Rescuing the Real Chairman and an Approaching Disaster
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"Mmm...do you have something on you that's not that sentimental?"
"Eh? What do you mean by that?"
"Like a pencil or a pen."
"A-ah. In that case, please accept this."
I gave Yukti a card that I didn't use not even once.
It's my newly-bought cricket bat.
"A cricket bat? Are you sure about giving this to me? What I'm about to do would change this rune card into something else."
"Ah well... I just bought that yesterday on a whim. Please use it as you wish."
Yukti just scratched his head and lets out a sigh.
"Well, if you say so."
He then used a rune card by placing it on the top of my cricket bat rune card.
That card he's about to use is a Disposable.
Disposables are those rune cards that could only be used once. These kinds of rune cards are usually used as equipment enhancement. The enhancement also goes into two ways; temporary and permanent.
"Now, I would like you to take a couple of steps behind me."
"Huh? Okay."
A faint light shrouded the cards, which were now merged as one. Yukti then positioned himself as if he's a baseball batter.
"Well then, here goes nothing."
He swing in the air.
But nothing happened.
"Huh? That's it?"
"Yes. Let's go."
"But what about the--"
"The traps? They're already disarmed."
Seriously?
We continued walking towards the door and as what Yukti said, the traps no longer triggered as we passed by.
I'm dumbfounded. This Yukti guy got a lot of tricks beneath his sleeve. I'm starting to wonder if my sister found this guy in some shady alley or something similar to that.
•••
We made it through the traps.
Now, all we need to do is to save the chairman and get out of this stinky place.
However...
I feel that there's something wrong.
I turned my attention to Snow, who immediately paused her movements as our eyes met.
"Let's stop here."
"Huh? What do you mean by that? Are you saying that we'll retreat without rescuing the chairman?"
"We will, fear not. My rune card tells me that there are activated rune cards in the next room. Our lives will be the price if we just go inside."
"What should we do?"
I whispered to her ear the details of how to continue this rescue mission and she agreed after saying the words, "You're pretty shrewd, you know?"
I'll just take that as a compliment.
•••
"Just as I thought! I knew that THAT b***h would try and rescue the chairman!"
I went here after receiving the report of one of my henchmen; the door to the chairman's room has been opened.
"What should we do now, boss?"
"We will continue our pursuit you dumb nitwit! It's not a problem though. We will capture them."
Yes. There's not a single problem. I made sure of that.
The path before she could enter the room is now laid with traps, and the room itself is the greatest trap they prepared for me.
"There are rune cards activated in that room and upon entering, the rune card [Siphon] and [Decay] will affect that girl."
"That's our boss! You're a genius!"
"I knew that before I was born, so stop spouting facts."
Now, all we have to do is to wait for the rune cards to be activated.
Kukuku...
KUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!
•••
Somewhere in Gaia...
A tall male teenager, with a fragile physique just sighed, leaning on my cabinet and cried softly.
...
For the third time I failed at my studies.
I got a nasty grade within my current semester.
"How am I going to tell my parents that I got this low grade?"
That idea crossed on my mind. Perhaps it's time for me to quit schooling permanently. I'm a weak-willed person, and just a gentle touch of failure is enough for me to surrender. As I've been thinking about it, something crossed my mind. I just realized that everything I do don't go as planned. My dark history keeps repeating. I've had enough.
I wiped my tears and searched for something that could enlighten my mood.
I'm a suicide survivor. I tried to cut ties with the living and embrace death sooner than what God has planned. Maybe this is the reason why this is happening to me. I probably incurred His wrath...or maybe not. The God I know would never do such a thing. Perhaps a devil...no, it's just my past actions that brought me to my current state. I'm foolish enough to try and kill myself. I have limitations as a human being. I have low tolerance, and perhaps that shallow pit I dug to bury my melancholy isn't enough to contain it all. I am led by sadness, and the darkness slowly engulfed me, withering my already weakened heart.
I stopped moving my fingers after scrolling at the list of videos I got and wiped my tears away. When did it start flowing on my cheeks? I'm not even watching a drama. My head is the only one haunting and made me cry. In the eyes of others, I'm not a man since I'm emotionally sensitive. For me however, crying is the proof that I'm still alive...and still human. I then remembered what my former self used to say. I had taught the others that humans tend to make mistakes and suffer misfortune. The humankind are indeed suffering, and some may be experiencing worse, so one shouldn't curse own life for being so pathetic. My own words didn't motivate me though, even with that dazzling performance of Mister Motivation waltzing about along those words. So why am I even remember my former self as I'm facing another chaotic moment of my life?
Perhaps my past self granted his presence to me to become a source of motivation...no, he has shown himself to give me the hints of how to become what I am before once more. At this point however, that is next to impossible. My former version is much stronger than me in terms of mental strength. He's more decisive, and a better leader. As for me, I'm a pathetic individual who doesn't even have an ounce of motivation.
I tried to remove that train of thought as I shook my head.
"Are you tired of living this way everyday?"
"What the -- who the hell are you!?"
The window of his room is now open, and beside it, even if it's too dark to see, is someone leaning against the wall.
"Me? I'm just a friendly person helping desperate people."
- Writer
