"You look much better, you want some food?"
Fatimo asked Kriston as they finished the preparations. Not saying a word, his tummy growl.
'Ah right, this body haven't eaten for some time now. I only drank water back in the orphanage…'
"Here, have some bread. I need you to perform in your utmost performance"
"Thank you"
And with him eating up the bread, he could hear the sound of the engine starting. But it was weird, after all, a vehicle is not supposed to make such sound.
Kriston's mouth was half chewing when he began to talk.
"Lret-"
Coughing was heard as he realize what he have done. His eyes widened in disbelief for that action that he did. For someone like him, he doesn't grew up with that kind of behavior such as talking when his mouth was full.
'Did I act like that unconsciously? I can recall that damn Kriston talking this way while eating bread or cup noodles but I didn't expect to do such crazy things… this is bad…'
"Yes?"
Fatimo mumbled as he look at Kriston. His eyes doesn't show any kind of worry about the sound of his vehicle.
Gulping the food that he chew, he clear his throat and began to explain.
"Your vehicle. There was something wrong with your vehicle"
He stated clearly as if he was certain about that thing, which eventually made Fatimo laugh.
"What do you mean by that? It was always this way. There is nothing wrong about this truck Kriston"
"But, that sound…"
With a bit of confusion in his eyes, he have no idea why fatimo was acting that way.
'There is definitely something wrong about this truck. Just the way it sounds makes it natural for me to think about that. isn't he worried that his truck would end up collapsing at any moment?'
"Kriston, I have no idea what you are talking about but all vehicles sounds this way. I even got this truck for a high price. Compared to other trucks out there, it was the latest model that is good for transporting materials and goods"
"How is that possible… wait, where exactly are we?"
For a man who live in such an advanced world, he can't imagine how he was in this place. For the fat guy to even say that the old-style truck that they are using was the latest, there is definitely something wrong about it. Everything just doesn't make any sense.
"Huh? Isn't it just a basic knowledge? Why dare ask?"
"Then tell me who is your president in this place?"
'It doesn't look so modernized than my place before… maybe it was somewhere far. But… the fact that I have that small figure of mine and posters… does it mean I was some kind of famous person in this place? No one would dare start business that won't be sold out…'
"Um wait… what president are you talking about?"
Listening to what he said, he was struck frozen when even the word president, Fatimo have no idea of what it was.
"Oliver Laurent… you know him?"
"Yes or course, who wouldn't know him? Even the child and folk in the village know that man"
"Where is he?"
"Huh? Are you drunk or something? Well, let me see… I think I remember buying his book. Ah right wait here they are"
Reaching something from the things that was nearly arranged on the back, the fat man handed him a book with the similar photo to what the poster shown in the shop where he found Kriston.
"A book?"
"Ah, yes? It was a book. What more would it be? Oliver Laurent is a very interesting guy. That is why his story sells all over the nation. Even the king wished to see a world like that book. But it was a book with nameless author. Which is why, the king bought all the books that was published in hand print and give it to people as a token of gratitude for what they have done. Isn't the king so benevolent?"
There was an admiration in his eyes. One can tell how much he respect the said person, but no matter how much words he says, the man that was sitting beside him was focused looking at the book that he was holding.
"So… he is not a real person… but a character in that book?"
"You are really acting weird but finish your food, we have a long way to go!" he said with great energy as if he never runs out of it.
'This world… it seems to be exactly different from my world… my life was written in this book… so… I am a character in that book…'
A loud beep was heard as soon as a sudden stop of the vehicle. Not being able to go that far, they just get out of the warehouse but someone already stopped them on their way.
"Oh no, why are they here…?"
Hiding his face on the wheels of the vehicle, Fatimo look at those thugs that was waiting for them.
"If you don't want to get hurt, be good and listen to what we would say!"
They shout so loud as if they knew for sure how simple it was for them to crush these two people.
"If only Theo was here… just why did he got cough and cold!" he shouted slightly as he can't help but think that his energy are starting to drift away.
"Do you have any weapon with you?"
"Huh?"
Looking at Kriston who say those words with no fright, Fatimo stared at him but soon wake up in his thoughts as the thugs outside tap the mouth pf the truck so hard.
"You won't probably send your guard with no weapon, would you?"
"Wait, are you going to fight them?? You are no match for them!"
Picking up the things that he can reach from the back of the truck, it leave Fatimo's mouth open.
"I think this will do. Don't look at me like that. You brought me as your guard. There is no point if I just sat here idly"
And so, he get out of the vehicle holding a rod and darts on his hand.
"Look whose here, a hero? Hahahha what a weakling! Will he even stand a chance with the wind??"
'Those laughter, in normal circumstances it wouldn't bother me even a bit but… now that I have no stable plan in what I need to do, the fact that I am in this shitty body makes me want to beat up each one of you! Just you wait Kriston! I will make sure to punch the hell out of you if we ever met! But first would be this thugs'
Still laughing as they mock Kriston, their laughter soon turned silence as the man that was the nearest with the truck suddenly lose his footing and heavily landed on the ground.
"It seems like it was you who can't stand a chance with this mere stick, what a… weakling…"