The Automated King

A Dire Situation

 (Alert!!! Alert!!)

By the moment of truth behind the prowess of his boss, Reginald and Simon’s bracelets ringing intensively.

“What’s in emergency? Argh, this is from Sera. She is in trouble! We have to return!”

Reginald is nodding in advance.

“Well, since you are a slowpoke by now, I have to go first, Is that okay?”

“Just run and aid her up, Simon. I’ll follow through.”

“Good luck, then. Let’s regroup at the fallen gate.”

Simon is preparing for a momentum, then running at a deafening blast of speed. A shorthand on his back, Reginald is catching up to his companion’s face in a regular-speed running, slowly but sure for him to return and teaming up with the squad.

“It’s been some time since I’ve got myself sprinting like this. It made me squeal a little.”

Reginald is stopping at a lone house to regain his stamina. As he ramped up his strength to continue, several blaring tone of explosion could be heard from a distance.

“Right, that’s the cue for me to run again.”

In the moment after he gets closer to the site of war, the hurdle of limbs were blown up towards Reginald and crashed to his face.

“Eww, gross!!”

“Hey, come up right here, Pufferfish! There’s a bunch of enemies to kick right here!”

“Those yell must be coming from Serafina... Where is she, though?”

On the not-so-far pavement in front of Reginald, the pillar of flames is blazing up to the carcass of the fishman. It is spewing a density of putrid aroma of burnt up flesh to the surroundings, made Reginald felt some sense of regurgitation after a single inhale to the smoke.

“Get yourself up and come here, Pufferfish! I don’t ask you twice!”

“You’ve done it already, Miss Spectre.”

“Ah, come on. Wrap it up and help me clean this!! You have those jab, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Smash them with your brawn, then, muscle-brain.”

Reginald doesn’t enter the main battlefield as ordered. He is drowning into his own composure and daydreaming of the past, spacing out in his footings by an abrupt panic attack.

“You don’t tell me that we have to kill them all..... Why?”

“Don’t be such a sissy animal, Pufferfish. We were meant to kill them, not to be their friends.”

“But...”

“You have the orders, Regi. I don’t ask you to help me, this is a command!”

“......”

“So be it, then. I’ll consider you as a deserter from now on.”

Serafina running back towards the main gate, showered the mass of adversary with her power and burning all of them out of whim. Reginald, on the other way, sitting down in deep contemplation and digging himself into the ground of battle in guilt.

“Regi!! What are you doing on this place, whimpering of something that couldn’t be changed?”

After a moment of silence in Reginald’s territory, Simon is approaching him in speed, then smacking him on the head in a flash.

“Oww.... You are a liar, Simon! Why did you concealed all of this from me?”

“I must be mad to lecture you again of this..... Do you even consider how your friends are gonna be on the open field? Do you tell me, for the sake of your mind, that our own soul is nothing of worth to you?”

“It’s not.... I mean...”

“That’s it, You’re not worthy to be called a warrior.”

Simon returned back to the battlefield in an utmost rage, slashing down the throat of every single enemies that he has to face before the gate.

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I don’t like war. For me, it’s more pleasant for living in singularity of peace, treading the path of consciousness and transcend into the humility of being mortal. Co-existence of war and our society is vile and malevolent. Everyone is in distress, a further dissonance to reality, by each of minutes spent inside the ruins of battle.

We are in struggle to survive, I am in concurrence with it. The virtue of ignorance is a bliss, for me to avoid danger and working in my own serenity. No one in Titania’s community are interested to venture outside the border and face the perilous situation on their hands. We’re in awe of the freedom on the core of our defense, losing our own inquisitiveness of the civilization beyond the stationary universe that we possessed.

However, my trip to the Malia kingdom has brought a grip of clarity of their way to survive. Their source of living, the essence of themselves to come into being, is the harmony identical to our own enjoyment. Malian, beyond us mortals, had developed their competency to be modest and civilized in the span of years. They were learning, conceiving, experimenting, and teaching their kin to sustain and thrive to the upside-down reformation of the continent. Furthermore, they collected their findings and results of study for the future generations, just like us. Who would be so eager to kill them all beforehand? Is it humans? Yeah, it must be our kin that would fell responsible to it.

To add the injury, The Malian doesn’t laid a contempt reaction to the different species. They have themselves accommodated with empathy and sociable attitude to the visitors and tourists, vested up with high tolerance to the distinctive tradition and custom of them all.

In conclusion, I am in a maze. The newborn society of animals weren’t hostile to us. In fact, they were accepted our set of distance with warm welcome. Malian, once a nuance and inhabitants of the jungle, envisaged the humanity aspect of life..... Well, it’s disheartening, isn’t it? To see us be the devil of their life?

Ah, I must be a crybaby to them for thinking this way....

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The wave of troops finally ended their advance to the heart of the Fishman kingdom. One hour of combat has brought the force of Repugnare to the cornerstone of their energy, made them under severe exhaustion in the time being.

“We are strong!!! Roar with me, fellow fighters!!”

“Yeay...”

The rest of Repugnare’s fighters slamming themselves down to the pavements. They are gasping for extra oxygen and relaxation to their muscle.

“You have such frightening stamina, huh, Sera.”

“As a warrior, we have to withstand the struggle with our own endurance, Mon-Mon. Enemies won’t kill someone with great lung capacity to die for.”

“She is in rigorous level of training, Mon-Mon. Her exercise is a terror, just like her body.”

Rami Fuschia, the one that keep answering the curiosity of Simon, resting his body by his right. On his left is Kino Dunga, the one snoozing on the sidewalk, standing in his vigilant stance of fighting for some time.

“How can Dunga maintain his figure that way? Those transformation must be weigh a lot to his endurance.”

“Nah, don’t worry. He is in charging mode on that state.”

After a short span of tenacity and celebration of their victory, Serafina is collapsing to the ground and fallen to slumber in an instant.

“Hah, she is still a human, after all. Nobody could resist the woo of sleeping at this point.”

“Yeah, a Queen has merits to her rights, unlike you. What’s with those idiotic slicing? Are you nuts?”

 “Heh, what of you, impostor? You can’t even do a proper slash.with that adorable knife.”

“You wanna have a minced meat of your own tissue, huh, dilly-dallying of my awesome cutlass.”

“Haha, a cutlass, you say? That surely is a..”

Arno Tinpolen, as he slouched himself to the accessible ornaments, pouring scorn to his wounded rival on the far end of the sidewalk. Their tantrum towards each other were interrupted by Rami Fuschia, the one being vigilant all the time in his silence.

“Shush, I heard someone’s in our tail. Is it reinforcements?”

Rami Fuschia getting up and thoroughly inspect their surroundings with his binoculars.

“Or maybe not. I’m only looking at a lone silhouette. Is that your partner, Simon?”

“Yeah, the chicken. He wept over how we have to kill those bastard out of the gate all the time, you know?”

“War syndrome, eh? How much is his spell of being a savior, Mon-Mon? A month?”

Serafina is waking up after a short break, eventually joining the discussion of her colleagues in swift fashion.

 “Two weeks. He is powerful and unpredictable, but kinda wimpy at heart.”

“Hey, It’s crazy for him to be involved, then. If I know that one real quick, I would say no.”

“It’s Ellen, not mine to talk into. She is the one to blame for a coward to enter the race, Sera.”

“Fair enough, but she has intuition over stuff like this.”

“Yeah. At certain point, I do have confident over his potential ”

Rami Fuschia, stand still in his observation, growing stiff in posture to the north-eastern pathways.

“Guys, a new enemies on sight from the far right side of Regi. Two kilometers in distance to him, but 500 meters up close to us. I can enumerate all 3 of them are walking towards our direction.”

Serafina standing up and looking upon the incoming opponents by Rami’s binocular before beginning to kick several of the slouching fighters.

“Come on, wake up!! They are serious threats to us all in this state.”

The sleeping troops gradually rise themselves up in accordance to Serafina’s seamless commando. Kino Dunga is opening his eyes, shifted back into his fighting stance. Rami Fuschia, Arno Tinpolen, and Simon  Reiner were followed suit and march themselves to the forefront of the group. For the sake of contact to the other end, Serafina switched her bracelet to be a portable megaphone to blow some sense to the unknown party.

“Who are you, traveler? What are you all doing at the place like this? If you don’t speak out of your reason, we will be in pursue.”

The faint screech is vibrating from their direction. After awhile, the mysterious life form slowly showed themselves up with their own set of megaphone on the front of their mouth.

“Hello, my fellow intruders!!! We are Protego, and the lads of Fishman Kingdom had notified us of your silly invasion. You have exactly five seconds to flee.”

“Ehem, George. Stop startling our guest. We have to greet them with this country’s usual custom.”

“The stage is yours, Fritz.”

“Alright, Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We are welcoming you to our finest protege, the Osteich. You have my word, for all of thee to perish.”