Make me weak, weakest of all and I will still come and get you
"Chose yourself"
I will make sure to make you regret your decision
Every person has two faces, one that everyone sees each day and the other which no one would want to see, and the world had awakened his second face
He walked down the hallway with a slow pace, his face a blank canvas devoid of any emotion.
From a distance, Elina spotted him and approached him
Her lips curled into a mocking smile, a cruel satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.
"He did right to you, you are so pathetic, you could not even fight back, it was so funny watching you in that pity state of yours"
He was just standing there still with no response
"Why are you just standing there, answer me dammit" frustration creeping into her voice
She didn't realised at all that he wasn't Jace….. it was a devil, to whom she was talking to
"Reply you pathetic exis- "
Arecus grabbed her from her head and smashed it to the wall and it was an instant death
Arecus continued walking down the hallway.
"Who was that girl.... You should think, to whom you are talking to"
He looked down at his hands
What's up with this body…. It's so well built but it's so weak
He suddenly looked up with a slow, chilling smile spread across his face
"Looks like the fun is about to begin" in his heavy devilish voice
And then, the alliance attacked.
The earth trembled violently, the ground beneath shuddering as if it were alive, quaking with terror as countless beasts descended from the sky. Arecus stood amidst the chaos, looking up at the apocalyptic scene, his laughter echoing eerily through the devastation. There was no fear in his eyes, only a twisted joy
He turned towards a nearby wall, still grinning, and with a punch, shattered it into rubble. Beyond the debris was the basketball court, now a scene of horror. Two of the beasts were there—creatures that seemed born of nightmares.
I can't explain their whole appearance, but they looked like giant fusion of a lion and a spider
One beast was hunched over, feasting on the lifeless head of a student, gnawing at the remains. Nearby, a security guard lay on the ground, his body bloodied and broken, but his resolve unshaken as he shielded a small group of terrified students. The second beast, more vicious, was closing in on them, ready to finish the job.
Arecus stepped into the scene. He stood still, his eyes coldly observing the carnage, watching as the beast tore through the guard's body with brutal efficiency, leaving the students screaming in terror before silencing them in a spray of blood and soon killed all the students
Arecus was standing still and watching them
The beast then turned its gaze to Arecus, its eyes burning with primal hunger. The other beast, still consumed by its gruesome meal, seemed oblivious to the new arrival.
Arecus's eyes gleamed with excitement as he faced the beasts. A dark chuckle escaped his lips, filled with mocking disdain. "You're even more pathetic than I remembered," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Your leader was defeated by bunch of mere humans. Does he have no shame showing his face on Earth again?"
The beast snarled, its eyes burning with rage at Arecus's words. Every syllable seemed to stoke its fury further, its muscles tensing as it prepared to strike. But Arecus remained unmoved, standing still with a cruel smile on his face.
In a burst of anger, the beast lunged at him, its claws slashing through the air. But in the blink of an eye, Arecus vanished from its path. He reappeared behind the beast, his voice low and menacing. "I don't care what you do to humans… but you dared to attack me, you low, filthy existence. Your fate is now sealed."
The beast, now blinded by rage, roared and charged at Arecus again. This time, it managed to land a blow, its claws grazing his chin. A thin line of blood appeared. Arecus paused, touching the scratch with a smirk.
And Jace got his first scar
"Even though I'm not used to this body, and nowhere near my prime, you managed to get a scratch. I'll give you that," Arecus acknowledged with a hint of grudging respect. His eyes then darkened, and his voice dropped to a deadly whisper, "But now, you die."
With blinding speed, Arecus surged forward. His kick connected with the beast's torso, the impact so devastating that the creature's body was torn in two, its lifeblood spilling onto the ground.
The second beast turned, its predatory eyes locking onto Arecus. Blood dripped from its fangs as it let out a low, menacing growl, the air around them thick with tension.
Arecus smirked, his tone laced with dark amusement. "Are you looking for your buddy?...… I'm sorry, but he's dead." He gestured casually toward the lifeless remains of the first beast. The creature's eyes flared with fury, its muscles tensing at the realization of what Arecus had done.
"Yeah, it's me who killed it," Arecus confirmed, his voice taunting, daring the beast to make a move.
With a roar of pure rage, the beast charged at Arecus, its claws ready to tear him apart. Arecus, unfazed, slid into a fighting stance, his body coiled and ready. The air around them crackled with tension as the beast closed in, its every step shaking the ground beneath them.
The smile of arecus faded, he was serious now.... He held his fist backwards and looking in the eyes of the beast which was approaching him
Can you feel the rage….. I know you can, I can feel it too. The anger burning inside of your soul
Yes, come at me, with everything you got
The beast, claws extended like jagged blades, launched itself at Arecus with a powerful leap, its roar echoing through the air.
I am sorry but you are going to die because I am stronger
The impact of Arecus's punch had obliterated its skull, leaving nothing but a grotesque mess where its head once was... killing it
Jace suddenly became aware of his surroundings as if waking from a dream. He found himself walking down a street, but something felt off.
"Why am I walking this way? My home is on the other side of the road," he muttered to himself. His body ached, and a wave of nausea hit him. "I should head home."
Jace turned and made his way back, feeling increasingly uneasy with each step. When he arrived, his mother was waiting anxiously at the door. The moment she saw him, she rushed forward and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Thank God, you're safe," she whispered, her voice trembling with relief.
Jace blinked, confused. "What do you mean, Mother?"
"You don't know? There was a huge earthquake near your school… I was so worried."
"An earthquake?" Jace repeated, still trying to process her words.
Yes, everything was advertised by media as an earthquake, they couldn't possibly go saying that there were aliens falling from the sky and we are in a war against extraterrestrials and moreover people would rather believe in media than their own eyes
Something about that didn't sit right with him. The details felt fuzzy, distant, like trying to remember a fading dream.
He touched his chin, feeling a sharp pain. When he pulled his hand away, he noticed blood on his fingers. A sudden, inexplicable fear gripped him. Without a word, he turned and sprinted back toward the school, ignoring his mother's frantic calls behind him.
His heart pounded in his chest, and the world blurred around him as he ran faster than he ever had before. He tore through the wind, shedding his school coat as he pushed himself to reach the school as quickly as possible, driven by a feeling he couldn't quite understand.
Jace sprinted to the school's main gate, his heart pounding with fear he couldn't fully comprehend. When he arrived, a new notice board caught his eye. His breath hitched as he saw a list of names—the students who had lost their lives in the earthquake.
His entire body trembled as he approached the board. With shaking hands, he began looking at the list, his eyes desperately searching, his soul screaming, please, not Elina or Vance...
And then he saw it—her name.
"Elina."
It felt like the ground had given way beneath him. His knees buckled, and a choked sob escaped his lips as he collapsed to the ground. The tears came uncontrollably, and the world blurred around him. As if nature itself mourned with him, the sky opened up, and it began to rain. The cold droplets mixed with his tears, but nothing could wash away the overwhelming grief that consumed him.
He pounded the ground with his fists, his cries growing louder, more desperate, as if sheer volume could bring her back. "No, no, no!" he screamed, his voice cracking. "Elina, please... please don't leave me!" His sobs grew uncontrollable, each one more agonizing than the last. The pain in his chest felt like it would swallow him whole, a dark, bottomless pit of despair that he couldn't escape.
As the rain poured down, Jace's sobs echoed through the storm, a heartbreaking symphony of loss and love unfulfilled. He couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop screaming, because in that moment, nothing else mattered for him..... He just saw Elina
As Jace's grief consumed him, he suddenly felt a crushing pressure in his chest.
He opened his eyes again, he was lying in a hospital bed
Did I collapse…? He could see the ceiling, the dim lights above him, but when he tried to move, his body wouldn't respond. Why can't I move? His thoughts raced, and then it hit him. Was it clotting? Yeah…. no wonder a human body can't endure the blood of Amberion.
He struggled, forcing his will upon his unresponsive limbs.
Come on, you have to move, dammit!
With a surge of determination, he finally managed to sit up, gasping as he regained control over his body.
As he looked around. A woman was sitting on a bench nearby, her face buried in her hands as she sobbed. Who is this woman? Arecus thought, his mind searching for answers. I remember… it's Jace's mother. Why is she crying? He no longer exists.
Arecus stood, ripping the wires and tubes from his body without a second thought. The machines around him beeped in alarm, but he paid them no mind.
As he rushed out of the room, Jace's mother looked up, her tear-streaked face twisting in confusion and fear. "Jace, where are you going?" she called after him, her voice trembling.
But Arecus didn't stop. He moved until he reached the rooftop. The air was cool, the hospital perched on a mountain overlooking the city. The world spread out before him, vast and teeming with life. He could feel the breeze against his skin
He spread his arms wide, feeling the power surge through him, his gaze locked on the vast horizon. The world felt small from up here, like it was within his grasp.
With a wicked grin, he tilted his head back, letting the wind whip through his hair. The sensation was intoxicating, the thrill of being alive, of being unstoppable.
"I am taking this world!" he shouted and ships were falling towards earth in background
CHAPTER-6 REBIRTH
Arecus stood on the edge of the hospital rooftop, the wind howling around him as he gazed down at the city below. The world stretched out beneath looked like a battlefield waiting for to be conquered by him. With a slow, deliberate movement, he spread his arms wide, embracing the chaos that was about to unfold.
Arecus leaned forward and leaped from the rooftop.
The force of his leap was so immense that the rooftop buckled beneath him, concrete cracked and shattered
In the heart of the city, two extraterrestrial beings, towering figures with humanoid forms and clad in ominous armour, moved with purpose. Their faces, hidden behind the featureless masks of their helmets, were unreadable, giving them an otherworldly and invincible presence. The empty streets around them were eerily silent, devoid of any human life—a testament to the destruction they had already wrought.
But then, they both paused
A voice exploded across the city like a thunderclap, tearing through the silence with an unstoppable fore. I AM TAKING THIS WORLD….
As the two beings looked up, they spotted a small figure descending from the sky like a dark comet. Despite its size, the ominous energy surrounding it was undeniable.
It was Arecus!
His glowing eyes were locked onto the chaos below
In midair, Arecus clenched his fist, his entire body pulsating with a sinister energy. Time seemed to slow as he hurtled toward his target. The alliance barely had time to register the impending doom before Arecus's fist connected with its head.
BANG!
The sound was like a cannon blast. The impact was so immense that the alien's head didn't just shatter—it was obliterated, torn clean from its body in a spray of metallic shards. The headless corpse crumpled to the ground, lifeless before it even hit the pavement.
Arecus landed gracefully in the centre of the chaos. Dust swirled around him as he stood up slowly, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction.
The other alliance drew his sword and pointed it at Arecus, his voice firm and commanding. "Take out your weapon and face me!" But Arecus remained motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the alien, unbothered by the demand.
"I said, draw your weapon. I know you have one!" the alien repeated, his tone growing sharper, expecting compliance.
Arecus's cold expression never wavered. "Do you think I need a weapon to face you?"
Alliance's eyes were locked on Arecus
What's up with this guy? Why won't he take out his weapon, does he not have one?...
He took a look at the corpse of other alliance
No, his strength far exceeds for him to not be a warrior…... and each warrior has a weapon, the only exception is Zexus, but his strength is nowhere close to as of Zexus
"Too slow—"
Arecus disappeared from the spot in an instant. Before the alien could react, Arecus appeared in front of him. His fist sunk into the alien's chest, forcing the air out of his body with bone-shattering force and then Arecus used his other hand to slam the alien's head into the ground with a sharp movement.
The impact was so great that the ground shattered, cracks spreaded on all sides, and a crater was formed. Dust rose up and the surroundings collapsed, but Arecus stood coldly in the center. His eyes were fixed sharply on the helpless alliance's body sunk to the ground.
But that alliance wasn't dead.
Arecus watched with cold detachment as the alien struggled to rise. Its hand trembled as it pressed against the cracked ground, trying desperately to push itself up. Slowly, agonizingly, the alien managed to get back on its feet.
It swayed unsteadily, unable to stand straight. Blood seeped through the gaps in its armor, dripping onto the earth below.
Arecus's eyes narrowed as he observed the alien's pitiful state, his expression unreadable. The alliance's body was broken, but the fight hadn't left its eyes.
"It's nothing personal dude.... I just want to test this body" Arecus
Alliance wasn't able to see straight his vision was fading
"By any chance, is your name Arecus?"
"Yes, it is"
Alliance suddenly raised his right arm
Arecus closed the distance grabbed his arm and punched the alien in the shoulder and took the arm off then he kicked the alien and alien gone sliding to a distance
With arm kept on his shoulder grabbed with one of his hands Arecus
"Don't get too ahead of yourself"
Alien knew that was the end for him, alien went on his knees and offered arecus his sword with his one hand that was left
"I want you to finish me with this sword "
Arecus took the sword, feeling its weight in his hand as he swung it around a little, testing its balance. "It's been a while since I used a sword," he muttered, almost to himself.
The alien remained on its knees, head bowed, waiting for Arecus to deliver the final blow. Arecus, now ready to finish the job, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the alien.
"Tell them... Daddy's home," Arecus said, his voice cold and commanding with a smile.
The alien looked up, its voice trembling as it replied, "I can't... The communication system was in my right arm."
Arecus paused for a moment, then shrugged casually. "Oh, is that so... Then tell them in the afterlife."
With that, Arecus drove the sword straight through the alien's heart, ending its life in a single, decisive strike.
Arecus put the sword at his shoulder was leaving the area but as he took few steps, he looked back at the corpse of that alien
He went to him and buried the sword near his dead body.
Zexus was sitting on his throne in a pitch-black room
Sicus had his back on him and was looking down from glass on earth below
"How is the progress going on?" Asked Zexus
"Subject 301 just lost his vitals"
"We don't interfere just yet"
Sicus gave him an agreeing gesture, continued the watch
He looked back at Zexus
"Do you think he would still be there?"
"Whom you are talking about, specify"
"Arecus.... the one who took life of amberion"
"That is very unlikely"
Zexus raised his arm "Release all the subjects"
Sicus looked back on the earth again
I know you are there
Arecus looked up at the sky, where thousands of ships were ablaze, crashing down toward Earth like falling stars.
"This world is sure in ruins... everyone pays for their actions," he muttered, continuing to walk, indifferent to the destruction unfolding above.
As Arecus wandered through the decaying city streets, his eyes caught a sign outside a religious temple. It depicted a man's image, and above it, the words: "The God's Apprentice."
Arecus couldn't help but grin. "Humans never learn, do they?" he whispered with a dark chuckle.
He stepped inside the building. At the far end, seated on a chair, was the man from the sign—the so-called Apprentice of God. In front of him, devoted followers sat praying. Arecus approached slowly, his presence unsettling the room. Whispers filled the air, and the followers glanced at him, confused and wary of the stranger's bold intrusion.
Arecus reached the Apprentice, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him effortlessly.
"Show me your powers," Arecus demanded, his eyes locked onto the terrified man's face. The Apprentice struggled, gasping for air as his hands clawed at Arecus' grip.
"Why aren't you doing anything?" Arecus sneered, tightening his hold. "Aren't you supposed to be the Apprentice of God?"
The man's desperate gasps for air were met only with Arecus's mocking grin
Arecus tightened his hold, and with a sickening crack, the man's throat exploded in a shower of blood
blood splattering across Arecus's face
Arecus turned, bloodstained, to face the remaining worshippers
Most of Devotees froze, as the person who was just killed, for them was someone powerful as a god, their mind couldn't process what the eyes just saw… some continued the prayers as nothing happened for them it was something like a day dream or a mirage
but of course, Some were terrified and tried to flee the hall
But in the blink of an eye, Arecus appeared at the doorway, blocking their escape. "Where are you running?" he asked coldly, before swiftly cutting down the person nearest to him.
Now the panic intensified. Arecus killed a human, which was a feasible thing to happen in their books... there were screams of terror
Arecus methodically began to kill everyone in the hall, one by one, with terrifying precision. Screams echoed through the temple, but Arecus's expression remained calm, almost amused.
Everyone was terrified looking at a demon covered in blood Infront of them, it seemed like their death was in front of their own eyes as Arecus
"Why are you all so terrified?" Arecus asked, his voice dripping with mockery. He walked slowly toward them; his footsteps unnervingly calm amidst the chaos. "You've prayed your entire lives to your God, haven't you? Shouldn't He come and save you all now?"
"Your god will come to punish me, right? as I murdered his precious devotes"
His cold laughter filled the air, mingling with the dying cries of the helpless worshippers
One by one, he slaughtered them with cold precision
"Keep praying," he taunted, his voice resonating throughout the blood-stained room. "Let's see how long it takes before your God arrives."
And by the time every last devotee had fallen, there was nothing left but silence.
Arecus stepped outside the temple, his gaze dark and focused. "Where is Jace's mother?" he murmured to himself. "I have to live as Jace from now on... Where is she?"
His search began immediately, moving swiftly through the city streets, his mind racing. As memories flickered back, he recalled that she had been in the hospital. Arecus quickly made his way to the mountain, and made it to the top, but when he reached, his heart sank. The hospital was completely destroyed—nothing but debris and ruin scattered across the ground.
His heart was racing, and he felt a less familiar emotion in his chest
Suddenly, a hand grasped his shoulder from behind. Arecus spun around, only to be met with a tight embrace. It was Jace's mother. Relief washed over her face as she held him close.
"I'm glad you're safe," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You left the building right when the earthquake hit... good job."
Arecus, forced a small smile. "Yeah, it's good to see you're safe too, mother."
She grabbed his hands, her touch gentle but firm. "How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine, maybe it was just some fatigue earlier. But I'm all better now."
For a moment, she seemed reassured. But then her eyes drifted up to his face, and her expression froze. She began trembling.
"Is… is that blood on your face?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"No, Mother," Arecus replied calmly. "There's nothing there. You're just imagining things, probably from all the stress. I'm completely fine."
"Y-yeah… that must be it," she said, still uneasy. "Let's go home, dear."
Hand in hand, they began walking home. As they passed through the city, Arecus's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, constantly on alert for any sign of danger—any alien or being that could threaten Jace's mother.
As they walked, she pointed toward a nearby temple. "Let's go in, Jace. With everything strange happening these days, we should pray for our safety."
Arecus, who harboured nothing but hatred for gods, felt a bitter taste rise in his mouth. But he didn't resist. He followed her into the temple. they stood before a large idol. Jace's mother bowed with her hands joined, praying earnestly. Arecus remained still, his face emotionless, staring coldly at the idol.
When she finished, she turned to him. "Why didn't you pray yet?" she asked, frowning slightly.
Arecus, still cold, replied, "I refuse to pray to a Go—"
SLAP!
Arecus blinked in surprise as Jace's mother's hand connected with his cheek.
"Who do you think you are? Just bow and pray!" she scolded, her voice stern.
"Alright, alright," he muttered. "You didn't have to slap me for it."
Reluctantly, Arecus bowed before the idol. His eyes bore into the lifeless statue, his mind burning with rage
I'll come for you
He straightened up and turned to her. "Okay, Mom. I'm done praying."'
"Okay, let's go home dear"
Soon, they arrived back home. Arecus, still covered in blood, quietly went to bathe. He washed his face, scrubbing away the evidence of his earlier violence. His shirt, stained with blood, was soaked and scrubbed by his own hands.
As the water drained, he stared into his reflection
So, this is me now
Night had fallen, and the house was quiet. Arecus stepped out of the bath, feeling the warmth of the water fade as he overheard the hushed voices of Jace's parents in the other room. Jace's mother sounded anxious, her voice trembling.
"I'm really worried about everything that's happening lately," she said to Jace's father. "It scares me... I feel like something terrible is coming."
Arecus stood still for a moment, listening. His expression remained cold, but a flicker of amusement crossed his eyes. They had no idea what kind of world they were living in now.
Without a word, Arecus walked over to them. "Goodnight," he said in a calm, composed voice,
His mother smiled faintly, though her worry was still evident. His father only nodded in response.
Arecus turned and made his way to Jace's room. Once inside, he locked the door behind him, then swiftly moved toward the window. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and leaped out into the cool night air.
In the pitch-black stillness of the night, Arecus sat atop a pile of alien corpses like he was sitting on a throne. His dark, glowing eyes pierced the gloom, fixating on the two trembling alliance soldiers standing before him
One of them, voice quivering with desperation, shouted, "Let us go…! We are not your enemies!"
Arecus' gaze locked onto him, cold and unfeeling. He rose from his throne of bodies, his every movement filled with ominous intent.
"Enemy, you say?" Arecus' voice was like ice. "All the humans you massacred weren't your enemies, were they? They begged for mercy, cried out for their lives, and yet you slaughtered them without emotion. You failed to realize that there might be an even greater force… one that would do the same to you—or worse."
Arecus stood towering above them now, his dark eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation. The alien soldiers could do nothing but stare, paralyzed by fear.
"You're going to die merciless deaths."
In that instant, the tension snapped. One of the aliens, his mind overtaken by panic, turned and ran. His partner, frozen in terror, watched helplessly as Arecus barely moved. In a blur of motion, Arecus closed the distance, gripping the runner by the leg. Without a word, he kicked his leg, shattering the bones with a sickening crunch. The Alien collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain, before Arecus crushed its skull beneath his boot, the ground quaking beneath the force of the blow.
Blood splattered across the ground, the grotesque sound of bone shattering echoing in the air.
The remaining alien, still frozen, could do nothing but watch in horror as Arecus, covered in blood, slowly turned toward him. His legs trembled, his breath coming in panicked bursts.
"Now," Arecus said, his voice calm but deadly, "it's your turn."
Tears welled up in the alien's eyes as he desperately tried to beg, his words spilling out in frantic, broken sentences. "P-please… no… listen to me… please…"
Arecus's pace was agonizingly slow as he approached
He reached out, placing a hand on the alien's trembling face
"No."
Arecus stared at the lifeless head in his hand…. "Killing you isn't going to change anything; you all are nothing but sacrificial pawns in the little game Zexus has been playing."
Arecus looked at the dead eyes of the helmet, his own reflection grinning back at him.
The air around him seemed to crackle with a sudden surge of energy. Arecus tilted his head slightly, his smile growing wider, more sinister
"Let's collide once again…" he whispered, his tone dripping with anticipation. His grip on the severed head tightened, and he crushed it in his hand with a sickening crunch, the helmet and skull shattering like brittle glass.
"Zexus."
He killed every single alien in 10-kilometre radius from Jace's house
Arecus stood at the edge, his body soaked in blood from the night's massacre. As the first rays of the morning sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the quiet city, he simply stared ahead, unmoved by the carnage he had left behind
But then, in an instant. Everything around him turned pitch black. He felt a presence—familiar yet distant. Before him stood Jace, drenched in blood, his face twisted in anguish and rage.
"You're a demon… give me my body back!" Jace shouted, his voice echoing in the dark void.
Arecus—Jace's own reflection, laughed coldly. "So, you still exist, Jace?"
Jace's face contorted with pain and guilt. "You kill people… you killed Elina!" His voice broke as he spoke her name, his fists clenched tightly.
Arecus' eyes narrowed, amused by Jace's torment. "Kill people? I didn't kill anyone, Jace. You want to know who took Elina's life?" He leaned in, his voice a low, mocking whisper. "It was your hands that ended her life."
Jace staggered back, shaking his head in disbelief. "No… no you are lying, that can't be true. I would never… I-I couldn't have… I would never do something like that"
Arecus' grin only grew darker as he watched Jace's inner struggle. "How long are you going to keep rejecting yourself, Jace"
Jace was covered in blood, he felt the warmth of sunlight, he smiled looking at the sunrise
"Now I get it"
He turned back, sunlight surrounded his body
I have no regrets.... I was born because the world killed me and everyone pays for their actions
now this world will see a devil they gave birth to
CHAPTER-7 LyuK Amberian
Amberian of Luck
I am not scared of devils; I fought demons my whole life.... I was fighting them before I was born, I am still fighting them and I think I will be fighting after my death too.
June 26 2086Time 8:47 AM
Horikawa hurried up the stairs to the building, muttering, "Late again... gotta pick up the pace." When he finally reached, he stopped, noticing the place felt unusually empty.
"Where is everyone?" he wondered, glancing around. He looked for his lab coat, but unable to find it. He spotted a coworker and he walked over.
"Good morning! sir" she greeted him with a quick smile.
"Morning! Have you seen my lab coat anywhere?"
"Oh, right! I think the director left it in your office yesterday."
Horikawa sighed, making his way to his office. Sure enough, there it was, draped over the chair. He picked it up, squinting at it. "It looks worse than before… and why does it have holes?"
Just then, he heard faint music drifting down the hall. "Music? What, do we have a DJ here or something?" Curiosity piqued, he dropped the coat back on the chair and headed toward the sound.
He made his way to the main hall, and to his surprise, it was filled with lively music and people dancing, the atmosphere more like a party than the usual workday scene. Horikawa paused, a bit stunned—it wasn't something that happened here, ever. But instead of questioning it, he shrugged, smiled, and joined in with everyone, letting himself get lost in the unexpected celebration.
After dancing with the crowd and sampling the delicious food, a thought struck Horikawa. "I should invite the kid here—he'd love this." Excited, he pulled his phone out and dialled Jace.
Meanwhile, Arecus glanced at the phone buzzing in his hand but dismissed it with a shrug, tossing it back onto the bed.
"Ah man, why isn't that kid picking up?" Horikawa muttered, holding the phone to his ear. But his attention quickly shifted when he saw a dessert table piled high with treats. "Is that a choco moco?!"
He slid his phone back into his pocket and eagerly rejoined the party.
Arecus got up, stepping outside just as the first light of dawn painted the sky. Watching the sun rise, he stretched his muscles, feeling the cool morning air fill his lungs. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking it all in, then raised his hands to the sky, a determined look in his eyes.
"It's time to conquer the world,"
Arecus got ready for school, he noticed a change—a rush of energy he wasn't used to feeling in the morning. Usually, his walk to class felt heavy, marked by fatigue and a lingering haze of sleepiness. But today was different; each step felt purposeful, his senses sharpened, and his mind unusually alert.
When he reached the classroom, he headed for his usual seat. That girl waved and greeted him as he passed. He glanced at her briefly, his face expressionless, then continued on, sitting down without a word. Settling into his seat, he let his eyes roam around the room, taking in every small detail as if seeing it all for the first time, yet with an intense focus.
The sports festival was in full swing, the air filled with shouts and cheers as students competed across the fields. Jace stood near a tree, dressed in his sports uniform, watching the events unfold with his arms crossed, a steady, unreadable expression on his face.
Spotting him, the girl jogged over, also in her sports uniform. "Hello, Jace! What's up?" she greeted him with a cheerful smile, catching her breath as she stopped by his side.
He gave her a glance but stayed silent,
"Oh, right! I remember—you qualified for the race," said her
"Yes," he replied simply, his tone detached, before turning his attention back to the events, his eyes distant as if his mind were somewhere else entirely.
She stood beside him, quietly watching the events unfold. After a moment, she asked, "So, which class do you think will win?"
"I couldn't care less who wins," Jace replied, his tone indifferent.
She tilted her head, frowning slightly. "You're acting a little different today… is everything alright?"
Without breaking his focus from the field, Jace answered, "I'm all good."
Just then, an announcement crackled through the speakers, calling the boys' race to the starting line. She nudged him gently. "It's starting, Jace—you better get going."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going," he said, starting to walk toward the track.
She gave him a pat on the back. "Good luck! I'll be cheering for you," she called out, her smile warm and encouraging as she watched him go.
Arecus took his place on the track, lining up alongside Joel and the other finalists. His eyes blazing with newfound determination.
I am going to win this today no matter what, no more second or third anymore.
As the starting signal echoed through the air, the runners exploded off the line. Jace trailed behind as Joel immediately took the lead, pushing ahead with powerful strides that seemed unmatchable. Jace felt the adrenaline course through his veins, steadying his breathing as he set his focus on the runners ahead. This time, I'm not settling for anything less than first.
He dug in, his pace increasing with each stride. As his feet pounded against the track, he wove past one runner after another, his speed building as he moved through the pack with smooth, determined power. The world around him seemed to blur as he picked up even more speed, catching up to the frontrunners, one after another.
Jace felt a thrill as he finally passed the second-place runner, and soon he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Joel, who noticed him and glanced over, his expression twisted in disbelief.
"What's going on with him?" Joel muttered, eyes narrowing. Refusing to be outpaced, he poured all his energy into his stride, determined to keep up with this relentless push from Jace. They were neck-and-neck, each refusing to yield as they sprinted down the track, their footsteps in perfect sync.
Joel, drenched in sweat, shot a fierce look at Jace. "Why are you trying so hard, dammit? We're not the same."
Jace met his gaze, his cold stare piercing. "I'm better."
And with that, Jace unleashed a final, unstoppable burst of speed, his body stretching forward as he pulled away from Joel in the final stretch. The gap widened with each step as he left his rival in the dust, surging ahead to cross the finish line with an overwhelming lead.
"Yeahhh… I won!" Jace's voice rang out, his face bright with exhilaration. "I did it. I actually did it!" He was practically beaming as he held it up, savouring the victory.
Joel, watching from a distance, didn't share the excitement. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening with a mixture of frustration and disbelief as he watched Jace revel in the win.
Jace, headed back to his classroom, still admiring the medal in his hands. He turned it over, grinning as he muttered to himself, "I'm just better." He put the medal in his pocket
He stepped inside. His classmates carried on with their routines, indifferent, barely noticing his entrance.
He sat on his seat and looked at his classmates "Bunch of fools…... not everyone is like me after all"
After sitting through a few lectures in the classroom, the bell finally rang, signaling break time. Arecus got up and made his way out of the classroom
He wandered throughout the school, observing everything, he walked through the playground, the hallway and then the basketball court
As Arecus was walking out of the basketball court, with hands in his pockets, a smile on his face, suddenly, a loud crash echoed behind him. Something had fallen from the sky, smashing through the upper floor and crashing to the ground not far from where he stood.
He stopped, turning back in reaction to the sound. He saw a creature emerge from the debris. It was of the same kind he had defeated on his first day, "So, there was still one of you left, huh?" Arecus said with a straight face.
Few students that were present there quickly gathered, clustering near the beast, their faces a mix of awe and confusion as they tried to figure out what was happening.
Arecus glanced at the students and sighed, "Don't they all think too highly of themselves…", he mused, a hint of annoyance in his thoughts.
Arecus, unfazed, walked towards the chaos. "Step aside," Arecus said, his voice steady but filled with confidence. "Let me show you all how it's done."
Arecus charged at the beast, he clenched his fist, throwing a punch with all his strength, but the beast barely flinched. "What?" His voice wavered, surprise and confusion flashing in his eyes.
The beast retaliated, slamming its massive head into him. Arecus went flying back, hitting the wall with a brutal thud. Blood oozed from his wounds, trickling down to form a dark pool on the ground. The crowd looked on, some scoffing, others laughing. "What a fool, what is even thinking? Is he crazy?" they muttered.
Leaning against the cracked wall, Jace's gaze fell to his reflection in the blood beneath him. Tears welled in his eyes. "What's wrong with me? I thought… things were finally starting to turn around," he whispered, his voice breaking. He dipped his hands into his own blood, staring at his tear-streaked face reflected back at him. "You're nothing. You were always nothing. An average nobody thinking he could be special—what a joke." he screamed, choking on a laugh as tears ran freely.
He looked back at the beast "I'm done with all of it, Screw this…. I'm done with all of it."
He charged again, leaping onto the beast, landing another punch but still it was no different.
"Why did I feel that tiny glimmer of hope that it might actually work?" he muttered, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Now I'm about to go down… just where I belong."
Time seemed to slow as the beast swung its paw toward him. In that moment, Arecus accepted it, the weight of everything pressing down, but with a strange calm in his heart, as the beast's paw connected sent him crashing to the ground.
Jace laid on the ground, motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling as blood pooled around him. Mocking laughter echoed in his head, replaying over and over like a taunting chorus. He was trapped within his own mind, struggling against a torrent of self-doubt and despair.
From above, through the cracks left in the structure by the beast's fall, a figure watched him with steady eyes. "Come on, get back up once again, Jace," the figure urged, his voice firm and edged with encouragement. "Just like you got up before."
But Jace didn't respond. He simply lay there, lost in his turmoil.
The figure shook his head slightly, watching Jace's unmoving form.
"I came here to fight you…..but it seems like, you're busy fighting yourself."
The beast noticed the vulnerability and charged toward Jace, its monstrous presence making the crowd scatter
But then, in an instant, a figure appeared—a humanoid shape clad in gleaming white armor with a golden sheen, almost surreal, as if molded from plastic
The armored figure spread its arms, shielding Jace, placing itself between him and the charging beast
The beast leapt, its claws poised to strike, but the figure clenched its fist and threw a single powerful punch, meeting the beast mid-air.
In an instant, the beast was obliterated, a red mist filling the air as even the remnants of its form dissolved. The crowd was silent, stunned, as the figure stood before Arecus
Jace struggled, his palms pressing against the cold, blood-smeared floor as he tried to push himself up. His arms shook violently, his entire body screaming in protest.
"Come on... get back up," he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. "And run... run like the weak person you are supposed to be."
He gritted his teeth, his legs wobbling as he forced himself to stand. Blood dripped down his face, and his vision blurred, but he didn't stop. His trembling body betrayed his strength, yet he refused to collapse again.
Without sparing a glance at anyone or anything around him, Jace stumbled forward, his head low and his steps uneven. He made his way out of the hall
Jace's breathing slowly steadied with each step he took. The chaos and humiliation behind him faded into the distance as he emerged outside the school gates. He paused, leaning against a lamp post, the crisp air filling his lungs.
"Ah, my back hurts!" he groaned, lowering himself carefully onto the footpath beside the road. He sat there, head tilted back, watching the clouds drift in the sky.
The world around him seemed oddly peaceful in contrast to the storm that raged inside. After a while, the sharp pain in his back dulled, his body beginning to feel more manageable.
He exhaled deeply and got to his feet. Though his steps were slower, they were steadier now. he began walking toward a nearby hospital.
Jace managed to get a quick appointment, explaining to the staff that he had fallen down the stairs at school. The nurse nodded sympathetically and quickly attended to him, applying bandages to his back. They guided him to a hospital bed, where he lay down to rest for a while.
After about thirty minutes, Jace sat up, blinking in surprise. The pain that had been nagging him earlier was completely gone.
"I feel completely normal, like it never happened," he muttered, touching his back cautiously. There was no sting, no ache—nothing.
His fingers traced the area where the beast's attack had landed, but even there, there was no soreness. He pressed gently against his face where he had been struck and again felt nothing out of the ordinary.
"What the heck?" he whispered. "I recovered so quickly... but that was pretty bad, what happened to me at school."
Jace walked toward the house, his steps heavy with exhaustion. As he approached the door, he saw his mother standing on the doorstep, arms crossed and her expression stern.
"Where have you been, and why did it take you so long?" she asked, her voice sharp. "More importantly, you left your phone at home! Can you at least try to be a little more responsible?"
Her words hit him like a barrage, adding fuel to the simmering frustration already boiling inside him.
"Let me go inside," Jace muttered, his tone cold and curt. "I'm already tired."
But his mother didn't let up, stepping in his way and grabbing his arm. "No, you're not going anywhere until you give me an explanation," she said firmly.
Jace's patience snapped. "Let me go," he said, swatting her hand away with more force than necessary.
The hurt flashed across her face, but Jace didn't stop to notice. He brushed past her and stormed into the house, heading straight to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Horikawa strolled through the streets, carrying bags of treats in his hands.
"So, that kid never picked up the call…" he muttered, shaking his head with a faint smile.
He soon reached Jace's house and opened the main door. Inside, Jace's little brother was kicking a football around the garden, playing by himself. When the boy noticed Horikawa, his face lit up with excitement.
"Yo, sup, Uncle! What are you doing here?"
"Hey, kiddo no. 2," Horikawa greeted, ruffling the boy's hair. "Playing football again, huh? You sure love your sports."
Still catching his breath, Jace's little brother grinned widely. "Yeah, I love 'em!"
His eyes drifted to the bags in Horikawa's hands, curiosity sparking. "What's in those bags, Uncle?"
"Oh, these?" Horikawa said with a broad smile, holding them up slightly. "I brought some treats for all of you."
The boy's eyes widened with delight. "Hehe, come inside fast!"
"Yeah sure"
They walked into the living room together. Horikawa placed the bags on the table and flopped onto the sofa. Lil bro dashed off to the kitchen to find his mother.
"Mom, uncle's here!" he called excitedly.
Moments later, Jace's mother joined them in the living room and sat beside Horikawa. Lil bro eagerly grabbed one of the sweets from the bag and popped it into his mouth.
"This is so tasty, uncle!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up with happiness.
Horikawa chuckled. "Glad you like it. Hey, why don't you share some with your mom?"
Jace's mother gave him a grateful smile and took one of the treats. "Thank you, Horikawa. These are wonderful."
As they enjoyed the sweets, Horikawa leaned back on the sofa and looked around. "By the way, where's the kid?" he asked casually.
His sister frowned slightly. "I've told you before not to call him 'kid.' He's in his room."
"Want me to go call him, Mom?" asked lil bro, already munching on another sweet.
"Yeah, go call him," said Horikawa, waving his hand.
Lil bro grabbed a few more sweets and scampered off to Jace's room.
Lil bro opened the door to Jace's room. Inside, Jace was curled up, hiding himself under a blanket.
"Brother, you awake? Uncle's here, and he brought sweets for us all. Come join us!"
Jace's muffled voice came from under the blanket. "No, I don't wanna."
"But—"
"I said I don't want to!" Jace shouted, his voice cracking with frustration.
Lil bro stood silently for a moment, then turned around and made his way back to the living room.
Horikawa was sitting on the sofa, a sweet poised at his lips, ready to take a bite. The boy's words stopped him mid-motion.
"He said… he doesn't wanna join."
The sweet slipped from Horikawa's fingers, landing on the table with a soft thud. His jaw dropped in disbelief. "Wha—what? He doesn't want to join his super cool uncle? How's that even possible?!"
Jace's mother, seated nearby, sighed. "He's been acting like this since he came back from school. Don't mind him, brother."
"NO!" he strode toward Jace's room.
He barged into the room. "Yo, kid! Come join us all," Horikawa said firmly.
"No! I already said no. Please just go," Jace mumbled from under the blanket.
For a few moments, silence filled the room. Jace waited under the blanket, wondering if Horikawa had left.
Suddenly, Horikawa's hands darted under the blanket.
"What are you—" Jace barely managed to say before getting grabbed by the legs, uncle yanked him out with force.
"You're joining us, kid!" he said, hoisting Jace onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Let me go! I don't want to!" Jace protested, squirming and trying to free himself.
"Nope! You are extremely light if you don't want anyone to just pick you up and take you anywhere, do something about it" Horikawa replied cheerfully, ignoring his resistance."
Jace's face, a deeper shade of red. "Wha—" he stammered, glancing around in embarrassment.
He carried Jace out of the room and into the living room, finally dropping him onto the sofa.
Jace sat there, his face blank just looking down.
Horikawa grabbed a sweet from the table and held it out to Jace with his signature broad smile. "Here, kid, you can have it," he said warmly.
Jace stared at the sweet for a moment, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He was holding back tears as he thought, As long as I have these people by my side, everything is all good.
Finally, he leaned forward and took a bite from his uncle's hand.
"Ay! You wanna make me feed you now? You sussy baka," Horikawa teased, grinning mischievously.
Jace couldn't help but laugh through the mouthful of sweet. "Come on, uncle—"
"All right then, here, have one more," Horikawa said, grabbing another sweet and holding it out.
Jace chuckled, barely keeping the tears from spilling. "I can eat by myself, you know," he said, his laughter breaking through his defechnses.
"Listen, let's go for a walk. Come with me," said Uncle, a gentle smile on his face.
Jace hesitated but eventually followed. They stepped out into the open fields, the evening air cool and soothing. Uncle walked ahead, his hands in the pockets of his pants, while Jace trailed a few steps behind, his thoughts heavy but unspoken.
The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of deep orange and red. Uncle suddenly stopped and turned to look at the horizon. He pointed towards the glowing sun dipping below the hills.
"Sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" he said softly, his tone calm and reflective.
Jace stopped too, lifting his gaze from the ground to the brilliant sight before them. The light of the setting sun reflected in his eyes as he silently nodded
It's really beautiful I never realised it
"We are lucky that we get to see today's sunset…. Cause there are many people who wasn't able to make it today"
"Yeah, you're right, Uncle," Jace replied, his eyes fixed on the fiery horizon.
Their both faces glowing orange with the sunlight of setting sun
Uncle turned to face him; his expression soft but serious. "Now tell me, what's wrong?"
Jace froze, caught off guard. He opened his mouth to respond but stopped.
I can't—I can't tell him that. If I say it, Uncle will think I'm some kind of psycho… he thought to himself, keeping silent instead.
Uncle stopped for a moment, then placed his hand on Jace's head, ruffling his hair gently. "I hope you win the battles you don't talk about," he said with a smile.
The words hit Jace hard, and he couldn't hold back anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes and began streaming down his face. He tried to wipe them away quickly with his hands.
"Are you crying?" Uncle asked, his tone teasing but light. Jace didn't respond, the tears falling silently.
Uncle sighed, shaking his head. "If you're this sensitive, man, the world is going to break you. You've got to grow up, kid. Grow up."
"But I don't want to… I don't want to grow up," Jace replied, his voice trembling.
Uncle crouched slightly, meeting Jace's gaze. "Listen, every part of life has its own joys. Things change; they always do. You can't stay the same forever. I know you love the way things are—how simple and familiar they feel—but there's a whole world of new experiences out there. It's hella fun, kid. You just have to give it a shot."
Grow up kid
"Man, I should be the one crying here," Horikawa said dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm surviving on instant noodles because I bought you that fucking ice cream!"
"AYY... DON'T USE BAD WORDS!" Jace shot back, glaring. Then, softer, he added, "Bu-But why'd you buy us all sweets if you're struggling like that?"
"I didn't buy them," Horikawa replied. "I just picked them from a party at work. I even called you to invite you, but guess who didn't answer their phone?"
"Wha—" Jace huffed, kicking a small rock. "By the way, Uncle… you know what? Sometimes life's a bitch."
Horikawa immediately grabbed Jace by the ear, pulling lightly
"You're a kid. Don't use that kind of language!"
And there was Arecus, he used curse word more times than people used me.
HCR Headquarter
Two men walked briskly through a dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing off the walls. One was middle-aged, calm and composed, while the other, much younger, seemed on edge.
"Sir, the aliens… they're targeting us," the younger man said, his voice trembling slightly with fear.
"I already know that much," the older man replied, his tone measured and unbothered.
"Then why aren't we taking any action? The entire world is being kept in the dark," the younger man pressed, his frustration growing.
"We must not take any action," the older man said firmly.
"Why not? Are we just going to let humanity be wiped out? We were sworn to protect humanity—that's our job!" The younger man's voice grew tense, his frustration boiling over.
The older man turned sharply, grabbing him firmly by the arms. "Come with me," he ordered.
He led the younger man down the corridor and into an empty room. In the center was a long table, sleek and futuristic. The older man flipped a switch on the table, and a holographic map of the entire country illuminated before them. A single spot on the map glowed bright red.
"Do you see this?" the older man asked, pointing to the glowing mark.
"Yes, sir," the younger man replied, his brow furrowed. "That spot is glowing red, but why?"
"That," the older man said, his voice heavy with significance, "is the city of [city-name]."
"What's so special about it?" the younger man asked, confused.
"The extraterrestrial beings," the older man began, his tone grim, "are only targeting this specific area, within a radius of 30 kilometres."
"What? Why is that?" the younger man asked, his voice tinged with both disbelief and curiosity.
"We don't have a complete idea why this is happening," the older man said, his gaze fixed on the glowing red spot on the holographic map. "But one thing is certain—they're after something specific. They have a purpose. If their goal were pure destruction, humanity would already be wiped out."
The younger man furrowed his brow, deep in thought. "But what… and why?"
The older man paused for a moment, then spoke deliberately. "Perhaps it's what they mentioned on the first day…"
The younger man's eyes widened, his tone shifting to one of sudden realization. "The Blood of Amberion."
"Probably," the older man nodded. "Most likely. And if that's the case, the source of it must be within that radius. To be precise, it's likely tied to that singular unknown ancient structure, at the heart of the city—the Pyramid of Creed."
"But then why aren't we taking any kind of action? This makes no sense!" The younger man's voice was filled with frustration. "Even if they're after something specific, it's clear they mean no good, and we must do something!"
The older man sighed; his expression grim. "What would you have us do? Besides observing like spectators, we lack any weapons of mass destruction. That's thanks to the decisions of the previous leaders of HCR."
"Then build one, dammit!" the younger man snapped.
"We've already started," the older man replied, his tone steady but weary. "But it's going to take months to create something from scratch. All we can do is hope they don't find the source they're seeking—or worse, turn hostile toward the rest of the world."
The younger man clenched his fists, his voice trembling. "But why keep the world in the dark? This isn't right!"
The older man looked at him intently and asked, "Do you remember House No. 98 in the [name] colony?"
The question caught the younger man off guard. "Yeah... they were my neighbours. A tragic accident. The whole family, including their two kids, died in a car crash. But why are you asking about them?"
The older man stepped away from the table, pacing with a heavy gait. His voice grew weighty. "Listen, as humanity progressed, humans didn't become any better. The feelings of hatred, greed, and violence never left us. The world is still a sick place as it was before, we just made it seem that way that our new world is a beautiful place. the truth is, evil breeds more evil. We cannot erase evil, the best we can do is suppress it."
The younger man's thoughts raced. This is insane. It's straight up brainwashing. Fear crept into his chest, but he forced himself to calm down.
"Still," he said, "why keep humanity in the dark?"
The older man turned to face him, his gaze piercing. "If we reveal the truth, it will only create panic. And if the end of the world is truly near, it would be better for humanity to spend its final days in happiness and peace rather than chaos?"
They are all insane
"But what about the people in the affected area? Can't we isolate or evacuate them?" The younger man's voice grew desperate as he tried to find a solution. "We could claim there's been a nuclear leak or something like that to justify the isolation. It would save lives without causing mass hysteria!" He stopped, catching his breath.
The older man paused, considering his words. "We could do that," he admitted, "but what if the aliens change their strategy in response? If we act rashly, we could provoke them into unleashing destruction across the entire world. This isn't just about protecting one city—it's about humanity's survival. For now, the best course of action is to wait... and hope we're ready before they decide to become purely hostile."
The younger man turned to leave, frustration and unease evident in his tense movements. As he reached the door, the older man called out from behind him, his voice calm but laden with finality.
"Sweetest lies are always better than bitter truths."
The younger man stopped in his tracks, standing still for a moment. He didn't reply, nor did he turn back. Instead, he resumed walking, exiting the room with countless questions swirling in his head.
As he stepped outside, the bright blue sky stretched above him, starkly contrasting the heavy thoughts weighing him down. Cars zipped past on the road, the bustle of life continuing as if everything were normal. He stood there, watching the mundane scene unfold, the world carrying on oblivious to the looming reality he now grappled with.
A thought struck him, piercing through the noise in his head. "Is this the real world?"
He lowered his gaze to his hands, staring at them
"But I would rather live in a real-bitter world, than a fake one,"
...….
The young man's eyes lit up with a sudden idea, as though a spark had ignited in his mind.
"Alliance," he muttered under his breath before breaking into a sprint back toward the building.
Fumbling for his cell phone, he dialled a number, his breath quickening with every step. As soon as the call connected, he shouted into the receiver, "Book me a chopper! Right now!"
The voice on the other end hesitated, startled by the urgency. "W-what, sir? This is so random!"
"Just do it!"
"Sir, that would cost you 80% of your monthly salary—"
"I don't care! Just make it happen!" he barked, cutting the conversation short as he reached the building's entrance.
Hanging up the call, he tossed the phone aside without a second thought, Adrenaline surged through him as he tore up the staircase, his feet pounding the concrete steps. Eight floors later, he burst onto the rooftop, gasping for breath.
Above him, the chopper descended, its powerful blades whipping the air, causing his clothes to ripple and sway. He threw his head back, a wide, exhilarated grin splitting his face.
"I'm coming, city of Mulan!" he yelled into the wind, his voice brimming with thrill and excitement
Sicus made his way back to the ship, pitch dark room Zexus was sitting on his throne
"Where were you gone?" asked Zexus
"I have successfully pin pointed the location of blood"
"Is Arecus still there?"
"No, I don't think so…"
"Yeah, we saw him die with our own eyes. So where is it… The blood"
"I wasn't able to get it…. Just like he said to us, we are not worthy enough"
"What is the next step"
"I know a person for this task"
PLANET- 0T0B [ Homeland of Gods]
There was expanse of grasslands, the sky painted in shades of blue mingled with soft hues of grey. The hills were gentle, covered in short grass that gleamed with a faint bluish tint. At the heart of this tranquil landscape stood a simple white hut-like structure—open, without walls—and inside were a white table and two matching chairs.
A woman sat gracefully on one of the chairs. Her flowing pink hair shimmered softly under the muted sunlight, and a delicate white crown adorned her head moving down till her chin, giving her an ethereal presence. And he was sitting across her, his posture relaxed, sharing the peaceful moment with her.
On the table between them rested an elegant tea set, steam wafting gently from their cups. The air carried the subtle aroma of tea leaves and sweetness.
"Here, try this," the woman said, her voice warm and melodic as she handed him a small plate with a neatly arranged cookie or cake.
"Oh, thank you," he replied, accepting it with a smile. He took a bite, savouring the taste, and they both chuckled softly, lost in the simple joy of each other's company.
The moment felt timeless.
But suddenly, he glanced away, as though hearing a distant call. "Suna is calling me," he said, his voice gentle but resolute.
He stood up, placing the half-eaten cookie back on the table. Reaching for his helmet, which rested beside the teacups, he gave the woman a parting smile.
"I have to leave, but I'll be back soon," he promised, his tone steady yet kind, as he waved to her and walked away.
She did not turn to watch him leave, nor did her expression shift. she reached for her cup with a quiet grace, taking another sip of tea.