With a groan, a pair of eyes opened out of nowhere, traces of fear in them as they had just woken up from the worst nightmare. Slowly, they calmed down and looked at the ceiling, which blocked their freedom to see the vastness of the sky.
With another painful groan, the man to whom the eyes belonged sat up and looked around the surrounding, confusion clear in his eyes. The man was Norman, who had just woken up.
Norman dragged his body to rest his back against the wall of the carriage. "It hurts like hell! Why the seven hells of Jesus I find this situation familiar? These past day i am feeling many deja vu moment ," he muttered to himself.
"Now what do we have here? Can anyone care to explain to me what is going on?" said Norman to the people who were in the room, or rather, the moving room.
"It's getting more and more confusing. I did that stupid challenge, and then I woke up in the middle of a river, only to meet a monster anaconda that looked like it came straight out of a movie. And now, I'm in a moving room with people who I have no acquaintance with, who look more dead than me, strangely," Norman continued.
"Hey, you scrawny baldie, can you explain to me what the actual fuck is going on here?" said Norman, pointing at one of the people.
But the bald man didn't reply to his uncouth inquiry; he was just staring blankly at the wall, resulting in Norman scowling. He tried to speak with others, but only to be treated like air.
"Ha ha hahahaha!" he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Yes, he was a loner, so he was not treated properly, but not even a beggar would show so much indifference when you ask him for money.
This time, a few people turned and looked at him, including the baldie, but then they returned to what they were doing.
"I have already tolerated enough! Take my Gomu Gomu no Gatling, you strange baldie!" Norman shouted, as he beat the hell out of baldie while calling out strange attack names.
But he was so angry that he forgot about his injuries, and he couldn't help but spurt blood and fall to the floor. He hurriedly blocked his face with his hand, afraid of getting beaten by the baldie, but no attack came after a minute.
So he looked at the baldie who was staring blankly again, as the beating he gave him didn't affect him.
Suddenly, the room that was moving stopped, and there were sounds of steps. Then, the door that was closed opened, and a few men came out wearing armor.
"One of the men said, 'Explain!' and the baldie, who I thought was mute, started speaking in such a manner that he wouldn't even talk to his lovely mistress," Norman narrated.
The armor men listened to the full story, from which Norman's perspective was clearly exaggerated by baldie, especially where he said that he beat him without reason, not even trying to talk things through.
"I nearly laughed in anger, talking, 'Yeah, I also wanted a fucking talk, but you were sulking like someone had cuckolded you. Now how dare this fucker claim that I didn't try to talk things out?'" Norman continued.
After finishing listening to the entire story, the armor man turned to look at Norman, who looked back at him and said, "Whattya lookin' at, you shithead?"
You are quite lively aren't you but it won't be for too long.
The moment you were in our gasp your fate was sealed said the Armor man with grin
Suddenly a pair of hand grap the the collar of Armor man , which surprise him.
After that the Armor man was thrown toward ground with bang and the force was too much for him to bear he was verge on passing out, before he lost consciousness he heard a Ice chilling voice that mad him shudder.
An insect like you is not worthy enough to control my fate
Norman stood over the fallen Armor man, panting heavily from the exertion of his sudden burst of strength. He had no idea where it came from, but he wasn't going to question it. He looked around at the others in the room, who were now staring at him in shock and fear.
"What are you all looking at?" Norman said, his voice shaking with adrenaline. "You want some too?"
No one moved, and Norman took a step forward, ready to take on anyone who dared to challenge him. But before he could make another move, he heard a voice from behind him.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Norman turned around to see a tall, imposing figure standing in the doorway. He was dressed in black, with a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat that obscured his face.
"Who the hell are you?" Norman said, feeling a sudden surge of fear.
The figure chuckled. "You can call me Mr. Black. And you, my friend, are in a lot of trouble."
Norman bristled at the man's condescending tone. "I don't know who you are or what's going on, but I'm not afraid of you."
Mr. Black's smile widened. "Oh, you should be. You see, you've just made a very big mistake."
Norman raised an eyebrow. "And what mistake is that?"
Mr. Black stepped forward, his coat billowing behind him. "You've just attacked one of my men. And trust me, that's not something I take lightly."
Norman felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had no idea who this Mr. Black was, but he had a feeling he didn't want to find out.
"I didn't know he was your man," Norman said, trying to defuse the situation.
Mr. Black shook his head. "That's not good enough, I'm afraid. You see, there are consequences to your actions, my friend. And you're about to find out what they are."
Norman braced himself for whatever was coming, but he had no idea what was about to happen. All he knew was that he was in way over his head.
To be continued...