"Aaaaaa!"
Lucius woke up with his body drenched in sweat. It felt like after a strenuous physical activity, with his breath coming in gasps.
It seemed that he had a nightmare, making the guard who had been monitoring nearby immediately approach. He was surprised by Lucius' cries that sounded as if he was suffering.
"What happened?" the man asked not out of concern, but because he wanted to get additional information. The general who led them there had given him the task of seeking more information, with the promise of a promotion in return.
"I saw red lightning, red lightning appeared again," Lucius said with a gasp.
"Appeared? Where?" the person asked in surprise, glancing into the dank prison room through the iron bars.
"No, no. I saw it in a dream," Lucius replied.
"In a dream? Are you sure you're not having hallucinations?" the guard asked, and Lucius shook his head quickly. He looked serious now, as evidenced by his frightened face and labored breathing.
"What did you see?" the guard asked.
"I saw the red flashes getting more and more real. And suddenly I heard a voice," said Lucius, deliberately cutting off his explanation to add to the dramatic effect of the story.
"Then?" asked the guard.
"The voice told me how to get it," Lucius replied.
This almost made the guard scream with excitement. Fortunately, he was able to control himself and tried to look normal in front of Lucius.
"This is a pile of gold! I can get a high position if I give this information," he thought.
It was as if these past days were his lucky days. Everything went smoothly, and he was even promised a promotion. He would get out of this prison and have a higher position, and be honored.
"Is what you said true?" asked the general named Nefion impatiently. He had gotten unexpectedly lucky, and now the young man they had captured was claiming to know how to open the treasure.
"..." Lucius just nodded while trying to calm himself down.
"Is this young man the key to retrieving the treasure? I've been waiting for years and still haven't figured out how to get the power of the red lightning," the general thought.
"Your name is Lucius, isn't it?" asked the general politely after Lucius' breathing stabilized.
"Yes, sir," Lucius replied.
"Lucius, I can give you a new life. You don't need to be a government dog anymore, you can be free with a new identity and a new life. But, you have to help me."
"What can I do for you, sir?" asked Lucius innocently. However, the general immediately shook his head slowly.
"That will be difficult. I can only give you a new identity, and you will live with that identity for the rest of your life. You don't have a family, do you? That's not a problem," said the general.
"Very well, I promise to assist the master in retrieving the red lightning artifact."
"Good, call another shadow guard to open his chains and give him a decent meal," the general said as he walked towards the door.
But before reaching the door, he paused as if remembering something important. He turned around and looked at the prison where Lucius was being held.
"We'll leave tomorrow, I hope you don't do anything stupid before then," said the general, both a promise and a threat on how Lucius should behave at least before the day they went to look for the artifact. In other words, the general ordered Lucius to behave himself.
"Sigh..."
"If I knew they would give me such good food, I should have done this from the beginning," thought Lucius whose stomach was full from the food given.
"As I expected, the general is very obsessed with this artifact. There may be a story I don't understand in the future, but certainly in the future the general didn't get any artifacts. I never even heard his name," Lucius muttered quietly. Too quietly, even the few guards behind him did not hear the young man's mutterings.
"They should have come by now," Lucius muttered while calculating the time in his head. Something he had predicted and seemed to be right.
Several people in full gear seemed to be approaching in a hurry. They headed towards Lucius whose clothes were soaked in sweat.
"Are you serious about what you told the guards earlier?" the general named Nefion looked impatient. It was as if they had gotten unexpectedly lucky before, and now the young man they had captured was claiming to know the way to get the artifact.
"..." Lucius just nodded, ready to answer.
"I am ready, sir," he said.
"So, the artifact is not here?" thought Lucius as they arrived at the location. They were standing at the edge of a giant hole that measured tens of kilometers across. The depth of the pit was so great that the people on it looked like a grain of sand when viewed from space.
"This is a government mine, not just a gold mine," the general said suddenly, laughing softly.
"You're not allowed to touch anything here unless you're told to. If you do, I'll have your head smashed in," threatened the general as if to tell Lucius the boundaries that should not be violated.
"Secondly, don't even think about running away. You must know the consequences, and they are far more painful than death."
"Third, do not talk to anyone you will meet under this mine. Understood?" the general asked again, and Lucius nodded slowly as if afraid of the three threats.
Lucius' face looked scared, but in his heart he smiled and felt intrigued. As if there was another secret that he would discover on the way to the bottom of the mine.
"If you have understood, we will leave," said the general as he jumped into the abyss. This made Lucius wide-eyed because he did not expect the general to do something dangerous like that.
"Is he really that strong?" whined Lucius inwardly, who had underestimated the general from the start.
"Damn, it's getting difficult," the young man annoyed inwardly. He didn't have time to say anything because several guards immediately restrained him, strapped on the safety gear and parachute, and pushed him to jump with them.
Lucius never thought that the general possessed such great strength. The clear evidence was how the general jumped without a parachute and fell at the bottom of the mine pit unharmed. "Looks like I have to rethink this plan," Lucius thought as he landed with the parachute attached to his back. He looked around, with boulders and mining vehicles busy moving below. "They are busy mining gold, but forgetting important things like food and drink," Lucius muttered when he saw several trucks carrying gold out of the mine. "Welcome, general," greeted one of the guards there respectfully to the newly arrived group. It was as if they recognized the general in charge of the secret prison who had just arrived. "Oh, Nefion, why are you here all of a sudden?" the general hadn't had time to answer, when suddenly a large man hurriedly approached him. The man with blond hair and a square face smiled broadly when he saw the general present at the mine site. "General Conrad, nice to meet you," sa
Nestled within a tightly guarded, pristine forest in the heartland, a scene unfolded that wasn't typical for the secluded area. Today, it wasn't the untamed wilderness that sparked intrigue; it was the presence of two men, standing amidst the dense greenery, their attention riveted on something that lay before them. "Donned in a mask resembling a monkey, is this what they discovered?" inquired one man, his identity veiled by the sculpted disguise. Beside him, another figure stood, his face equally obscured but with a plain white mask, its simplicity stark against the elaborate carving of his companion's. "Indeed, sir. Reports suggest that the area is teeming with unidentifiable energy fluctuations," the man in the plain mask replied. "I can sense it. Even when I harness my inner strength, I can't decipher these energy pulses." The timbre of his voice suggested a man in his prime, likely under forty. His hand, outstretched towards the pulsating, soft yellow light. It bore resembla
The sight was breathtaking. The violent flashes of lightning, crackling and colliding, conveyed a palpable sense of impending doom to the onlookers. Even Lucius, despite possessing the system of the King of the Dead, felt a slight pressure emanating from the relentless red lightning bolts. "Now begin. You mentioned a dream of procuring it, didn't you?" General Nefion abruptly requested, clearing a path towards the ferocious display of elemental force. "Damn, they're relentless," grumbled Lucius, noting the weapons aimed unwaveringly at his head, primed to retaliate at any hint of treachery. [The seedling of the Red Lightning System detected. Ten more years needed for it to mature.] "This waiting time is indeed excessive," Lucius muttered, reflecting on the validity of the information from his previous life. He contemplated the Red Lightning System that was destined to create a hero — the very system that had been forcibly snatched from that hero by the apocalyptic beast. Under th
"Your every action betrays your uniqueness," Lucius declared, staring at the stern general who appeared to be channeling his inner power. This was the same man who had once plunged, fearlessly, from the precipice of a deep mine. "And yet, you remain silent on my proposition," Lucius reminded. "Your offer to join the military? Regrettably, I have no such inclinations." "Do you not fear the life of a fugitive then?" "If I harbored such fear, I would never have defied expectations to begin with," Lucius retorted, his characteristic grin stretching across his face. "A shame. You possess the raw potential of a high-ranking military officer," the middle-aged man sighed, his fist tightening once more. Like an aircraft preparing for takeoff, the air around him hummed with potent energy. "Booommm!" He became a blur, moving so swiftly that Lucius could barely track his movement. Running purely on instinct, Lucius tilted his head, narrowly avoiding a blast of energy reminiscent of a cannon
"What's that noise?" Conrad, a man with golden hair, exclaimed in surprise. A disturbing vibration coursed through the ground beneath him, too strong to be ignored. "Could it be General Nefion?" he wondered aloud. With no time to spare, he slammed the door behind him and dashed out of the small room located at the mine shaft entrance. "Mr. Conrad, is something amiss?" a guard called out, visibly startled by Conrad's haste. "Nothing to worry about," Conrad replied over his shoulder, his words barely audible as he bolted away. Conrad was a military general responsible for overseeing the mine and all its personnel. More importantly, he was aware of the mysterious red lightning deep within the mine, a phenomenon that had already claimed several lives of those daring enough to approach it. "I have a bad feeling about this," he thought, navigating the mine with the agility of a squirrel. His fear confirmed when he arrived at the bottom to find the red lightning missing, bodies strewn ac
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