High Tech System

Battle To Fight!

Brugdath was sweating from the thousands of push-ups he did in the last few hours. It was morning and the air was cold when he started his push up but it was afternoon and the air was hot when he stopped.

Brugdath stood up to his feet placing the towel on his sweaty shoulders as he glanced at the open window with sweat trickling on his face.

Beyond the window was the sight of the magnificent modern city where its inhabitant never sleeps and always have things to do. Brugdath never saw a city as busy as this in his life, he approached the window and leaned on it to take a breath and enjoyed the view from his house which was 3 stories tall and built nicely on a green hill, completed with garages, garden, and pathway that leads to the gate of his house.

Brugdath loved the architecture of the house; it was elegant, beautiful, and comfortable. He glanced at the white box installed on the wall near the ceiling, it was an AC. He loved this thing. On a hot day, he could change the temperature of the room to cool, and on a freezing day, he could turn it to warm. With this, he didn't need a hearth to warm the place, which was a lot more convenient since it's only a click of a button.

"I love technology, haha." Brugdath laughed as he shook his head and went to the bathroom to take a shower, he glanced at the hose and the bathtub. He was troubled, should he use the shower or the bathtub? Brugdath ruminated before he glanced at the bathtub. Laying on the bathtub seemed nice, he thought before he climbed onto the bathtub and turned the knob of the faucet.

Water flowed like a stream before it splashed as it hit the porcelain bathtub, it was a corner bathtub with a diameter of 5 meters and it was more than enough for his short yet bulky stature. Brugdath put his head on the soft and comfortable towel he used as a pillow, he glanced through the one-way window that covered half of the bathroom and he could see the garden, decorated with a pond and a fountain in the center. He smiled as he found his peace in sight and when he heard the birds chirping as they drank the water from the fountain, he found his peace in sound.

He looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes. Is all this worth it? I left my men, my status and I will be regarded as a traitor by my peers, Brugdath thought to himself as he doubted his decision once again. Then he recalled the scene when he saw the mechs destroy the inside of the walls in the underground base, he shuddered for a second before he chuckled like he just saw someone did a foolish thing. Of course, it does, compared to my situation in the empire, it was much better and safer here, if I was ordered to fight the Revolutionary Army then my fate would be sealed.

The water burbled as it filled the bathtub and poured to the floor, Brugdath turned the knob to stop the water and relaxed. He inhaled and exhaled slowly as he soothed himself. He could feel the cold water enveloped him as water droplets entered his mouth to tickle his tongue with sweet freshwater.

After seemingly a long time, brugdath slowly opened his eyes and glanced outside, the sun was about to set which mean it was close to evening and time for him to go outside for a walk.

The water splashed and sploshed as Brugdath climbed out of the bathtub, he glanced at the neatly folded towel placed on top of the towel rack. The house had some butler and maid to take care of it but Brugdath only allowed them to do so when he was not in the house, he didn't like it when other people walked around his house while he was inside.

He approached the rack and grabbed the towel before he dried himself, he threw the towel on the rack and dried his feet by rubbing them on the rag. He went to the dressing room. It was elegant grey but most of the clothes hanging and neatly folded were white, there were shoes, slippers, and socks conveniently in reach, this was specifically designed for Brugdath's height as everything is made a little shorter than normal.

What should I wear today? He glanced at the suits, shirts, pants, and jackets that were hanging in front of him. Most of these clothes are white or black in color, it was unusual in this world but Brugdath liked them.

I think a white shirt and short pants would be good, he thought before he reached out for the item and wore it. The pants were wide on the thigh making him feel comfortable as he moved around, the shirt was skin-tight and it made his bulky stature to be defined and he looked a lot more muscular than he used to.

He glanced at himself in the mirror as he watched the clothes about to burst and tore as he flexed his bicep, but it surprisingly didn't tear nor burst under the pressure. Is this also because of technology? Brugdath was new to this kind of technology thing although he didn't got much of a culture shock because Qi can also do what technology does although there were a bit of pros and cons to both.

"Time to show the people their hero," Brugdath smiled before he took one last look at himself and went out. He pushed open the door and took a deep breath as he glanced at the setting sun for a moment. He strode and approached the gate of his house before it automatically slid to the side to give way to Brugdath.

Brugdath walked down the hill and onto the streets where he finally found some people that would steal a glance at him from time to time with uncertainty in their eyes. Brugdath knew what they were thinking. They must be unsure if it was me, Brugdath! He continued his stride as more and more people glanced at him. He loved this feeling, admiration, awe, and gratefulness, he could feel that in their gaze and this was exactly what he wanted, to be a hero and admired for he willingly risked his life to defend the life of the people that he didn't know or even care about.

He was not sure if it was the right thing to do but he loved the feeling and to be recorded as a selfless man who willingly defend the peasants seemed unique and nice, no cultivators in history have recorded to do the things he did, so he was one of the first and would become legend in the future, or so was he thought, in fact, there were countless cultivators that have tried to fight for the well being of the peasants because they have relatives or loved ones as peasants and they couldn't stand it when they are looked down upon, sadly they are quickly exterminated and none bothered to record it, especially since the peasants are mostly unable to read and write.

"Is that Brugdath?!" A young man exclaimed. He was not sure of himself as he narrowed his eyes to look.

"Hey you are right, he is Brugdath!" another man shouted.

"What? So he really is Brugdath?!" Everyone was startled and started to approached Brugdath and surrounded him.

Brugdath Stopped in his path as he smiled at the crowd. "I'm Brugdath," he said before he flexed both of his biceps with a grin.

"Wah!" a girl cheered.

"Brugdath you are my hero!" a girl shouted.

"You are my hero too, Brugdath!"

Brugdath grin widened. He had requested for some of the soldiers to record his fight and it seemed to work.

More and more people gathered on the street to look at their hero, they cheered and shouted in excitement.

Brugdath! Brugdath! Brugdath!

The crowd chanted over and over until a boy slipped his way through and approached Brugdath.

The boy looked up at Brugdath."My dad said you saved him, so I wanted to say thank you," the boy nervously said.

Brugdath smiled as he picked up the boy and replied: "Your welcome,"

The crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers as they clapped and shouted.

Brugdath! Brugdath! Brugdath!

They once again chanted stronger and louder than before until they heard a ringtone from Brugdath as his pocket vibrated.

He slipped his hand into his pocket and grabbed the phone before he answered the call and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" He said while he was still carrying the boy in his other hand.

"I understand," Brugdath replied. Making the crowd wonder who the caller was and what they were talking about. Brugdath put the phone into his pocket and glanced towards the crowd.

"I'm sorry everyone. but I have a battle to fight!"