The driver, named Lok, was an old man specialized in presenting his services to the prince. After Federick's birth, its only personalized use was determined at his disposal and for him.
The weather of the day was ideal, without standing out for being arid; but even in those conditions, his forehead was sweating, while he maintained a summery smile.
He was in charge of lowering and transporting different stored supplies towards the interior of the orphanage. Despite his status that consolidated his position, he was not arrogant. Helping with care along with the help of other managers.
"I repeat, sir: Your effort is not necessary, we are young people with enough strength and spirit to deal with this matter. By the way, my name is Agus." Agus said with a smile, who was one of the managers of the orphanage. While referring to the other adults in charge.
There were three individuals, two men and a woman. Each one represented by a different, but voluntary spirit.
"Boy, I'll tell you again, don't worry. Or are you going to tell me that my muscles are flabby?" Lok said while laughing as he carried a heavy bag.
"No, I don't mean to... It's just that your help with the prince Federick is enough." Agus responded, carrying a large crate with the help of his companion.
"Haha, a will built on values is just as valuable. I suppose you get a well payment to make such an effort." Lok commented observing the actions of the four individuals.
"They don't do it". Another of the managers muttered. An involuntary murmur, which he had said without meaning to.
To which, he simply received a doubtful look from Lok.
"What my colleague means is that these actions go beyond economic purposes. Rather, they are voluntary." Agus quickly complemented with some nervousness.
"They have basically painted their faces and they charge the minimum... Or even nothing, right?" Lok said tactlessly, watching their reactions.
"Do you think he'll make a change?" Lok asked as he looked in the direction where Federick had retreated.
Given this mention, he observed micro-facial changes in the majority, which were accentuated in the case of those who had protested first.
"He's still young." Lok commented to the air, while observing the sky, weighing the twenty kilos of rice grains in his hands.
Federick had already retreated towards the interior with the children belonging to the orphanage. At first he helped transport the different provisions stored in the carriage, but he has been "convinced" not to expose himself to hard tasks.
He was spending time with different children and some teenagers. They were numerous, curious and with little self-esteem.
They would easily fall into cobwebs even if they knew of its existence.
They gathered around Federick with galloping excitement, words flying endlessly. Which he received with total benevolence, a smile adorning his face.
Although the age difference was not a disparity, the height was when compared.
Added to the fact of the vibe around Federick, it had a subjective effect. Like an older brother, he received with a moral hug the different questions, unknowns and anecdotes that the excited children communicated to him.
But this was interrupted by the entrance of the different managers and Lok.
"Well, children: we have prepared a schedule for the arrival of prince Federick... Of course with his agreement." Agus said with a smile, as he observed the different children who surrounded the imperturbable and unmistakable Federick with a comforting aura.
"Who would I be to dare to steal other people's happiness?" Federick commented rhetorically, with a smile on his lips.
With this, another day metaphorically began for the children. Who received the news with emotion, expectant of what was promised.
With a neutral Federick.
A melancholic Lok.
And four excited managers.
The day passed without problems. Playing different games and recreational activities that took an entire afternoon.
The bag game, where different children ran and tripped, laughing with a childish smile.
Enjoyable reading, being the spokesperson: Federick. Using his best efforts to concentrate, between laughter and occasional strange silences.
A strange game with a ball, totally new even for adults.
Thus, the day was ending. Everyone gathered was resting while watching the soon sunset.
"Federick, tell me, is the world happy?" Suddenly asked a child, with big ears and little hair, his body clearly demonstrated nutritional deficiency.
Federick watched the boy carefully.
In fact, he had previously allowed himself to be called by his name in moments of intimacy; but this question made him feel bad.
"You are looking for a rather complex answer. Ironically, others might even call you a sinner out of arrogance. Come, accompany me." Federick commented with a light laugh, inviting all the children to chase him.
"A brave new world... It depends on the different perspectives that differ in each single human. At one point, you could consider a brave new world with the sun providing us with its solar charge, in complement to the air provided by nature." Federick said with a familiar smile, his figure was mature. While he pointed out his examples, which the children observed with curiosity or boredom.
"Heh, although I could have said it's complex, that's where my answer ends. You are unique, and that depends solely on you." Federick said as he rubbed his two fingers in the eyes of the boy who asked, vertically, wrinkling his uncharacteristically childish face.
His journey had ended with his words, ending in front of a crystalline lagoon. The different figures of the children with Federick were reflected in it.
His words penetrated deeply into their needy faces, which softened greatly. Providing a comforting image for posterity, which was serenely reflected in the lagoon.
An image that accompanied Federick, but not his vision. Which differed by a wide margin from those of the others.
In his eyes were reflected the smiling, painful and dependent image of children, but his face was indifferent, frivolous and neutral.
An image contrary to his smiling and loving 'I'.
All in a sunset, reflected in a lagoon.
The story was long, with countless participants. Like a board, positions were ready to be filled.
But its differential lay in the seriousness that each movement represented. Made only by great figures, capable of leaving a long mark through the weight of their spear or book.
Like a post-apocalypse work, they rested on the earthly, while the majority melted like wax from the screams, being just another tree on the desolate land, without knowing of its existence.
But despite this superficial distribution of conditions, they were not different. The murmurs, laughter and spitting were different.
But the banal had no value.
About them, within them, in their most internalized crusts; emotional or spiritual, there was the enclave that contributed to the balance, provided by nature.
"Fear".
Expressed in different faces in oil. The primordial fear, which devastated haughty or ignorant figures: ignorance, present in every creature.
Ignorance or first contact dates back to ancient times. With different and varied effects on each unique creature, but present as an internalized beast.
Without the need to hide, since it was typical of each one...
Federick was returning home after a busy afternoon. On the carriage, he enjoyed the occasional bump.
He sat comfortably indifferent, watching his hands. The sun had already disappeared, taking its place the moon. Above the previously horizonless sky, countless luminescent stars now rested.
"Did you enjoy the day?" Federick asked his driver.
Lok had been present all day, awaiting Federick's gradual retreat. During the stretch, he had participated with the managers in different games and activities.
"In fact, it has been a wonderful day. No wonder the dawn had left expectations, the sky curiosity, and the sunset an extraordinary memory." Lok responded with great charisma.
"Mhm, you're right... Wonderful memories." Federick commented with a sigh, as he redirected his gaze towards the window.
Through the window he observed the incredible view of the heavenly winery. Extraordinary, wonderful and admirable...
Through the heavenly hold, he remembered the comforting looks and smiles of the numerous children... As well as their expressions.
He still remembered the day of his discovery. After having meditated, his curiosity was at a peak state. I didn't remember if his eyes were shining...
His toes touched the jumping grass as if he were a dancer. He had finished his daily quota of meditation, which he carried out illustrious.
Through his intuition and with the help of his system, he moved forward gradually and slowly. Breaking through the realm of contact meant final approval.
How to pass with an essay...
Finally, his current realm allowed him to gently guide through his body, the energy naturally permeating between heaven and earth.
Guiding energy to create and expand space in the inner area of your stomach. According to his observations, it was probably a dantian; of which I was unaware of its complexity.
At no point did he bother to rant.
[Congratulations, Lord! You have tackled the final lap. According to my estimates, the chances that you will soon penetrate to a higher realm are very high.]
'We will wait. I'm not in a hurry at all.' Federick answered without emotion. In reality, he was trying to understand his new state.
[In a null state, a horizontal line without manipulations; the most advisable thing is to encourage it]
'Are you calling me to experiment? I guess it would be funny.' Federick thought, a strange humor taking over his expression.
Mortal cultivation was a constant improvement to vitality. A virtuous cycle of consuming pure energy, squeezing it into the flesh, and finally, expiring the imperfections.
Federick carefully directed his stored energy in the direction of his hand. Passing through different vessels and energy points, a constant flow that was redirected in small proportions in other directions.
His hand did not experience major superficial changes, but it did substantially. Endless energy permeated the lines of his hand, creating the sensation of an electromagnetic center.
'It's like mobilizing yang energy... Heh, you know, system; In my previous life they called me "zeus" because I fucked for nine days.' Federick commented mentally, having fun.
[Congratulations, Lord. Now I can also brag about having sex for nine days... Although I think I should rest, since your little advance probably involved a chemical explosion]
Faced with this exchange of words, Federick decided to ignore their words, continuing with his experimentation. Little by little, guiding different areas of your body to the energy.
'What do you think will happen if I guide her to my eyes?' Federick asked as he continued experimenting.
[Sir, be careful: It may be dangerous, due to the sensitivity of... You are already doing it. Luck]
Federick did not pay attention to his words, as he carefully thought about ending his experiments.
Different nerves were alerted, without the ability to scream.
His eyes burned but he continued with his task. He was indisposed to failure.
Until finally with a burst of ardor, he did it. His eyes did not change, with nothing special visible.
He slowly made his way inside his home, not disappointed. He really wasn't, indifference dominated him.
Opposites but close, like yin yang; Endless tumult faced ethereal bars, which showed no submission despite their agitation.
It was there when he finally saw an unknown face in a mirror. Which was transparent through his eyes.
Colorless.
With a sigh.
At the entrance to a corner, he finally observed the moon.
In his dreams he still remembered it vividly, but in his reality an undisturbed fog plagued his memories.
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