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DICE [14] b
"If you don't go look for Sir Xavier, not only Sir Xavier's life is in danger. The galaxy, your child is also in danger."That warning has come to her more than once. Until one incident almost led to their downfall, where they were walking down the street after shopping for groceries, suddenly a sedan targeted them and refused to stop chasing them. Bellamie remembers it vividly. Gala she was carrying half-forced. Finally, she decided to leave, leaving her son alone. With trust in her kind neighbor; Mr. Richard.Her tears fall, wetting her cheeks."Gala," she whispers softly.Suddenly, she feels someone embracing her waist. Tight. Also... a scent of perfume that she has started to recognize belongs to whom. This immediately makes her body freeze. She doesn't even realize when the ruler's convoy entered the mansion. Usually, she knows when the homeowner arrives. Not wanting to talk much and demanded this and that, Bellamie prefers to sit on the edge of her bed. Waiting until the man com
DICE [15] a
On this intense South Metro night, it's way more nerve-wracking than the previous months. Gala got home later than usual tonight. Dragging two large trash bags out the back door, he seems drained of energy. His stamina is depleted because there was a massive promotion at Mr. Kim's restaurant all day. Luckily, maybe because of the substantial profit the hefty man received today, he generously allowed all his staff to eat what was prepared in the kitchen.As Gala takes a taste, his brow furrows. The dishes made by Hanry, the head chef here, still don't match up to the deliciousness of Dice's cooking. Does the sophistication in Dice's system rival skilled chefs?Walking sluggishly with Dice by his side, glowing brightly blue, illuminating Gala's steps. No words pass between them. Dice occasionally glances at his master, who visibly shows signs of exhaustion. Fortunately, tomorrow is his day off. Dice hopes his master can rest peacefully without anyone bothering him, especially those neig
DICE [15] b
As Dice expected when entering the flat; Gala would fall asleep easily even though he hadn't shown what South Metro is. Also, the chicken soup he asked for. His master is still asleep in his dirty uniform. His worn-out shoes are still perfectly attached to his feet. Gala's body actually no longer fits on the old sofa. Even the cushion is almost completely flat, but Gala still lies down there.Dice, who watches Gala from the kitchen, just shakes his head slightly. He doesn't serve his homemade chicken soup. Gala's house looks nice now. Not many scattered items and quite tidy. Dice helped tidy up without Gala's knowledge. How could he tidy up when every day Gala was made tired by the work he did? Considering he supports himself, working hard in South Metro is a must.She looks at her palm. The orange glow blends with the blue light she emits. She's a bit unsure of what she's going to do today, but Gala does need a trigger. "Forgive me, Master," she says softly. When she's near Gala, she
DICE [16] a
Dice provided a device for them to communicate. Even though Gala knew they could communicate in whispers and very low voices, Dice chose to prepare something else. Gala is sometimes careless and quite haphazard in his actions."Do I just need to stick it here?" Gala asks to confirm. The device is a very small circle, without cables, and its button can only be touched by the tip of Gala's nail. Dice said it just needs to be stuck on the edge of his ear, similar to an earring. Gala scrunches his face disapprovingly when Dice explains how to use it."Yeah, Master.""It's just a hassle," Gala complains while grumbling. After the device is securely in place, Gala uses the worn-out thick jacket he found in his mother's closet as a cover. He doesn't have any other shoes except the ones he wears for work, so he uses those again to go to the city. In his opinion, he's decent enough for the journey this time. The distance from his house to the city center is about an hour and a half by subway.
DICE [16] b
A bald-headed man with a dragon tattoo around his neck walks quickly. Several other men in dark brown uniforms follow him with equally fast steps. In the man's hand, there's a file he has to give to the ruler. Also, a separate report that will be conveyed directly from the local security.This information is very important to know, especially after a long time with no news about the whereabouts of the object being chased aimlessly. It suddenly appeared on the outskirts of the city, quite far away. Everyone who knows about this object and its owner is quite scared to plan a strategy. They must not be destroyed without a trace."Master," he quickly calls as he opens the door to the room with a towering door. The view of Metro South from the large window in front of him is beautifully displayed. Although it's still daytime outside, Metro South and its city arrangement truly deserve praise.In the middle, not far from the large window, there's a high-backed chair where someone sits casual
DICE [17]
This journey, Gala enjoyed it with pure joy. It's been so long since he breathed air so freely. No one yelled at how lousy he moved or gave him weird looks, especially from Luke. Gala never missed an inch of the bus journey that would take him to the subway station later. Inside the train, he was sure there would be no scenery to see except dark corridors. The music Dice played continued to play, making Gala quite happy. There's no more conversation between them. Dice, even though not visible to others, doesn't want to defy her master's orders.Arriving at the station, Gala hurried to catch the train that would depart shortly. It didn't take much time to wait for the next train, but Gala still had to save time. His Code Person had passed the inspection. How the card contained information and the owner's data was needed for many trips wherever he wanted to go. This raised questions for Gala."Dice," Gala calls in a hushed tone, although Dice has already explained how this tool works."
DICE [18]
"Are you sure I'm wearing this?" Gala asks with a puzzled expression. A black shirt paired with black pants and worn-out shoes replaced by a fancier pair completely transforms Gala's appearance. Yet, he only bought the clothes from a store available all along the city edges he passed. Gala asked Dice to show him a store where, according to her, the prices were still reasonable."Sure, sir," Dice widens her smile, albeit awkwardly. But she genuinely shows her sincerity."Not over the top?"Dice quickly shakes her head, then hands him something she deems suitable for her boss. A square-framed glasses with a not-too-thick frame. Gala frowns in dislike."Why do I have to wear this?""This isn't just ordinary glasses, sir. Here, you can read information clearly about everyone you meet, including...""What?" Gala gets impatient. He flips the glasses with a curious face. There's nothing special about his vision regarding these glasses. "Does Xavier wear these too?""No, sir. Mr. Xavier is us
DICE [19]
Gala stared back at the building he had just entered, only the lobby part though. The breeze started to make Gala pull his jacket closer. He clutched his backpack even tighter. His head started to recall what month it was. Was it really this cold in October? Why didn't Gala feel it much back in Lot 1?Outside the building, at a considerable distance, Gala turned back to carefully observe the building. He strengthened his resolve about the decision he had just made. He couldn't understand why his mind quickly decided to save his mother, leaving his monotonous life in Lot 1. He quickly sent a message to Mr. Kim, letting him know he had business for the next week.In Gala's mind, he wasn't sure if he could return that quickly, as he felt he might face danger. But... this was his mother. He couldn't let it linger. Especially lately, flashes of dreams or realities or even a future where his mother often appeared when Gala closed his eyes, solidified his determination."Are you sure, man?"