Harith Monologue: Temporal Emphaty
"In an existence that transcends the structure of three dimension, where time and space blend in infinite harmony, i realize that the emotions of timekeeper are not merely feelings, but manifestations of reality interwined within the very flow of time and space itself.
The Timekeeper, and entity governed by the deity Hyaman, resides within the fabric of of four dimensions where time is not a straight line but a tapestry that can be woven and twisted. I imagine the Timekeeper's emotion as vibration spreading through this dimension—a resonance that fills the gaps within the complex temporal flow.
As the Timekeeper controls the world, they do not merely manage the flow of time but also bear the burden of every passing moment—joy, sorrow, uncertainty, and certainty—all of which shape a multidimensional soul moving in a cosmic rhythm. Their emotion are a reflection of every choice and change they make within a spatial framework that trancends ordinary understanding.
They feel the weight not just from a single point in time, but from the entire order that encompasses existence. Every decision they make forms of a pattern that ripples in various directions, creating emotional waves that flow throughout the dimensional structure. Their existence is a mixture of control and helplessness—mastering time yet bound by the order they weave.
The life of the Timekeeper, created to maintain balance and direct the flow of time, is an infinite journey where they feel the impact of every change—small or large—that they make. With this understanding, I acknowledge that the Timekeeper's emotions are not only manifestations of the current situation but also of the entire temporal path they create and preserve. In every moment they guard, there is a harmony and disharmony interacting with each other, forming a holistic sense that transcends the boundaries of the dimensions we know."
On a bright morning, Daro stood in front of a large tree, catching his breath and gathering his courage. With strong determination, he began to kick the tree trunk with his shins. Each kick was accompanied by a cry of pain. "Ahhhhh!" he shouted, trying to endure the pain radiating through his legs.
Meanwhile, Joshi sat calmly on a large rock, sipping his tea. In a calm tone, he praised, "Strong again."
Daro continued to struggle despite the deep pain evident on his face. After 10 minutes, he finally fell to the ground, experiencing intense pain in his shins. "Uhhhh..." he sighed, holding back the pain.
Joshi stood up and approached Daro, laughing as he patted his back. "Good, that's the spirit the master wants. You've completed the first exercise; let's move on to the second," Joshi said with a smile.
Daro took a deep breath, feeling each step causing him pain. "Uhh..." he complained softly. With determination, he followed Joshi.
Eventually, they arrived at a waterfall flowing vigorously. Joshi pointed at the waterfall and said, "Sit under the waterfall, meditate for half an hour. Oh, and the water is quite cold, so hang in there." After giving the instructions, Joshi walked back toward the temple.
Daro shivered as the cold water touched his skin. "C-cold!" he complained, but his determination remained unshaken. He sat under the waterfall, trying to calm his mind and endure the biting cold.
In a dimly lit bar, a tense atmosphere enveloped the gambling table where Harith and a man were facing each other. Himzed sat beside Harith, observing carefully.
Harith placed a poison card on the table, connected to a sword card. "I attack your king," he said confidently. His opponent trembled as he drew a card from the stack and received an armor card.
"Is that all you have? Good, good," Harith said with a chuckle, assessing his opponent's play.
The opponent sighed and kept the armor card. "Uhhh..." he complained.
Harith continued by placing another poison card. "I attack your king's card," he continued with a sly smile.
His opponent quickly drew an armor card combined with a normal human card. "Damn it!" he shouted in frustration.
Harith proceeded with his spear card. "I attack your queen."
The opponent clenched his fists, quickly drawing a card from the stack and getting an antidote card, which couldn't counter Harith's spear card. Harith chuckled as he drew a poison card from the stack. "Heh heh," he commented with satisfaction.
Harith noticed his opponent had an antidote card based on his opponent's facial expression. Quickly, Harith drew his normal human card, protecting his king.
The opponent then drew a card from the stack and received a spear card. He kept his spear card, his face growing more anxious.
Harith drew a card from the stack and got a poison card once again. Harith's face remained calm and calculating. He placed his poison card. "I attack your king's card. A normal human card can only withstand one poison card attack."
The opponent panicked, with his normal human and armor cards defeated. He only had the antidote card left. "Damn it! This card is useless now!" he muttered angrily.
Harith drew a card from the stack and got a poison card again. He kept it and placed his normal human card to protect his queen.
His opponent drew a card from the stack and got a normal human card. "Hmmm..." he thought, placing the normal human card to protect his king.
Harith drew a card from the stack and received an armor card. "You know, you're going to lose. Why are you so confident? Do you trust that illusion of yours?" Harith asked with a chuckle.
His opponent felt frustrated but tried to ignore Harith's taunts.
The opponent then drew a card from the stack and got an arrow card. "Good," said Harith, planning his next move.
Harith concluded that if he attacked his opponent with a poison card, the opponent's normal human card would fall. With his spear card, he could defeat his opponent, as the opponent's protective cards might be random and in a less favorable position. Harith adjusted his strategy. "What if I attack you with a spear card?"
"Ha?" his opponent looked confused.
Harith laughed. "Think about it, what happens next? Your defeat is near, and this is the time," Harith said confidently.
The opponent gritted his teeth, closing his eyes to calm himself. In a swift and smooth move, Harith skillfully stole his opponent's antidote card.
"Damn it! Return my antidote card!" his opponent yelled angrily, realizing the loss of his important card.
Harith, with a sly smile that never left his face, quickly returned his opponent's antidote card. "Oh, I thought you were a foolish man," Harith chuckled, provoking his opponent.
He then drew a card from the stack, confident it would be a poison card
Based on my deduction
he murmured to himself, during the shuffling, I saw the poison card on top of the protective card, and its position was random. However, from the existing pattern, the poison card should be in position five, right below the protective card.
As predicted, the card Harith drew was indeed a poison card. With full confidence, Harith placed his spear card on the table. "I attack your king," he said coldly.
His opponent, growing more frustrated, drew a card from the stack and got a spear card. "What is this?" Harith's opponent mumbled, clearly in despair.
"Losing in gambling is akin to your death," Harith said with a philosophical tone. "Like water that flows and stops at random points, you too stop here, unable to move and only able to fall."
Feeling he had no other choice, his opponent sacrificed his last normal human card.
Harith laughed with an intimidating tone, "Die." He quickly used his poison card again. "I attack your king," he said with a victorious smile, taunting his opponent's emotions.
Harith's opponent, now cornered, used the remaining antidote card, but it was clear he had lost hope. Frustration was evident on his face.
However, Harith did not stop there. He drew another poison card from the stack, his smile growing more cunning. "I attack your king again," he said dismissively, thoroughly playing with his opponent's mind.
His opponent, reluctantly, drew the last card from the stack and only got another normal human card, a sure sign of his defeat. In this game of kingdom defense, repeatedly drawing normal human cards meant the end of everything.
Seeing this, Himzed, who sat next to Harith, jumped with joy, "You're amazing, Harith!"
Harith chuckled quietly, then looked at his opponent with a demanding gaze. "Where's your money?"
Without hesitation, his opponent threw a bag containing gold Florin coins onto the table and then ran away with tears on his face.
Harith chuckled as he handed the money bag to Himzed. "This is our money for the month," he said, showing off the excess winnings.
"Besides, if it runs out, I can always win more through gambling," Harith added casually.
Himzed laughed. "Haha, I guess no one dares to gamble with you because they know their money will be gone."
"Yeah, you could say that," Harith replied as he walked out of the bar, followed by Himzed.
Kyokai, the older brother, and Shinta, Kyokai's younger sister, stood on top of a wooden building, observing the view below them.
Kyokai started the conversation, "As I said, this world is not like the multiverse we explored before. There, technology and human intelligence were far more advanced. This world is more like history, with humans who might be somewhat limited in terms of intelligence."
Shinta replied, "Don't compare it to the previous multiverse. This world is still in a development phase."
Kyokai chuckled. "You're right. I think we can have some fun here for a while. I want to see how the people here are, whether they're smart or actually foolish."
Shinta responded, "The people here are quite intelligent, but some rely more on physical strength." She transformed her robotic attire into the clothing of the time—brown shirt and jeans—to blend in with the environment.
Kyokai followed suit, changing his outfit to a brown shirt and jeans, complete with a bag. "I think if we confuse them, they won't know who we really are."
Shinta said, her sharp eyes gleaming as she began to explain. "The number of people in this world is around 260 trillion," she said confidently. "And the Earth's area is about 510 million square kilometers."
With a speed that seemed to surpass normal human capability, Shinta pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. On the paper, she began to draw a detailed map of the world. In moments, she added the contours of continents, coastlines, and major geographical features. Every detail was so clear, as if she could see the entire planet in her mind and reproduce it on paper.
As Kyokai watched, Shinta processed the information in an almost magical manner. In her head, she calculated the number of people, estimated population distribution across continents, and considered variables such as population density and uninhabited areas. All of this was done without any tools—only with her keen sensitivity and intelligence.
In seconds, Shinta completed the map drawing. In her mind, she visualized the world map with extraordinary precision. The data obtained—population numbers and land area—was integrated into her mental structure at an astonishing speed. She could "see" the distribution of people and geographical features as if she had direct access to all that information, simultaneously processing and displaying the entire map and its data.
Kyokai nodded, impressed. "Oh, I see..." he said.
It was indeed easy for Shinta to do this, and so it was for Kyokai. Both of them were supergenius beings who had created machines for inter-multiverse and parallel universe travel. Their ability to process and understand information quickly was second nature to them. Their skill in visualizing and analyzing data instantly reflected their extraordinary intelligence.
Meanwhile, Daro was shivering after more than ten minutes of meditation under the waterfall. "Uhhh... It's s-so cold," he complained as he stood up. His body trembled, and he quickly walked back to the ground.
"Quite cold..." he said, feeling the biting temperature. Daro walked towards the temple, trying to warm up in a more comfortable place.
Inside the temple, Joshi was sitting in prayer to the deity Hyaman. It was unclear what prayers Master Joshi was uttering.
Daro watched his teacher, who appeared focused in his prayer, with Joshi's calmness flowing like a river, unobstructed and powerful like the ocean.
Daro smiled and moved a little closer, not wanting to disturb his teacher who was praying.
Afterwards, Daro walked towards the kitchen. As he passed by Master Joshi's room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, and saw the door open, Daro inadvertently noticed a necklace on Master Joshi's desk. The necklace belonged to one of Faruza's subordinates.
"Eh? Isn't that a necklace I've seen before?" Daro said softly.
Daro quickly walked to the kitchen, trying to think clearly. Was Master Joshi a follower of Faruza? Or was there another reason?
Daro took green tea powder from a wicker container and made himself a warm cup of green tea. He tried to ignore what he had seen, as if it were all part of someone's unknown plan.
Daro remembered the skull-shaped necklace worn by Faruza's worshipers. As the horrific memory returned, he vividly recalled how his village was slaughtered, and his mother was ruthlessly executed without mercy.
Master Joshi sent by someone to watch over and train me? I don't know what plan they are executing... Is all of this just a fabrication?
Daro's mind began to fill with various questions and doubts. He felt as if he were being subtly manipulated, unable to distinguish between reality and possible deceit.
Suddenly, Master Joshi patted Daro's shoulder with a smile. "How was your meditation? Did you find tranquility?"
Daro tried to mask his nervousness. "Oh, yes... it really cleared my mind and made me comfortable!" Daro acted as if nothing had happened.
Joshi chuckled. "That's good then. Go rest in your room. I'll prepare our lunch," Joshi said with a warm smile.
Daro nodded, hiding his anxiety behind a fake smile. "Okay, Master."
Daro entered his room and carefully closed the door. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I need to stay calm; I need to investigate what Master Joshi is really hiding... I need to find out why he has that skull necklace. The skull necklace of Faruza's worshipers... why does he have it? I need to investigate this tonight," Daro muttered, his face filled with growing worry and suspicion.