Third Person Point of View______________________________Captain Israel met her fall and was no longer the second Captain of the ocean. But she was replaced by a man who had been transported in that very world. His name was Captain Arata. The moment the pirates chanted his name was the moment everyone knew what was about to come. Rumour spread like wildfire, and it had also reached the Governor of the Kingdom. A man sat inside in his municipality, with a pile of notes resting on his deck. It was a peaceful afternoon. He was about to finish his work when a messenger came and disrupted his peace.“S-Sir! G-Governor! Thank goodness, you’re here!” the courier panicked, and fell flat on the floor. By the time he found his footing, the messenger fixed himself and caught his breath.“This better be good. Tell me you’ve found the pirates, or else I’ll have you deported to whence you’ve come from.”The man, who was the governor, was in a pretty bad mood. After all, he had finished hundreds…
Prologue Owari Ryutarou___________________________“You know the difference between watching a documentary of a lion eating a zebra and a zebra running away from a lion?” the man in front asked me a question, while casually walking on the aisle of corpses and bones piled like a carpet. This place was called Skull Island. Even an elementary student would guess the name of the island unlike some buffoons I knew. “It’s the fact where you choose which side you are on. If you first watched the zebra getting eaten by the lion, you’d feel tragic for the zebra. But if you watched the lion eating the zebra, you’d say it’s the circle of life."The sound of heavy wind and rain rang in my ears, a testament to the power and strength of the forces of nature. But really though, it was better than listening to whatever nonsense this nutjob standing over me was spewingAs I came to, I found myself on the ground, having been beaten by the fellow in the pirate hat. I tried to stand up, only to feel m
Owari’s Journey Begins!_________________________________I could still remember that day. I was six years old when I first went to my elementary school, and my older brother, Fubuki Ryutarou, was a college student. However, he also had a part time job at the nearest convenience store. Fubuki had been juggling those two things all by himself just to cater what we needed inside the house. We lived in an apartment that could fit in an elephant. It was also the cheapest one my brother could afford. But I didn’t care about any of it. All I wanted was for me to live with my brother, and I would be the happiest kid in town.After our parents died, it was just Fubuki and me. Fubuki made a decision, and he planned on finishing his school while helping me get any job that I wanted. He became my brother and a parent. I wanted to help him and asked if I could find myself a part-time job as soon as I become a highschool student, but Fubuki insisted that I should focus on my studies and top every
Owari Ryutarou After 30 years later ________________________ “Have the medicine ready,” I uttered, and instructed the man to do as I said. “I want to see my patients, pronto, and see if it would work this time.” “As you command, sir.” The secretary beside me wanted to refuse, but couldn’t, since I owned the place and they were working for me. As we marched on the labyrinth hallway, we eventually reached the end. And that was where my laboratory was located. The drug I had been working on was called “Miracle Drug”. It would not only cure cancer but other sickness as well without receiving any repercussions or side effects to the human body. Some scientists believed this was impossible. But those fools didn’t know the value of my work. I was superior then and more intelligent than those dimwitted civilians! I suggested those colleagues of mine examine the drug inside a live human, but they offered a cadaver. A fucking dead body won’t do shit for my medicine. Were they mocking me
I expected that the Miracle Drug would be finished by tomorrow morning, before the sun could even show up in the sky. Until then, I had to prepare myself for the speech and show to the world what I had done… The families of those criminals who had died received compensation just to make them shut up. Nobody should know what was happening inside this laboratory. At least, that was what I had suspected. Until someone leaked the happenings through the whole world. The moment I got out from the laboratory, dozens of police cars waited for me outside. And it wasn’t just them. There were also reporters standing by, filming the rest of what was about to happen. Right next to these journalists were scientists and other physicians that I was not familiar with. “Mister Owari Ryutarou, we have a police warrant, and you are under arrest! You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against
“How do you plead when all evidence leads to you. Your medicine, although may or may not cure cancer, has killed eleven thousand from your experiments alone. And that’s the only thing we’ve heard from you. There are other leading causes aside from using these criminals for your experiment, which will add to your case.” “Do you plead guilty, Doctor Owari Ryutarou, for the crimes you’ve committed. Accepting everything that is mentioned before will reduce your sentence inside the prison?” the judge continued. My lawyer kept saying that I should say nothing and he should be the one speaking for me. I did as he instructed, but I knew sooner or later I would speak for myself. I was just passing the time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. “Please bring the witness and a criminal that is found inside your laboratory.” The prosecutor in charge of my case motioned his fingers and briefly ordered the police officers and a few staff from the room. Moments later, the guards returne
The moment the announcers, journalists, court reporters, and other scientists who had funded my research emerged from the courtroom, I now took the spotlight. This was now my meeting. Beggars can't be choosy. As long as I had a place where I could show my work to the world, I would do anything for it. Thankfully, my secretary arrived just in time, bringing with him the Miracle Drug that I had made. It was now perfect. After the man who successfully lived after digesting the drug without receiving any complication, he was taken care of and now I had the perfect medicine. That prisoner was already going to die. And since I was in a courtroom, having him in this case would spell trouble for me. So it was best to get rid of him for my personal game of explaining the effects of the Miracle Drug. The prosecutors, security guards, judges, and other staff couldn’t do a thing about it. When the crowd of international pharmacology staff and the Global Drug Department or GDD had entered the r
That was when the fake prisoner, who was invited to be a witness in the court, stood and revealed a gun in his hand. Everyone was speechless, and the guards were too slow to react. Time moved sluggishly, but I understood what the criminal had to say before he pulled the trigger. “The one you’ve killed as your subject… was my father…. He never did anything… and was falsely accused….”I didn’t care about the criminals involved in my affairs. As long as I was doing my research or the Miracle Drug, that was the only thing I cared about. Those people affected by my work were worthless, and those who intervened in my research were even worse than scum.The people who couldn’t afford the drugs were all praising me like seals eating my offered fish. But others were mindless. They didn’t see the potential of my work and would gladly put it under the rug.And that specific person was a human who followed his inner rage. When the prisoner pulled the trigger, the guards and other people who had