In a softly lit chamber where Liora lay, her face etched with worry, and her complexion pale, she cast a desperate gaze upon Eve. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Eve, can you do me a favor? Stop Rizki from going down the same dark path I once walked."
Eve, curiosity gleaming in her youthful eyes, asked, "Grand Master, what's happening? What's Rizki mixed up in, and what's this haunting past that's bothering you?"
Liora's gaze seemed to drift into her own memories. With a heavy sigh, she admitted, "Rizki," her voice tinged with regret, "He's on the edge of making the same mistakes I did out of vengeance. He might try to wipe out an entire race or a whole clan."
Shock flashed across Eve's face, but she quickly composed herself. The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders, and she nodded with determination, saying, "Grand Master, as your step-granddaughter, I'll do whatever it takes to stop Rizki."
Liora's eyes pleaded with Eve, and she urgently said, "Eve, time is running out. Stop him as soon as you can."
Eve paused her care for Liora and left the room silently.
Meanwhile, outside the sanctuary where Liora was being cared for, Rizki was in a frantic rush. He sprinted toward his makeshift home, where he spent his nights with his wives. His heart raced, fueled by anger, frustration, and sorrow.
Upon arrival, he swiftly retrieved a concealed weapon from under a weathered gray table. His hands trembled as he reloaded it, muttering, "Liora's suffering, the abduction of Danielle's sisters, and that genocidal plot," through clenched teeth, and vowed, "I've had enough of this!"
With the weapon hidden beneath his white coat, Rizki inspected the recently modified chain on his bike. He grabbed his phone and dialed Faye's number. As he paced restlessly, he spoke with unwavering determination, "Faye, I need you to find the location of every Beastmen settlement you can."
Faye's voice carried concern from the other end, "Rizki, are you still consumed by anger over Liora's past and everything that's happened?"
Rizki's frustration flared, and he replied sharply, "Faye, I'm on the verge of becoming the villain here. Help me, or I won't hesitate to cause chaos."
Faye sighed, her worry evident. "You tend to act recklessly when you're angry. Please, calm down. I don't want you to be remembered as the one who wiped out an entire race."
Rizki hung up, his impatience unwavering. In the city of Acra, he mounted his horse and galloped away, leaving the tranquil forest behind.
As he raced toward his destination, memories flooded his mind. He whispered to himself, "I remember this place. This is where my journey in this world began."
Suddenly, a bear trap sprang from the ground, narrowly missing his horse's leg. Without hesitation, Rizki plucked a rock from his pocket and hurled it into the grass, causing a distant cry of pain.
Startled by the noise, Rizki dismounted and followed the sound. There, he discovered a young lifeless Beastman with a fatal wound to the head. The realization hit him hard. This death wasn't caused by a thrown rock; it was something far more sinister.
Gently cradling the fallen Beastman in his arms, Rizki placed the lifeless body on his horse. With grim determination, he ventured deeper into a foreboding cave, muttering to himself, "This must be it, according to the guidebook."
Inside the cavern, he stumbled upon a horrifying scene. Young Elven children, their faces contorted by agony and despair, begged for salvation. The sight ignited an inferno within Rizki's heart, and his eyes blazed with righteous fury.
He struggled to contain his anger, but it wasn't until a figure emerged from the shadows, clutching a female Elf's skin like a gruesome trophy, that his restraint shattered. The battle for redemption had begun.
Amid the escalating tension, Rizki decided to make a statement. Carefully lowering the lifeless Beastman's body to the ground, he issued a low, menacing warning, "I can do to your children what's been done to these kids if you even think about harming them!"
The man, defiant and arrogant, sneered in response. Rizki's fury surged, and without hesitation, he drew his gun and fired a deafening shot.
Smoke temporarily veiled Rizki's vision, but as it dissipated, he was met with astonishment. The man had effortlessly blocked the bullet.
Rizki muttered under his breath, "A 50 caliber magazine, I see..."
The man spoke in an unfamiliar tongue, adding an extra layer of mystery to the encounter.
Unfazed, Rizki fired another shot, only to have it deflected once more.
"This man..." Rizki thought, his anger simmering beneath the surface, "Judging by your language, I can tell you're from a world similar to mine."
The Beastman, Derick Strelnikov, sneered and introduced himself with a menacing air, "I am Derick Strelnikov, the Elf hunter."
Rizki dismounted from his horse, revealing a modified bike chain with a dagger affixed to its tip. He brandished it with unwavering determination, issuing a challenge, "I am Rizki Irawan, the man who will put an end to your life and the lives of your lackeys!"
The cave seemed to hold its breath as Rizki and Derick locked eyes, the air crackling with tension. Surrounding them were the faint echoes of the children's cries, a haunting reminder of the perilous situation.
Derick, the enigmatic Elf hunter, regarded Rizki with a mix of defiance and arrogance. He spoke in his foreign tongue, his words a cryptic veil over his intentions.
Rizki, bloodshot but resolute, took a step forward, his modified bike chain gleaming ominously in the dim light of the cave. He felt a surge of determination as he faced the formidable adversary before him.
The two adversaries circled each other like predators sizing up their prey. Derick's movements were fluid, his senses keen, as if he had spent a lifetime hunting in the shadows. Rizki, on the other hand, moved with a deceptive grace, his every step calculated.
In an instant, Derick lunged at Rizki, his attack swift and powerful. Rizki barely had time to react as he was sent sprawling backward by the force of Derick's kick. He hit the cave wall with a thud, coughing up blood.
Gasping for breath, Rizki managed to roll to the side just in time to avoid another vicious strike from Derick. It was clear that Derick's punches packed an incredible amount of force.
Rizki's mind raced as he analyzed his opponent. "His attacks are like sledgehammers," he thought. "I have to be careful."
Derick, equally cautious, muttered to himself, "His movements are as slippery as a snake's. I need to watch out."
The two combatants continued to exchange blows, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Rizki blocked one of Derick's kicks using his bare hands, the impact resonating through his arms. He knew that one wrong move could be his downfall.
Jumping back to create some distance, Rizki whispered to himself, "I can't afford to underestimate him. His strength is unmatched."
Derick, not to be outdone, sneered and muttered, "I've faced formidable foes before, but this one is different. I must tread carefully."