Part 3: Travelling Risk

The sun steadily went south and disappeared while the moon didn't yet appear. The weather embarked on transiting hot to cold climate, somewhere in middle. This was known as a safe period without in need of scorald or colrald. Raging heat and nasty cold radiations were simply ceased at this moment. It held for about three hours: the first hour ending of daylight, second in between, and the third hour beginning of the night.

Also, a safe period was a time where people felt so heavy or lazy bone due environment had shifted into warm, smooth, and yawning like the dawn.

Waltren probed at his bromuter, ticking the timing very precisely. Alexina and Erlina were beside him, standing uneasy behind the hotel's gate in mutual waiting.

Three. Two. One. The cloudy sky turned into half dark through the reinforcement window.

His hands held the pump wheel and twisted in a hurry. Door sloshed out, Alexina and Erlina checked their conditions if the timing somehow inaccurate. They approved Waltren's calculation.

"Here." The masked merchant blasted a without-teeth key toward him. "Not much but hope to your liking."

"Tolerable." Waltren tossed purse of gold gears, almost pushed him into the air.

The merchant patted his chest, had trouble breathing.

In Steam Reality, a golden gear used as currency choice after world economy sismuter that handling transition of magnetic wallet crashed. Before the crisis, all golden gears had been acted inside sismuter and bromuter to prevent rust and accelerate the smooth movement.

"Sure want to stroll them out?" The merchant said, talking as if trying to ridicule Waltren. "Three hours before they murdered by the moon."

Waltren played a fool, putting bags inside the bonnet of the steam car. "Let's go," he rolled door open, signaled to Alexina and Erlina.

"<Unfriendly bastard.>"

Picking to the whispering sarcasm, "Thanks for the toy," Waltren said while checking ammo in his pistol.

"Hah!" The merchant stepped back but stumbled on coned-rock, almost jammed into his butt.

Waltren placed back behind waist, under his leather coat. He fixed his scarf without paid attention to the merchant.

He shouted his tongue, "Yeah yeah, but no return."

The car painted with pale-orange, a thunder sticker dashed at the top. Four car wheels chained with spikes to travel on sandy or uneven hill. The skateboard was already repaired but Waltren bought a car instead of letting Alexina and Erlina returned alone.

Alexina attempted to skipping her legs to stimulate her sloth. Erlina appeared would fall any moment; her head nodded off irregularly. Both of them opened the door and sat on backseats, retreated to sleep immediately.

Waltren thrust the key into a hole section and ignited the button while kicking the pedal a few times. Needle meter raised and swiped to right, the car vibrated in low. Made sure the engine hot enough, he turned up the tumble. All car wheels flipped in, switched full steasis energy to rendering up several inches from the ground.

The merchant blocked with his hand from fulminant-blowing sand.

Using a regular setting would take near three hours to arrive as the village was quite far. Then again, steaneum energy could functioning as an outburst fuel, pushed the car at an excellent speed. That was why Alexina and Erlina could leave with a standard skateboard. It was just that the fuel would be emptied quickly if used in this setting more often. And steasis that charged in one heval wasn't enough to hover the heavy transport. It had to be steaneum.

Reversed and curved to left before twofold-headlights drove toward outside, pulsed for the southeast. Shadow and sound sped within the light, left the city behind in the form of a ghostly image.

About ten minutes from the same landscape of sandy and dying plants, Erlina woke up and exchanged to a front seat.

Waltren passed a plastic bag of nourishment while aluminum-straw still on his lips. The pace of the car prevented the steering going haywire. He had been drinking hot coffee since then which already warm. The manageable can was set onto the deck after one last sip.

Erlina gave a big sigh after peeked inside the plastic bag. She grabbed randomly and caught a biscuit.

"Something wrong?" said Waltren in a straight forward manner as if a commander asking his subordinate. He probably didn't realize.

Erlina brushed off with a laugh. "You really look like Military Faction."

"Do I?" Waltren's hands stayed on the steering, his foot remained on the pedal.

Unfortunately, not stupid as her small body displayed, she demolished the lie quickly when asked a nearby member of the faction that visit the city. Waltren was quite famous in the army, they all exposed secret that Waltren bailed out after five years of submitting to the military due to unknown reason.

"It's about a village's intruder. If we back in empty hand, he is going to steal again. Gloflies suppose to help us catch him in the act."

"Was it that vitriolic?"

"Yes..." Erlina revealed unpleasantness with Waltren's taste when it came to a choice of vocabulary. "Storm season is about to arrive in the next eight months. And we still didn't have enough for hibernation."

In this reality, seasons also changed extremely. The high and low temperature was called {climate season} which occurred currently. It was easier to think of it as summer during daylight and winter during a night which snowing instead of raining. As for daylight, it became a shower of acid when achieved to a certain level.

After the difficulty of balance was over, followed up that one called {storm season}. A season where it was extremely windy and impossible to walk out in safe. Rainstorm, sandstorm, hailstorm, firestorm, snowstorm, thunderstorm...all kinds of storms wandered on the surface, month by month, and bulldozed everything.

Sometimes after the season was over, the whole city was gone, wiped cleanly, while a town that didn't exist before appeared out of nowhere. People had been stocking up a year to stay underground for about five to six months of storm season.

Overall, this country had four seasons: wild, climate, eject, and storm; all with their unique way of danger. Also, bless.

"If traps didn't enough to catch the thief, wouldn't everyone in the village is a suspect?"

"But the whole village will be hungry."

"Is there anyone who seems want to leave after a few days?"

"I don't think anyone like that exists."

Waltren held his chin, stared at the fuel meter. "That's really like an outsider's work."

Inside tank at the back of a car, steaneum fluid allocated to the front engine and pushed four main gears among million smaller gears. The first gear coordinated to four wheels and maintained the performance of a hovering effect. The second used to handle brake and light. The next dominated for steering to turn left and right. The last one only designed for turbo or extra boost. It rotated for emergency use.

It seemed the second one had replaced with fragile-gear, about to break.

Waltren knocked at fuel meter while glanced over the front hood. It made noisy friction like rusted-gears.

Erlina munched random sweets, "What's wrong?" peeked at him, "Is it broken?"

"Used-car almost always had something busted."

The fuel meter's needle went between max and zero. The car was somehow malfunction in middle without warning, the engine dead, it fell and dug across a sand land, bowling in sideway. Smoke wrecked from the tank under and budged the whole car toward the sky for a few seconds. Flame spread quickly from the steaneum of concentrated purple liquid.

Waltren held the pain aside, bringing close-Erlina out first. He returned, an explosion burst through the front hood, turned the car vertically. It dropped toward the opposite direction, propelled upside down.

"Sister!" Erlina coughed a sand smoke.

Tearing back door, he dragged Alexina out through the holler fire. "I should know," Waltren said, evicting bags from remains.

In spite of failure function, the bonnet seemed secure without any scar while the rest cracked easily. Almost like it intended to do so.

<If merchant cheating us, it gave Merchant Association a bad reputation. Whether someone in disguise or they will kill us to shut our mouths.>

"We're going to die, Mister Storg?" Erlina gripped his shirt at the sight of silhouette-march.

Sound engines from motorcycles released in distance, getting louder as they arrived.

Waltren resisted to look at sound, distracted to formulate a big picture toward the present situation. At desert with few trees survived, there was no place to hide. Even on foot, they couldn't run from them.

Alexina who just woke up stared at Waltren and Erlina. She turned back, twenty motorcycles parked nearby. All of them had various weapons, armed out. However, none of them wore like Gang Zer. It wasn't part of four powers. From clothes alone, they were the same travelers that tried to rob Waltren this noon. It was just, now they brought more allies. For revenge probably, after Waltren smashed their naughty-noses with two fingers.

"Alexina," Waltren hoisted pistol, "stay away. As far as possible." The pistol had words {Steam Reality}, added with a small scope on top. It colored in steel-grey.

"Mister Storg." Erlina dragged all bags out of the field.

"[Alright, put down weapon now.]" The leader guy used speaker amplifier. "[There is no point of dying here.]"

Alexina and Erlina ran in a distance, gave space to Waltren. If they got caught, Waltren couldn't fight. Which meant, he had to neutralize them quickly. There was no choice but to use World Blueprint.

"Choose," Waltren said, "Turn away or die ― arh!" However, blood suddenly gouged out from his mouth, he groped his chest, unable to feel a beating. <H-Heart Attack?> No matter how hard he tried breath, his lungs didn't function, every organ stoned like a block of ice. A vacuum expanded into his head, soon he collapsed instantly.

"[He's dead?]"

"Mister Storg!"

As his mind gradually losing consciousness, he saw dark-blood creating a tiny purple flame. The puddle seemed alive, tried to reach his nose. But evaporated sooner, it turned small and gone.

Waltren was born with a weak body. He leaned on the bed hospital with a needle pierced his wrist, routed to water plastic bag. Kids outside of the window―all in patient-clothes―moved and played a chasing game in unrestrained stamina. If they could share some with him.

He wanted to join but a nurse stopped him again as his condition not allowable. When he turned around, he saw a skull with a bony hand. A purple flame burned the whole room, her lined-rough teeth lurched toward Waltren's eyes.

He gasped, blinking. People around him froze. Put his palm on his face, sweats poured faster across the skin. His chest especially felt as if a hot ball growing big. It stuck his breath partly. Every blow resulted in loud air.

A nurse was sitting beside him, "H-He's awake," gripping simple scissor. She cut the last thread that sprouted from his left shoulder.

"Mister Storg." Erlina emerged neared his right shoulder.

Alexina who seemed less talker reached his leg, looking wary to the surrounding. There were many people who unknown to him and her. Straight in direction of his feet, metal bars jammed from floor to ceiling. After that, there were campfire and an armed group. He concluded he was inside of huge one cell room.

"Where?" Waltren asked for more details of the situation.

"I don't know," Erlina said.

"Somewhere in abandon city." The nurse said, had a uniform of magenta appearance. At the side of the shoulders, there was a symbol of a white circle and dimly fading red love-heart shape inside. Her side blond hairs braided to back and filled the air with richness. On her breast, there was nameplate, sounded as {Felose} if he could recall the language well.

"Abandon city?" Waltren calmed down his breath when his chest felt harrowing again. "What's time, now?"

"About midnight I think if six hours already passed," Felose said, finishing a bandage on him.

"Is this mean we never go out?" Erlina shook his arm.

 "Don't worry." Felose stared at kids in a cheerful attitude. "I'm sure this big guy will do something."

Waltren glanced at Felose who suddenly cast off the baton to him even though he never met her. She might be doing so to soothe Alexina and Erlina.

"Already wake?" The man outside of jail was holding Waltren's cellphone. "By the way, this buzzing thing is ridiculous. Never saw anything so random. Are you Alladin's djin?" He manipulated beeping-buttons without purpose. Even he could, the language was written in English. And it was not original from this reality. At least, the cellphone had a security password.

The man, fake merchant who sold the car, soon was juggling with Waltren's pistol and the cellphone. "What a cheap gun. Seriously, what are you trying to do?"

"{Choose. Turn back or die,} he said."

"Yeah. That. You're a genius." The fake merchant said.

The man in middle shoving his hand into a huge bag gave a smile with ragged teeth after receiving cheap praise.

Some of them cooked in a pot. Others rummaged through travelers' bags, checking valuable things. They grabbed Waltren's bag, took out a book with title {Selection of Next Owner}. Waltren relieved he wrote everything in his language, Azzrevxi. Until the fake merchant threw book toward the campfire, Waltren picked a pebble and flicked to him at eagle speed. The book dropped, unburned.

"Ouch." His hand rubbed head. "Who toss that?" he said, pointing Waltren's pistol.

People behind jail sat tiredly, didn't pay attention. Clothes had many types that coming somewhere far. The family at the corner had a design of thread loops, circulating toward pants. A man next to metal bars, his clothes were flayed from a trace of oldness. But overall, all of them had thick clothes. Though, some parts had been stripped such as his scarf and coat.

The fake merchant moved closer.

"I..., " Waltren attempted to stand but a sharp pain ruptured in again.

"Hahaha." The fake merchant reached the iron door, aiming Waltren's pistol in a lousy grip. "Aah. You don't know who I am? Come out now. Let's see who―"

"―stop it." A man with a speaker amplifier leaned on the wall, drink a branded alcohol. "We need to send them to ship tomorrow." Switch on the speaker, "[Get a rest, stupid face.]" His head faced to jail. "[And you all too, my pitiful animal domestics.]

"Ah! You..." He didn't respond, returned to his task in anger. The one with the speaker had to be their boss then.

Waltren considered an idea to take him as captive.

He lost focus for a second, twitched when the fake merchant kicked book to the campfire. It slowly consumed, drew out a bigger fire.

Another pain had prevented Waltren from standing. "If only my memory as good as my young day." His weak body had caused memory issues lately as much as a possibility of a heart attack. This didn't seem like he could waste any second of his life. <I need to find next owner fast.>

To Felose however, Waltren appeared like someone in the identical age as her, perhaps even younger since she appeared in early twenty. Moreover, with Waltren's huge and muscular body for his age, it was hard to understand what he meant. He looked quite healthy.

Waltren seated his head to the firm floor, barring his frustration deep, maintaining composure at outside.

"For crisis." Felose passed to Waltren, a small bottle of tablets. "Two when your heart yelping again." Tablets inside looked like a white star shape.

"Thanks," Waltren said without showing any emotion.

"Mister Storg." Erlina sat next to Alexina. "What's going to happen to us?"

"Get rest." Waltren fondled her head. "We're out at zero four."

"Is that the best time?" Felose cleaned the equipment, took off her bloody-gloves. "They conquered almost the whole city."

"We will see." Waltren recuperated, shut his eyes.

Felose smiled when realized she couldn't ask anymore, leaned to the wall. Confined people didn't do anything, sitting on the uncovered freezing floor. With comfort territory shrinking every second, they continued awake, unable to sleep for more than one minute at a time.

Time prolonged quietly with robbers eating spice-meats at the backdrop, drinking and tuning pipes instrument. Some of them took items belonging to prisoners, smashed for their little baseball game. The boss leisurely drunk the bottle without participated much, pacing his foot to the beating music.

All of them went a wild for money they would earn tomorrow. Hopping in hyper breakdance until tired, it became silent after three hours. All turned in, soundless.

A next safe period was about to start at four o'clock, one hour left.

Based on how it appeared, they would transport all captured-travelers to a ship during a safe period. This way they could reduce the cost of scorald or colrald, where it didn't need for adult too.

Waltren was tapping his finger, not for fun but counting the timing. He didn't sure the precise clock, but based on Felose's statement a while ago, he could hope the count started close to midnight.

Opened eyes, he scouted down. A deck of campfire still lit, thinned a little. Shadow danced through metal bars, landed on his face. He could hear people inside the jail had uneasy slumber.

Without waiting for his heart strike first, he swallowed the star-tablets ahead. Adjusting Erlina slowly and carefully to the side, Waltren sneaked toward the bars, looking for his gun. It was squeezed beneath the belt of the fake merchant. His face filled with a woman's lipstick, drawing of mustache and fish that swimming into his nose.

Activating World Vision, a circle was visible under William's feet inside a blueprint world. He saw pistol calling him in a pink glow. A blueprint line exited from the circle and flew straight toward it.

One dot progressed across the line, launching over sleeping-men. Dot absorbed in, the pistol evolved into a bow, poked through the belt. The fake merchant remained in a dream. There was word on it, but since coming from Magic Reality, it might translate like that. The ammo case inside pistol attained to a tall basket of arrows, that automatically pushed the arrow to center whenever he pulled out.

Same time as it occurred, World Blueprint changed his body structure into Magic Reality. His ear pointed short, her skin was pale with a blend of light green. Half-inome, half-elf. Included with his clothes, light armor; a leather with small defense. The bandage on his above-arm had shifted into leaves, plastered with mixed of the natural herb. Synchronized his body to the Magic Reality, whatever his body state currently would take the same effect as in this reality.

"<{Rasigre: Mana Rigup}>" whispered Mana Charge, blue radiance collected in his hand. "<{Sicrony: Ensen Spigen}>" Mana vibrated in his hand, magic circle revolved Call Spigen spell.

Since the bow was unable to evade or looking for a path, it kept banging against the asleep-robbers as it floated toward here. Despite the imperfection, Waltren moved his hand up, so the bow propelling to the right path.

"Hic..." One drunk-man awaked, speak in numb tongue. "Whash...? Shomoone is―"

"―<{Sicrony: Exos Ingle}>" Blue clutched into an iron arrow, bubbles of {Z} whirlpool around it, implemented with Sleeping Arrow spell.

People inside jail saw strangeness displaying at the moment. Especially magic which existed inside fiction, acting as sorcery instead.

The man had air in the head, "someone...here..." weakened about two seconds.

Many advantages could be gained by bringing otherworld technology into here. However, World Value cost 77 hours and Waltren could hold this bow for 7 minutes. For illustration, his existence had a decrease in exchange to bring something that supposes not to exist in this reality. Whether this was good or not, 77 hours didn't match to 7 minutes. The cost was quite unfair expensive.

No matter how strong Waltren could summon weapons from other realities in split second, he had more experience and comfortable with a device coming from his homeworld.

Thus, he changed it into Alien Reality's weapon once no robber seemed to stir in unexpected advance.

Shone in pink, the bow shifted a blueprint form, lines deconstructed and reassembled a new one. Reshaping back and forward, it tainted with a transparent crystal before operation over.

There was one disk, a little bigger on his hand. Continuously, water oscillation waved across the surface, the sensation in thumb was similar to stingray or eel, gelatin smooth. The disk was twitched as it was alive, especially the tail. The top had one black skin as it was made from aquatic life. At the below side, however, ten whites alga stems sprouted out from electronic-circuit about one inch, and probably even shorter. Some parts appeared active while others remained freeze like metal.

Waltren pressed the disk to his chest. The alga stems sipped under his skin, penetrated the rib cage, pursued into his beating heart. From there, it grew million of aquatic stems, wrapped in nerves up to his brain and feet. This made the disk rooted stronger, tied in, hard to pull out. At the same time, the plant released nanocells to heart and flushed through blood's roads. As a result, blood circulation moved faster in aquatic color.

The front disk which had an iron plate unsealed and projected ten wires, looped around his body, making it even more impossible to tear off. The disk spawned gears and levers, added by cables, spread from center. Even it seemed electronic, every part was alive and had the likewise material appearance from the original. Layers of complex mechanism bound with bionic-alike.

Waltren closed his eyes, the helmet plate―bigger than his head―finally flipped onto his face. There were no holes at the front. The disk attached directly to the brain and helped him see 360 degrees through a special sensor.

It completed once a glossy-and-packed tail behind his butt lengthened. Waltren squeezed his hand, a lot of interface visual displayed in his mind's eyes. Such as where the target, air condition, trees, energy level, body heat... There were short claws of silver, divided to every finger.

At once glance, it seemed like something had swallowed his body in one gulp, unable to digest. On the other hand, it resembled a robot suit with better performance than what the P-Tech Organization could produce. Thus to simplify, it was a living weapon.

On his shoulders, five stars radiated in aqua-blue. It was military armor or suit from his reality. Constantly, the suit's surface harmonized in low gravity like undersea.

Waltren turned toward the captivates, a sound of vibrato whale emitted from the helmet.

While it was comfortable for him, no one prompted the same. Everyone stepped back at striking and scary looking, imagining worm crawling inside their skins.

"<Quick.>" Waltren restored his voice, checking time inside the visual interface. Six minutes left before Materialization is over. The echo was an encoded-voice to communicate with allies. "<We need to get out before they realize.>"

"Mister Storg..." Erlina aroused, found Waltren missing beside.

"<Over here.>"

"Oh ― aaaaaaah!"

Felose shut her mouth. "<Shoo!>" she pressed her index finger on lips.

Two men up, Waltren's detected behind. Turning around, his two index fingers aimed at both. The claws part flashed like red camera, pack of punches formed on heads, their cheeks waffling like shaking belly. One clean and a tiny hole pierced straight without sound or indication, blood spilled to back. It was a silent weapon.

Despite killing someone, Waltren didn't have any remorse or guilt. After all, this wasn't his first kill. He could shoot another dirty attack without hesitation.

Finding enemies waiting through a solid wall, he halted. The helmet front cover flipped down. Since his body transformed as well, in Alien Reality, he had scar cut thin over the nose. Inside it, there was aqua-blue substance glowing resulting from the suit. His irises colored in dark-red with hair of black greenish.

People inside slowly sneaked to metal bars, as well.

"What should we do?" A random man in jail.

"Take bags and guns." Waltren heated his suit's hand, scratching on cell padlock. "Tied them." The cell's lock melted, railing-gate opened.

They picked bags and guns on the floor, inserted clothes into the robbers' mouths. They didn't skilled enough as it seemed. Some of the robbers woke early, they reached guns and shot aimlessly. It became battlefield just like that.

Waltren accelerated like doing a skating, blasted the tail straight into the target's mouth. Lifting him, the tail whipped to the nearest robbers, shattered top layer of the floor.

Shooting began happening on two sides, the number of people dying quickly trashing on the floor. Alexina and Erlina crouched behind Felose, along with others who appeared had no combat ability.

The chaos had alerted all robbers in the building, and at outside siren noised throughout here. The escape plan failed. Plus main target in which the leader fled out of the room while shooting steasis revolver. It made room's wall freezing then quickly heated.

As surrounding turned quiet, Waltren picked scarf and hooked into his neck. Almost everything had burned out. The only suitcase which the man attempted to crack open all night was still there. She asked Erlina to hold it.

Descended through stairs, everyone armed with weapons except children. Waltren leaned on the wall, used the tail to peek at a corner. The robbers hid behind genert-pillars with metal frame.

"W-What is this?" Alexina who seemed unsounded suddenly energized. She poked Waltren's head. It repulsed to mixed sounds of bubble and electronics.

"My pet. Its name is Vilvua."

The tail fell on Alexina.

"Aaah!"

"Sister." Erlina chuckled.

"It doesn't look easy to charge head-on," Felose said while checking wounded-people. Laser pistol hanged on side leather pant, red energy ball quaked inside glass-container. There was tape wrapped around, made in rubbish parts. It was stolen from the robbers.

Waltren accumulated a better plan, his palm spread toward the wall under the stairs. Its middle flashed, one sphere of bubble hugely ballooned, through ― inside ― wall. Pebbles and stones floated toward the center, the black bubble grew even bigger. After three seconds, the sphere vanished without sound, along the wall scooped in a perfect circle.

It led to another part of the building.

"I will distract them," Waltren said, inspecting the energy level in the suit. "Find vehicles and colrald. We might not survive without one if we went out now."

They ran toward a new path. Erlina grabbed his hand.

"I promise to come and get you," Waltren said.

"I will take care of them," Felose said, moving along the group.

The Vilvua's skin created an image of a beehive, popped and hardened into stone. The color faded into aqua-orange, Waltren ejected out. The only disk in his chest and right arm parts were still intact. Vilvua walked self-maneuver, crushed straight into the scene without one limb. Shots that contact with its skin, stopped as if cushion made from hardened gel.

Waltren rolled toward the pillar, pulled the busy robber, touched suit's arm to his neck. The robber dropped. Since he had to reserve the energy on the part, Waltren picked the plasma rifle. It charged and blasted toward the next threat.

Vilvua as bait, Waltren neutralized one by one from an unpredicted location. Enemies marched, compiled in this spot, gave chance for others to steal transports.

Every second counted, left with two minutes. He had to hurry or he would be forced to pay another large amount of World Value, 77 hours.

"W-What are you doing here?"

Felose stood at the entrance, shooting a laser beam. "We found one."

A car stationed outside. Alexina and Erlina were inside. It seemed like his timing was correct again about the safe period. Many vehicles left from side building, out of the garage. The robbers on the roof and at windows didn't stop shooting. Some hit, some not.

"Mister Storg!" Erlina peeled the door open. "Over here."

Waltren clutched into pistol sign, the claw on index finger flashed, killed two men behind a tree. Then, he ran with Felose through them.

"Behind!" Erlina pointed at something.

Waltren and Felose turned back, three rockets conducted through launchers. Vilvua jumped, slashed the first rocket and kicked the second. Exploded, the shockwave had altered third rocket, Vilvua's tail missed prediction of trajectory. The rocket shuttled straight through Waltren's muscular-body.

The car bounced to the sky in the aftereffect of a purple explosion, smashed the door off. It curved the center layout, reinforced-windows cracked, splashed. Erlina pushed out since she had been waving at the side of the car. Alexina inside banged against the car's roof, fortunate since her body still small.

Felose and the tree flicked along with the robbers. Crippled through a bag, gold gears and bullets rained off dead bodies. Sand hosed up from the ground, Felose's blond hair danced in a rollercoaster curve. Platinum ores discovered beneath land somehow.

Waltren's stomach had burst out, bleeding flagging on air. While at the same time got another sudden heart attack, his hand delivered toward star-tablets that had leap off from his pocket.

Vilvua tried to save Waltren, stepped over dead bodies, dived to him. But seven minutes was over, blinking in pink, the suit returned to the initial weapon of Steam Reality, a pistol with scope. It moved toward him in the last moment, knocked the bottle of tablets away.

When his hand was able to reach the bottle, his body already landed on the ground.

Loosing too many blood, Waltren's hands rummaged around in half-dead sought something to stop the blood. He thought about the bottle for his heart. And again shifted to Erlina's situation, searching for the pistol. Too much for thinking, he didn't sure which one was a priority. Randomly crawled in darkness.

Blurring, confusing, panicking. Waltren advanced in four, looking for support to raise. But nothing was here. Not even cars or motorcycles were nearby.

Until one silhouette idled, giving him hand. A bone hand, not flesh even spotted.

It was the same appearance that disturbed his dream lately. Waltren thought the dream was a sign of his end life. That was why he wished to fetch the next owner for transferring World Blueprint.

However, somehow it felt too surreal for being an illusion or delusion. All noises damped, his senses sharpened on the figure. Waltren could feel a rock-hard and icy bone on his fingertip. "Yes... Hm..." Waltren nodded, unsure why, drifting to drunk motion.

Soon the image broke, he saw what transpired truly. Two robbers had been holding his arms all the time, fastened in place.

The leader of these robbers aimed Waltren's pistol to Erlina's head. "[Hahaha! Cannot fight without your little gizmo, hah? HAH?!]"

Her mother dying suddenly jammed into his vision derived from the scene. His hand attempted to grasp her from far. The pistol triggered. Erlina with clothed eyes collapsed, blood volleyed to side in a long string.

"[Take that! Hahaha!]"

"Haaa..." Waltren's hand attempted to drive toward it. "Ha..." But the robbers stopped him. "HAAAAAAH!" The hand snapped a purple flame, dissected clothes and flesh to the bone. It was dark. His bones.

The robbers beside flushed in flame, evaporated to ashes instantly. One by one tried to suspend Waltren from heading toward their leader. No one was able to touch him.

Clothes burned through, a bone was visible up to his skull. His scream dominated the space, no robber coming against, grilling the coin to flip side. Purple flame terrorized his black skeleton body, all robbers burned into hell.

Waltren had turned into a living bone. Alive. And angry.

The leader let his pistol go, stepped back in panic, tried yelling for something with his strong revolver.

Yet for Waltren, he dealt a straight blow, crushed through the speaker amplifier, gears flipped out. Punch drilled through the man's mouth, he was dunked to behind, slowly burned through a flame, sipped flesh layer by layer. He turned to ash before hit wall, sparkled with a sprinkle of bright hot purple.

It was last brusk memory Waltren could assemble. He rose with Felose sleeping on his chest. The bed was shaking, assuming inside a car or lorry. Erlina laid on the next bed, neared Alexina. Her head bandaged with blood wetted the place of shot.

His holed body somehow regenerated. He lifted his hand, confirmed if it was a fantasy or authentic deed. A human hand. But felt too tired, he became confusing again, declining to deep rest.