom…" He said while rubbing his eyes.


"Why are there onions inside their cage?"


"Onions? I don't know. Where?"


"Here…" She lifts the cage from the bedding.


Rich took a closer look, and saw a half dozen red onions, interrupted Snowy's sleep, and Diego from the other side looking around confused at how the cage was lifted, "Hmm?"


"Mom, where is Bucky and Grey?"


"I don't know. Maybe they are responsible for these onions. We should look for them,"


Rich searched around the living room like playing hide and seek while his mother went to the bathroom because she's afraid that they would get wet there.


…..

…..


"Did you find them, B?"


"No,"


"Thank god they're not in the bathroom. Let's look for them in the kitchen,"


Both steps into the kitchen, and Rich heard something was rattling from the left side. He went there, and saw Bucky peeking through the boxes and random stuff then went back to hide, "Mom! I saw Bucky!"


"Where?"


"He's hiding behind here," Rich said. Pointing at where he saw Bucky.


She moves some of the objects, and saw Bucky and Grey with more onions, and bite a hole through a box.


Both Rich and his mother feel relief when they find them again, and put them back into the cage, "I'm going to close the gap with rope or wires so that they won't sneak out again."


"Oh, ok,"


"But I'm still confused how they could carry the onions and why?"


"Maybe they like onions," He said while making an idiotic smile.


"I don't think they could..." She said while still wondering.


"Well, keep an eye on them, B. I'm going to cook breakfast,"


"Alright!"


…..

…..

…..


Few weeks had passed. Everything went well, and cheerful. 


Until…


Rich was done playing with his toys in the living room, and decided to check on the hamsters.


Snowy was sleeping peacefully in the small house, and Diego was walking… Uncomfortably…


Bucky was eating.


Eating something Rich never expected Bucky would feast on…


Grey…


"Bucky! What are you doing!"


Half of Grey's head was completely devoured by his own friend.


Rich eyes were widened.


Looking at Bucky with disbelief, "Mom!"


He ran toward his mother. Trying to focus on sewing some clothes with holes, and told her, "Mom! Bucky is eating Grey!"


She frowned, and said, "Don't be ridiculous. They won't eat each other."


"No! He's really eating her right now!"


"It's not good to talk to them like that, you know. I'm really busy right now."


"I'm not lying! See it for yourself!" Rich pulls her hand, and drags her away from the couch.


"Look!"


She examined the cage, and saw what he said was true.


"Ah!" She lifts the cage from its bedding, and pushes Bucky away.


"Oh no…  Grey…" She brings a piece of cloth, and grabs Grey with it.


"Looks like we had to throw her away..."


Rich made a disgusted face, and said, "Along with the thrash again?"


"I have no choice. I'm not willing to bury her,"


Rich's jaws were crushing together, and looking away from her, "You throw her away. I'm not going."


"Alright, I'm taking her away," She drops Grey into a garbage bag.


He witnesses it with disdain. Watching her stepping out of the door to dispose of his lost companion.


Sitting down, and yelled, "Why! Why did you eat Grey!"


Bucky was surprised, but ignored him after a moment.


"Wasn't she your partner? Why did you do it?"


No response…


"Argh!" He storms off, and locks himself in the room feeling despair. Staring at the ceiling unable to move on for losing Grey.


Rich started to visit them less often ever since.


Bucky was feeling weak after a few days.


It was then a silent night. Rich couldn't sleep. So, he decided to visit the hamsters, and saw… Bucky was lying motionless in the middle of the cage, "Bucky?"


He gave a few strong shakes, and realised, "You… Died…?"


Rich sniffs a little, and feels a pressure coming from his throat and eyes, but he gains back his composure, and says, "Hmph, suits you well. That's what you get for killing Grey."


He runs back into his room, laying flat on the bed trying to forget about Bucky until he falls asleep.


…..

…..

…..


"I'm home,"


After hearing that voice, Rich quickly raises up, and gleefully hops out of his bed to greet her, "Mom! Guess what, Bucky…" 


He suddenly felt reluctant to say it, "Bucky died."


"Oh," She bows down, and sees Bucky was still lying in the middle.


"Well, I feel bad for him, but he deserves it," She brings a few pieces of tissue, and grabs Bucky with it, dumping him in the trash bag, and dispatching him the next morning.


Leaving Snowy by herself.


Just to die on her own laying in the pure white house.


"No! Not Snowy! Wake up! Don't die!" Rich couldn't hold his tears anymore, letting it all out like a flood caused by a devastating storm crashed through a solid wall.


"Out of all of the other places, she chose to die here… That's what I love about Snowy, but it's time for her to go…" She was about to get up until Rich grabbed her arms with both hands.


"Can we bury her… Please…" He pleaded.


She gave a heavy sigh, and smiled, "Alright, but only this once."


Rich then smiles like the sun appearing during a rain.


They went to the backyard, and it was only next to a huge hill. His mother bought a cleaver to replace a shovel and a cloth with Snowy inside it, "This seems to be a good place. Should we do it here?"


He nods, and she started stabbing the dirt off the ground as deep as she could, "Alright, this seems deep enough. Now, let's put Snowy inside."


She gently places Snowy in the hole, and covers it up with dirt, "Rest in peace, Snowy."


"Goodbye, Snowy…" Rich sniffs, and let go of his tears. His mother pats his head a bit before giving a hug.


"It's all fine now. I'm sure she's happy after resting her body in a safe place,"


"Yeah…! As long as she's happy,"


…..

…..

…..


Diego has been moved to the old cage since it's bigger than the one he lives in now.


Rich stares at him, and says "Ok, You better behave yourself since you're the only one left."


"Well, even though you're bad I will still be your friend. Welcome back, Diego."


He cherishes Diego a lot.


Trying his best not to harm, and lost another friend.


…..

…..

…..


It was almost the end of the weekend, Rich hadn't looked at Diego for two days, and decided to walk pass by to check on him.


"Diego!"


He fell on his knees, and stared at his last friend lying flat on the ground with his head facing sideways with his eyes closed.


His mother rushed in, and asked, "What happened! What's wrong with Diego?"


"He… Died…" He was lost in words. He felt like a boy without a soul.


"Oh… Not again…"


"Are you ok, B?" Giving him a concerned look. 


"No!"


"I'm not ok!"


"Just take him away already!" Rage and despair could be heard from his voice.


His mother could only obey, and leave the house with Diego in her hands.


Rich was staring at the empty cage. Blaming himself deep inside his heart.


He's all alone again…


No friends…


Probably never will…


Dec/1/Thu/2022 8:16am


A great day for a walk in town.


The worst part is…


Everytime they walked past the pet store. Rich will suddenly turn upset remembering the heartbreaking past.


"Want to go, and ask?" She said.


"Ask what?" He replies, giving a puzzled look.


"Like why all of them died,"


He gave a serious nod, and both stepped in the store for the last time.


"Oh, it's you two. Haven't seen you for some time," The shopkeeper said.


Rich's mother steps in and said, "Yeah, today we just wanted to ask you something,"


"Hmm? Sure. Go on?"


She then explains what happened to the hamsters for the past two months. The shopkeeper nods, and gave his answers, "I see the problem here,"


"I wanted to say the onions caused it, but I don't think that's the reason,"


"There's three things that's happening to them: One is depression. Two are illnesses. Three is the cage is cage was too small,"


"Having three or four hamsters in that cage is not big enough, and will cause depression then starting to kill each other,"


"Or, the other hamster was attacked by parasite, and caused one of them to die, and the other must take responsibility to eat or dispose it before the dead body pollutes their home,"


Rich realised what he was talking about "Bucky…"


"My guesses are the rest probably died because the parasite manage to attack all of them or their life span was shortened by over stressed,"


"I see… What do you think, B?" She turned around just to see him crying again.


"Oh! Sorry! Did I make him cry?" The asked.


"Mom… Bucky was a good guy all along?"


"They weren't happy this whole time!"


His mother ran in front of him and rested her hands on his shoulders, "No, it's not true. They were happy."


"No they're not!"


"We couldn't afford to take care of them!"


Rich calms down, and closes his eyes, pushing out his tears, trying to avoid her eyes, and says, "It's fine, Mom…"


"I rather be alone without friends if that could make them happy…"


"I don't want a pet anymore…"


"Let's go home…"

"I want to reach my hand to the skies and feel free,"

"I wish to climb the mountains to experience the challenge and danger,"

" To share my glory along with my friends,"

"Sometimes I wanted to be alone, and enjoy the peaceful surroundings without problems,"

"Why is it so complicated to achieve?"

This is the story of boy who wanted to be free and participate in extreme activities, but life have other plans for him and decided to change his fate and gave him isolation instead of freedom. Will he get the life he always wanted?

"Depart, don't speed!" Ecjose repeated into the radio.

Vroom— 

The 12 buses and three trucks followed closely behind each other as they left the castle ruins, with the Jeep leading ahead. Major Ecjose grabbed the leading Jeep's handles.

When Black Mamba boarded the leading Jeep, Jamal and Ahmad quickly climbed on its back seats. Mohammad, who had missed the timing, smiled bitterly and boarded the first car that Bakri was on. The guards who were armed with MP5s boarded the first and 11th bus, while the 12 DGSE operative agents took over the bus' steering wheels.

The wide plow-lands, olive trees, and palm trees surrounding Maydanki Lake, which was waiting to be harvested, grew distant. Old man Alli cried silently. It had been 40 years since he was chased out of Aleppo and had relocated to the west of the lake. He had worked on the farm and raised sheep until his hands became deformed.

Like a kaleidoscope, memories from when he had moved to the East to escape the Muslims' persecution and the tyranny of the Mukhabarat, and the challenging days that followed, played out in his mind. Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa had appeared like a ray of sunshine in a world filled with dark clouds. "Humans need to live like humans." Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa's teachings drummed on his old heart. 

"Son, you should serve Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa to the best of your abilities."

"Father, he has no desire for fame nor greed for money. He only extended a helping hand to us, Orthodox Christians, out of pity. I worry about how I can be of service to someone who's like the wind."

"You can follow whatever he desires to do. He's someone who's not disturbed by the ugliness of the world, so you can become his shadow and carry out all the dirty deeds on his behalf." 

"I'll remember that, father."

Bakri was also overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions—hope, anxiety, regret, glee, skepticism, and excitement. The bus filled with 48 people inside passed the fields silently, like dead rats. The children lingered by the windows as they looked on at the surrounding darkness while the women silently wept. 

Unlike the buses, a rather comical conversation took place in the Jeep. Over 90 percent of Aleppo's roads were unpaved. Black Mamba maintained a steady position despite the Jeep's abrupt movements. 

What amazing motor skills.

Ecjose kept glancing at Black Mamba, who had boarded the Jeep first. As though he was asleep, his position remained as it was despite the Jeep's unsteady movements. He was like a machine gun bolted to the vehicle. Ecjose had discovered that the advisor had learned ancient Korean martial arts, but he didn't realize that it was to such an extent. 

"Advisor, have you ever considered running for Bundesliga?" Ecjose asked out of nowhere.

"Bundesliga? Which country's mercenary group is that?"

An answer, which was like shoving a cultivator on a rice field, returned.

No way!

Surprised, Ecjose nearly drove the Jeep over the valley.

"Have you ever heard of Paris Saint-Germain or Manchester United?"

"Are they talented mercenary groups?"

"Kekeke!"

Manchester United, a mercenary group? Ecjose laughed his head off while banging his hand on the steering wheel. He was a downright countryman who didn't know the renowned Bundesliga of Europe, Paris Saint-Germain, or Manchester United! Ecjose, the soccer maniac, was beyond astonished and furious. 

Ahmad and Jamal, who was sitting on the rear, looked on coldly. How dare he laugh at Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa! Ahmad carefully pulled out his khanjar. He was going to slice off that rude man's head. Jamal grabbed Ahmad's hand and motioned his eyes toward Black Mamba. Ecjose, who didn't realize that his life was spared in that very moment, kept choking on his laughter. 

"You do know Cruyff, Zico, Beckenbauer, and Maradona?"

"Aren't they soccer stars?"

"That's it. Advisor, sir, you could be an undefeatable star. I may be French, but I prefer Germany's manly game and England's fiery nature. My uncle is the owner of France's most prestigious Paris Saint-Germain. Why waste a physical that could possibly belong to the world's greatest star? I'd highly recommend you." 

"How much is the yearly wage?"

"Maradona, who led Barcelona to victory in Copa del Rey last year, earned 20,000,000 francs. Isn't that amazing?"

"Woah, it is."

Black Mamba was slightly shocked that a mere soccer player could earn 20,000,000 francs. Well, he was someone who made 30,000,000 francs per venture. He could earn more if he shook Bonipas inside out.

"It is amazing. You can earn fame and money at the same time," Ecjose offered the bewildered Black Mamba. 

"Won't it mark the end of one's career if their ankle gets injured during a tackle?" 

"That's correct, but that won't happen considering your physical abilities, special military advisor."

Black Mamba had said so out of concern for the other players, but Ecjose took it as Black Mamba's concern for himself.

"How can a monster play with humans? Monsters should play with monsters," Black Mamba lamented. 

Soccer was a physical fight. Any player who bumped into him would be shattered. Initially, he wasn't interested in soccer. How could he participate in something that might destroy people? 

"Please contact me if you change your mind, sir."

Ecjose couldn't shake off his idea. It would be a late entry, but Ecjose could envision him as the greatest soccer player. Ecjose's desire ended in a happening, but it triggered Black Mamba's interest in sports. 

The migration procession went down route 217, all the way from Maydanki Lake to Afrin. From Afrin, they entered Rajo road and headed up north. While it was only 40 kilometers directly to the border, Syria's northern highland roads were terrifying. Most roads were narrow and unpaved, to the point that vehicles couldn't pass through easily. 

By the time they approached Syria's border village, Rajo, they were 800 meters above sea level. The narrow cliff road, which was spacious enough for a bus to pass through, continued. It was 15 kilometers from Rajo to the border. For a direct path that could have been 25 kilometers, they'd approximately crossed 110 kilometers. The row of buses headed toward the border after passing Rajo. 

The Jeep stopped. There was a barricade blocking the road. Ecjose stopped the Jeep and walked toward the checkpoint. That was their 10th. Every time, they had to stop and get their papers checked before setting off again. 

"Why are there so many checkpoints?" Black Mamba complained.

"They're political enemies that share a border, after all. They're archenemies with an endless number of people risking their lives to pass the borders. The Kurds come over from Turkey, while the Orthodox Christians escape to Turkey. Border guards on both sides will kill the refugees on the spot, regardless of their origin. They sometimes accept refugees considering international standpoints, but most of them are killed."

"Damn b*stards, people come before religion. How can religion come before people?" 

Black Mamba's rage intensified at Jamal's explanation. There were conflicts between the Northern Muslims and the Southern Christians in Chad, but there were religious conflicts here too. Here or there, the people were the problem. 

Jamal tucked in his neck after his explanation. He, too, had killed people ruthlessly using a religious excuse. Ecjose got onto the Jeep after wrapping up the conversation with the guards at the checkpoint. 

"Go!" Ecjose shouted enthusiastically.

Ecjose's brain worked well under the guise of the Red Cross Organization. The lie about quarantining cholera patients on the outskirts of the country was convincing. The situation was resolved once Ecjose, who was wearing a white Red Cross gown, showed them the papers. The Syrian police and guards didn't even approach the Jeep. Ecjose's nose reached the skies. 

At 4:30 in the morning, Black Mamba's eyes flashed open. It was the smell of a battlefield. The smell of heavy oil, gunpowder, and ammonia from human wastes filled the air.

"Ahmad, how far is it until the border?"

"It's right before our nose. About five kilometers."

"And the terrain of the destination we're heading to?" 

"The terrain drops rapidly. There is an erg of one-kilometer wide after this place. Once we pass a kilometer from the erg, there will be lower hills. The border fences pass along the hills." 

"Hm, so the excuse about us quarantining patients with waterborne infectious disease won't work from here on. Should we argue that we're exporting the Orthodox Christians with cholera to Turkey?" 

"Kekeke, that's a good idea, sir. The Syrian border guards will give us oil supplies." Jamal and Ahmad laughed at Black Mamba's joke.

"Wait, major, stop the car. There's a checkpoint one kilometer ahead."

The Jeep slammed to a stop. Ecjose switched the gear to neutral and turned to look at Black Mamba. Could he see through the inky darkness, moreover one kilometer ahead? No, they were on an unpaved road that curved around mountains. The situation made it impossible to see 50 meters ahead, even with the Jeep's headlights on. 

"How did you know, sir?"

"He's Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa," Jamal shot off an answer.

Damn b*stard! He's not letting me speak.

"Hm!"

Ecjose clicked his tongue and lifted the radio.

"Turn off the headlights and engine."

The headlights and loud engine turned off immediately.

"Major, it'll be hard to pass through peacefully, won't it?"

"This seems like the last checkpoint, sir. We've been using the excuse of quarantine up until now, but the border's right after this. The place indicated as their quarantine site is right here. It'll be hard to make an excuse. Should we just wipe them out?" 

"Nothing good will come out of making a fuss."

"Master, should we wipe them out with this?"

Jamal raised his Barrett. His master had given him 1,000 bullets after returning from work. Jamal had turned into a child who whined about not being able to use his new favorite toy.

"Are you planning to call the border guards over? I'll let you shoot as much as you want. Just wait."

Ssss— 

Once he got off the Jeep, Black Mamba blended with the darkness. His entire presence disappeared before one could count to three. 

"Huk!"

Ecjose's eyes widened. How could that be? The person, who'd been standing right before him, disappeared. 

"Hello? Do you know what happened to the advisor?"

"He's Sir Ddu-bai-buru-pa," Ahmad answered Ecjose's question, which was like asking if a chicken had two legs.

Ha, I'm an idiot for asking that question. Who is he, really? A special military advisor who leads 540 fanatics, how astounding! Although, I also feel like I'm becoming one of those cult members. 

Ecjose was from the Airborne Regiment. He didn't know anything else other than Black Mamba's position as the special military advisor, a position of the same level as the president's chief secretary considering his special abilities. He'd been drawn to Black Mamba's humane side and not his strength. He suddenly realized there was a reason why the modifier "special" came with the title.

"Hey, didn't you hear a car's engine?"

"Well, no, I didn't hear it. How can there be a vehicle down here? There are no roads." 

"I suppose. What crazy b*stard would drive down here at dawn?"

Black Mamba looked down at the guards on duty from the checkpoint's tin roof. They were Syrian guards wearing green helmets. There were two outside the barracks and seven asleep underneath his feet. 

I guess there's no need to kill.

He took out the Rakshasa. They were innocent guards carrying out their duties. This wasn't a battlefield, either. Killing innocent people to save others was self-contradicting.

"Did I imagine it?"

One of the guards tilted his head. 

Whoosh— 

A faint noise like the wings of a dragonfly fluttering sounded.  

Slap— 

Slap— 

The gray-brown Rakshasa poked the back of the two guards' necks and disappeared. Both guards collapsed at the same time. 

Black Mamba's fine control reached its peak. They passed out after he attacked their spinal artery with the tip of his whip. Black Mamba opened the door to the checkpoint and entered as though it was his own house. The Rakshasa whirled around in the air.  

Slap— 

Slap— 

Slap— 

The seven guards, who'd been sleeping side by side on the bed, fainted at once.

"Is this guy the leader?"

The intruder carried the guard who had two crescent moons on his epaulet and disappeared. 

Black Mamba appeared like a shadow in the darkness.

"Ah, ad…advisor!" Ecjose shouted.

"Why are you so surprised? I've disarmed the checkpoint. This guy seems to be the leader."

Plop— 

A guard with a well-built physique rolled over toward Ecjose's heels. Ecjose was at a loss for words. Did he really disarm a checkpoint that was one kilometer away in five minutes and captured the head guard? It was unbelievable, but the evidence was right before him. Ecjose's brain was in a state of confusion. 

"Ecjose, check the deployment status of the Syrian border guards." 

Within the Arabian Peninsula, Syria had the strongest army. There was no way that Syria would overlook their border guards considering their tense relationship with Turkey.

He left the prisoner to Ecjose and leaned against a rock while relaxing with a Cohiba Siglo. The DGSE had even sent him his favorite cigar. He had desperately wished for a cigar while wandering around the underground caves. He couldn't smoke the cigars made by the Gobelaka locals as it was too bitter. 

The taste of cigars before commencing a mission was special. Others said that the taste of cigars after sex was most exquisite. He had never experienced it before, so he didn't know.

Slap— 

The guard, who was slapped hard on his cheeks, opened his eyes. His unfocused eyes were directed at Ecjose.

"Where am I? Who are you?" the Syrian guard, who was now a prisoner, asked first.

"You're a captive. I'll let you live if you tell me the deployment status of all the border guards."

"Ha, b*stard, you are like the hind legs of frogs, you think I'll tell you?" He spat. 

"I'll treat you like a captive unless you tell me nicely."

"Do whatever you want."

Black Mamba heard Ecjose and the captive bickering.

Ugh, that idiot. Black Mamba clicked his tongue.

Not all soldiers were the same. There were soldiers with experience and those who were inexperienced. 

"How annoying!"

He was about to call Jamal over but lifted his own butt instead. The longer the night dragged out, the more dreams there would be.

"Move, Ecjose."

Ecjose moved, his face flushed.

"Raise your head."

A steady voice, which was overflowing with bloodlust, echoed. The captive raised his head awkwardly and glared at Black Mamba. He was determined not to open his mouth. Black Mamba stared into the captive's eyes. 

"Ugh!"

The captive screamed. Red eyes filled his field of view. Those were the eyes of a monster, no, of hell. The world turned white as his consciousness floated away.

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.
A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.
The image of burning flames surrounding him.
The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.
"It's a demon!"

It was early in the morning and his host wasn't up yet, Viers let him sleep. After yesterday, he would need much rest. Viers went to the lawn of Mercer's house, tossing a ghostly pale blue ball into the air. As it slowly fell downward, Viers slashed it with his sword in one swift stroke. Unlike the usual watery blue, the sword was wreathed in milky green color.
"Hmph!"
The bluish-white ball split into two parts.
"Hyah!"
Another stroke and the ball separated into four.
"Shih!"
Again, and again, and again.
After Viers reduced the ball into tiny pieces, he continued observing it, eyes picking up the slightest of details. Before long the soul dissipated. Slowly, he returned the sword to the sheath like a samurai, finishing it with a satisfying click.
'Even with that I still couldn't destroy it completely. Some part of the soul simply… went away, not destroyed. Did they really go to Heaven or Hell?'
The soul just now was Tarakai, the one who tried to give him a poisoned soup and wanted to kill him. Viers already excavated any memories worth noting -although it wasn't much- and decided to discharge him from his service.
Simply releasing the souls he captured was a simple affair. They usually floated to the sky then disappeared, beyond even the reach of his tier 5 Soul affinity.
With Viers forgoing the necromantic facet of his power, he experimented with many things, such as what he was trying to do now, soulkill.
'I managed to harm the soul, gravely. But I am unable to completely extinguish it from heaven and earth… at least the current me that is. It will have to do. In the stories, unlike bodily harm, injury to the soul is often very difficult to heal. I'm sure it will be useful in the future.'
"How are you holding up, Mister Mercer?" Cain spoke to the person watching from behind, his ears were sharp. He knew Mercer had been watching since a short while ago but it seemed the older man didn't want to disturb his training.
"I feel… refreshed. How can I not be, after you bestowed a kindness I'm unable to repay for my whole lifetime."
"Glad to hear it," Cain turned around, looking at Mercer's face. "Still thinking of taking your own life?" He already knew the answer from what he saw but Cain still asked for politeness' sake.
"No, it would… make Martha sad," Mercer smiled bitterly.
"The burden you bear is heavy. How you live with such a burden I cannot tell you, no one can. You must decide, despite the pain and grief. Dying is easy, living is hard. What can mere mortals such as us do other than living the best we could in this world?" Cain said, trying to convey some words of wisdom.
"It is as you say, lord benefactor." Thanks to Cain's show of power yesterday, Mercer took Cain's words as revelations from an angel.
"I must leave soon," Cain saddled his backpack up. "May the Radiant Lady light your way," Cain said his farewell.
"And to you, envoy," Mercer kneeled on the ground with his hands joined in front of his face.
'Oh no, I hope not. Aunt Estelle might smite me for all the bad deeds I have done,' Cain thought while smiling bitterly.
"Remember, don't tell anyone anything about this matter and myself."
"I will hold the sanctity of our pact. I swear this once again."
Cain nodded with satisfaction and turned around. With that as the parting words, Cain left towards his next destination.
Mercer watched until his figure was no longer visible, the golden light from the morning sun warmly enveloped him. It felt like the embrace of his family yesterday night.
"Thank you, lord angel..." Mercer whispered.
Viers, the maverick mistaken as an angel of the Goddess Estelle was walking in a good mood. Doing something good and getting rewarded for it brought warm feelings to his heart.
'It's been a while, let's do a quick check. It's now at... 36.57%, huh? Very good. Keep on rising, my power. Hahaha!' Viers' mysterious number kept rising.
***
"HOLD THE LINE!!!"
The man who said that braced the impact of a 200 kilograms hamster the size of a tiger.
"Rggghhh!" The man grunted, clenching his molars very, very hard.
He was not alone in this, left and right of him stood men and women of various ages. They too were holding their ground against other hamsters although not as big as the one in front of the man wearing a dark-colored metal plate. One used a wall of earth, one used a rampart of wind. Each of them were using different ways of fighting against the horde.
"Iron Spike!"
A cone of metal jutted out from the ground. It had a diameter of 1 meter at the base, becoming smaller until the tip was a sharp point. The cone-shaped metal pierced the stomach of the hamster monster, making the unnaturally sized monster squeal.
"Raahhh!"
Using his sword, the man embedded his weapon in the skull of another monster that came from behind the orange-furred hamster he just defeated. Before he could breathe, another one came from the side, wanting to take a bite at his stomach. In a hurry, the man moved his left arm between them. The hamster gnashed his vambrace with frenzied fervor, its two front teeth looked very menacing.
"DIE!"
His hand turned metallic and gave the hamster a punch on its skull, smashing its head to a pulp. The man saw his friend beside him was almost overwhelmed under the assault of three hamsters.
"Aldo! Let him go, you beasts! Iron King's Decapitation!!"
The man created a massive sword of iron and swung it downward, slashing the three hamsters in one go.
"Thank you Captain, I-"
"Shut it! Next wave incoming, Frag Explosion!"
The man threw a sphere of metal he created with his Arte into a clump of five hamster monsters. The sphere burst into tiny slugs with such force that the hamsters lost their lives in a heartbeat.
That only brought a moment of respite before the man must again kill another monster that replaced the ones he just killed. Those men and women were like a wall, battered with waves of water. Still, the wall stood valiantly, not giving an inch.
For an unknown amount of time, he kept fighting. At last, he witnessed the last tiger-sized hamster monster slain by one of his comrades. Then the cheering came, they had claimed victory on this ground.
"Captain Jarret, news from the left wing." A messenger called him out.
"Haah... haah... what?" Jarret wiped the splattered hamster blood on his neck while catching his breath.
"Sir, the left wing is almost broken! Hansen, Tommy, Vurg, and Sharon have fallen. There was a big one among the hamsters assaulting the left wing, we suspect it is the alpha, A Tiger-striped Hamster. It's a Rank 2 monster, sir." The messenger said with a pained expression.
"...Those fools, I told them not to die..." Jarret knew he shouldn't let emotions overwhelm him in a battlefield but he couldn't stop the feeling of sadness from approaching him. His discipline allowed him to focus once again after a few moments.
"Mister Holt, I'll assist the left wing. I leave the center in your command!" Jarret said to a man much older than him. Holt's hair was all white, he had been retired for years. Even so when the Tide came, he volunteered to stand at the front line.
"Understood, Captain. May the Goddess be with you."
"And with you. Juggernaut Armor!"
Jarret invoked another Arte. This time, he became covered in sturdy black armor from head to toe.
"Siiir! E-emergency report from the right wing!"
Before Jarret could move to the left wing's aid, a different messenger came in a panic. Jarret knew he would not bring good news.
"Speak." Even he himself was surprised at how weak-willed his voice became.
"A-another Beast Tide came from the east! At least a hundred apes led by a Rank 3 Thunder Orangutan are approaching the right wing as we speak. They must be drawn by the battle, for the meat and core of the dead hamsters! Your orders, sir?"
The message was another nail in the coffin for these men. They were barely hanging on against the hamster's tide. The appearance of the orangutans would break their defense line like a knife against paper.
Ten of them were in the center, now they were only seven. The swarm of teeth had claimed the lives of three of them. When the crisis was nigh, they came forward to fulfill their duty to protect the town. Now, after hours of fighting, they still stood despite being full of wounds. Healers were casting their magic full-force. One healer was trying to attach the severed arm of the unconscious Rudin.
"A Rank 3..."
"We're finished… The town is finished…"
"Damn those adventurers! They had to drag the whole town into their mess. May the Devils take those idiots!"
Jarret saw the hope and will of his comrades-of-war around him fade like mist. How could they not? There was nothing he -a mere Level 2 Pathseeker- could do against a Rank 3 monster. There was nobody in Osemore town that could match the boss monster in combat. Even if he tried, it would be great if he could delay the Rank 3 for a few seconds. All seemed lost.
"Is this the end?..." Jarret closed his eyes. His heart felt like ice.
A loud blast jolted him to open his eyes.
"Eh?"
"What happened?"
"Captain Jarret, look!"
A blaze of flame ten meters high could be seen from where they were standing.
"That's from the left wing."
Jarret used the Arte Farsight to see the hamster boss being engulfed in explosions. At a nearby hill, Jarret saw a lone figure carrying a smoking metal tube on his shoulder.
"Brother!"
"Kate? What are you doing here?"
Jarret saw his younger sister coming from the direction of the town.
"We have come to help," she said with an excited expression.
"No! There's nothing we can do. A Rank 3 monster is coming! We must tell the town to begin evacuation immediately."
"Don't worry brother. Someone strong came along with me!"
'Strange,' Jarret thought. His sister looked so confident. While they were talking there were a couple more explosions from the left wing's side. The hamsters on that side had been blown away, not a single one left standing.
'Was it him?' Jarret looked at the youth on the hill wearing strange clothes and a strange weapon.
"By the Goddess!"
"How could it be!?"
"He's flying! Is he a Level 5?"
After he was finished with the left wing, the youth rose to the air and went to the right wing, passing Jarret's position in the process. The mysterious stranger had some kind of fire coming from his shoes and back. He flew so fast and arrived above the apes' location in a short time.
He hovered in the sky, surveying the monkeys below him like a deity.
Because he was so eye-catching, it didn't take long until the apes noticed him. The biggest of them all, the Rank 3 Thunder Orangutan took it as a challenge. It had the size of an elephant, very muscular and imposing. Its white fur bristled and crackled with lighting then a thunderbolt appeared in its arm.
"UHHOOHH!"
It let out a primal roar and threw the lance of plasma to the flying youth, enveloping him in a blinding violet explosion.
"Not good!" Jarret wanted to go to assist but his sister held his hand back.
"Don't worry brother. He's strong," Kate smiled.
The smoke receded and he saw the flying youth once again. He was indeed fine, no signs of injury. A spherical shield covered his body without a blind spot. The barrier had a strange pattern on it, it was like something he saw in a beehive.
The youth with silver hair retaliated. He unleashed a strange… exploding arrow. The power was massive. From a tube on his shoulder, the arrow jetted forward leaving a trail of fire and smoke. It exploded with fiery fury and deafening sound. Jarret witnessed the mysterious youth create another 'arrowhead' with his empty hand, put it on the strange tube, and shot another exploding arrow.
A hailstorm of explosions came upon the monkey Beast Tide. A hundred apes or so were powerless before the explosions. The Rank 3 managed to hold against the first three blasts but the seventh overwhelmed it. The flying attacker used something different to finish the Thunder Orangutan. Jarret only saw a streak of blue light and the apes' alpha exploded to smithereens. Seeing their leader in such a sorry state was the final straw, the monkeys scattered in all directions. Screaming.
But the silver-haired death god didn't let them go.
"…Heavens, what did I see?" Jarret muttered. His sentiment was shared with the people around in the center battlefield.
"He's Sigma, I told you about a strong Idler that saved me from the goblins before, right? That's him," Kate explained fondly.

Hey, what would you do after you got isekai-ed?

Me?

Look! A cockroach villain has appeared. Let's kill him before he messes things up. Too cruel? That kind of character is always introduced to be killed by the protagonist anyway so I'm doing the world a favor here. Less CO2 emission. It's time to "Go Green" guys, even in another world.

See over there, that's a trash young master type right there. What do I do? Endure the initial insults and provocation then dispose of him when no one sees of course. Why make things difficult?

Hmm, a pretty girl in peril. Potential love interest there… but no, I have enough problems as it is. At the very least, I won't help her just 'cause she's a female. Same goes for males. What? I support gender equality.

Hey, I know the clichés, what did you think I was going to do? Simply let it run its course? Well duh, I'll twist it to my benefit.

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