I thought that was the end of us, but more than five minutes had passed and nothing was happening to him and his body was still intact. I slowly opened my eyes as I turned to Lucifer, who was still unconscious. After a while, I felt water dripping from my left cheek, so I turned my gaze to the sky. What is going on, and where did that drop of water come from? I whispered in my mind with a look of surprise on my face. I touched my face and wiped it with my own palm where I smelled it, but it smelled nothing. Furthermore, I looked up at the sky again as I narrowed my eyes. Could it be that I'm just making a wrong assumption? Can't it just be a saliva? I looked for a moment in J's direction, but I noticed that he was silently crying while his eyes were closed, and he was also holding Lucifer's hand tightly. Because of that, I shook my head and wondered where that drop of water came from as the ground was not wet and there was no river near where we were now, and it was also impossible th
To be honest, I often don't like it raining and like ordinary kids who don't like the rain, I also get to sing, “Rain, rain go away.” Besides that, even though I grew up in a religious family, I never believed in miracles. My parents are religious where they cannot miss attending church every week, but I am far from their beliefs. But at this moment the smile on my face could hardly be removed as my eyes were closed, and I looked up at the sky as I felt every drop of rain. I don't know if it's appropriate to call it a miracle because it just happened to happen at the right time when we desperately needed a cold climate. Because of the heavy rain, Lucifer's previously high temperature gradually dropped along with the cold breeze. But in those moments I didn't feel any cold because I was just enjoying every drop of rain falling on my face. Even J couldn't believe what he was seeing, where he was speechless with a wide smile on his lips. I slowly opened my eyes while my whole body was we
“The legendary player who was once part of the group known as Merciless who was feared and looked up to by everyone and also known as one of the best in swordsmanship, none other than you, Lucifer. I know you can hear me, and I also know that you are awake because I can feel your strange energy.” After I said that, he slowly opened his eyes, and then he turned to look at me with a frown and a trace of astonishment on his face. “How are you doing? I bet you're wondering who I am right now and maybe there's a lot going on in your mind right now that you want to know from me, am I right?” I added as I drew a short smile on my lips. “Don't worry because I don't have any bad intentions towards you, and I'm not even an enemy. Ahh, yes, I forgot that we are enemies and competitors in your eyes, right?” I said to him sarcastically while raising one eyebrow, but he didn't seem to care about everything I said to him even if I meant to insult him. He quietly got up and stood. He tried to take a
“Lucifer wake up. Can you hear me?” I keep telling him, but nothing has changed in him, and he still hasn't woken up. Other people around me helped me where they helped to lift him and carry him on my back. Someone also helped me take him to a safer place, so he could be treated right away. I immediately ran while carrying him on my back and I kept calling him by his name, but he still unconscious. With the help of a good man, I got to a place where we often call it a clinic in our real world, but in this game world they call it a healing center. I immediately went inside, and then I looked all around me. Everyone there is busy, they are all doing something and running somewhere. There were many other patients inside who were more seriously injured, and only wailing complaints could be heard inside. Those moments stopped me, I felt like my time stopped running, and it was as if I didn't hear any noise from around me as long as my attention was focused on those who were crying and scre
I kept shouting, but no one seemed to hear me. No matter what I ask for help from every person around me, they all just look at me and turn away with a line of wrinkles on their foreheads. While I was forcibly pulled by the arms of two strange men and I tried to resist them, they didn't seem to care about me because they thought I had a mental illness. After a while, a woman suddenly approached me and stopped in front of me. I stopped and looked at her from head to toe. At that moment, I thought that she might be different from them and that she might be able to help me, so I urgently approached her to beg her to help me. “Listen to what I have to say. These people are dangerous, and they keep people here even though they are not sick. Help me, we need to save them and get them out of this place or else it will only make the others worse who is sick. I have a friend out there, and I'm sure he'll help us when he finds out about it. Believe me.” I whispered to her, while she just looked
I just kept running while a group of men in their late twenties chased me. No matter where I turned or looked, I could see them just scattered around me, so I couldn't get out of that place right away. It wasn't easy, but I still didn't stop because I was their only hope. I tried to lead them away, and I ran even faster as I entered a room to hide and immediately closed the door. I was panting and leaning against the back door as I was sweating profusely from nervousness. Furthermore, I heard the footsteps of their shoes where they were now heading to where I was. As they got closer to me, the nervousness in my chest grew stronger, but after a while the noise I heard from outside disappeared when they passed the room where I was. It was only then that I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked all around me, where I was stunned to notice that there were several patients in that room. I immediately approached them and watched their pale faces. They were in their fifties and looked like th
I have no money, I have nothing with me but myself. But I can't go back to us empty-handed, so I thought of another way to solve my problem. Even though I was walking there, my attention was aroused by the chaos that was happening there. It appears that there are people fighting there but no one has the courage to stop them, instead they seem to be enjoying themselves. “What are they doing?” I whispered to myself. I temporarily stopped walking as I looked at the two men who were now fighting with only their fists. “Alright, knock him down!” I heard a man shout from behind me. I was surprised to turn around where they had wide smile lines on their lips and seemed to be enjoying what they were watching. Until his opponent fell to the floor and was bathed in his own blood, but no one tried to help him, instead they screamed loudly and seemed to be celebrating his defeat. In addition to that, I noticed that they were exchanging money with each other as if they had made a bet between the t
“It's clear what we mutually agreed on, and all you have to do is take him down.” He said to me where he turned his gaze to the man he was referring to me. I looked around where I noticed that people seemed to be leaving. But they can't leave because they have to watch the reckoning between the two of us, and they have to bet on which of the two of us will be the last man standing until the end. He seemed to notice that I was doubting, so he immediately let go of my hand, causing me to turn my gaze to him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly screamed as if he was calling everyone's attention. “It's not over yet because I'm challenging Rocky for a second fight.” When they heard what he said, they all stopped and turned to him with a look of surprise on their faces, even my competitor Rocky also turned to look at him. To our left, our attention was drawn to a mysterious man who was giggling as he walked closer to where we were, and then he stopped in front of him. He looked at him from head to to