Emotion Taster
Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 6 - Escape
There are some cases where people die because of the advantages they have themselves. Something excessive ability actually does not always have a good effect. When people are struggling with treasure, there will be many criminals who will target their property. When people have a high position, it will not be surprising if one day there are competitors who are eyeing his life.
Dead from over-testing his talent, a dead circus coach is murdered by his animal partner. Bodybuilders die because they train their muscles too hard. But, for a case similar to mine was a psychic who died or committed suicide due to the stress of his own strength.
I'm not sure I can class it as such, do I deserve to die from my own strength?
“...”
Dead from a violent emotional wave that made my whole mind stiffen. Something powerful stimulus that turned out to be too dangerous for me to know. Like the effects of drugs where one of them makes dopamine the cause of flood happiness fills the brain. Anything that is too much from the inside can be very dangerous.
“...”
Something I want to achieve may not be as much as other dreamers, I'm the one who lets it all flow. All of that happened because I was always preoccupied with evading the reverse effect of the emotional wave detection power. But, something I want to find out is still piling up, the whole mystery and answer to the question since childhood should not end with an answer, ‘that's from there’.
*Dug, dug ....
My brain began to function, little by little my senses began to work. The first thing I could feel was hearing, the sound vibrations of the night insects made it full of hearing. My position is still lying, my face is still close to the ground. But, my consciousness could already be felt as if it was trying to wake up.
Small movements in the fingers, small movements in the eyelids, and breathing that somehow still feels heavy. All the effort I made to get out of bed. What I felt was like sleep paralysis, a state in which my body would not move even though it was aware that I was awake.
“Ghuah!!”
Until I finally had a shock in my lungs, the breath was so strong that it made a slight hoarse cough. The supply of air was so little, my body asked for it so much, and when the organs returned to work, my chest automatically pulled hard into the air. Kembelisnya quite fast, can even make myself surprised by the reflexes of the muscle.
“Hahh ...! hah .. hah ..?”
My body began to rise, from sleeping on its side to sitting. With my hands on my chest regulating my irregular breathing, I tried to calm myself down. Although the view is still blurred, but my eyes still clearly see that my place is not far changed from where I had previously fainted.
“Oh ... Have you woken up, Kaivan?”
“Hmn?”
The male voice sounded, unlike the person I met with the shock-causing light source, this time more like a man with a distinctive unique tone. That's the guy I met, on the way home when I was in the neighborhood. Someone I initially thought was a ghost, a slightly formal cold tone like someone doing a rhyme.
“Ha-Hanz?” call me trying to find the source of the sound shaking in all directions.
“Hanz ..?” re-pronounce the man. “Oh, yes, true. My name is now Hanz.”
“Hn?”
“I'm right in front of you ... Kaivans. You don't have to raise your head in the other direction like that.”
“...”
My head was still dizzy, it felt like something was stirring the brain inside. The view was also still shaded, with the head shaking catalyst, I still could not see clearly. But, it was me who did not see Hanz as well because of his power that could disappear like a ghost.
Trying to focus, every reflection of light in the retina trying to straighten so that the point can be maintained. It is a little difficult because it should happen automatically, but trying to stabilize yourself to calm down can also help.
I looked at Hanz, he started to look when his hands were on his head. With white hair and blue eyes looking blank, it turned out that he was now sitting on a rock right in front of me.
“Huft ... hah .. huft .. hah ...,” my breath is still panting, no matter how much I breathe, the desire to inhale still persists. “Hah .. hh ... Hanz, hah ... what happened?”
“It should be my question, Kaivan. What the hell's going on? I came and you were already sprawled on the ground.”
“Huft .. hah ... E-cahlah.” My breathing began to calm down, little by little the air in my chest began to relax adjusting my consciousness which was beginning to fully recover. “Something may happen, but I don't yet know who and what exactly that person did.”
“Hmn .. so you already know that something that happened was caused by someone, yes,” Hanz said like a smart person can read the situation.
“Iya, I know. I caught a glimpse of it, heard their conversation a little bit, and all that was quite engraved. There were two people, one small in stature and one seemed to be a grown man. I ... I don't know, I still don't know the details of the cause of all this happening.”
“Hmn ...”
Before I fainted, something I remembered was too biased to be kept in detail. I might know a thing or two about this. But, if asked to describe how the figure and what really happened, the answer that comes out of the mouth will end with ‘entah’.
The effect I think I can remember, what I saw was a glare, ear vibrations in the seconds after the sound made the face shrink. But the one thing I remember the most is one sentence from the little boy before all the torment began.
Your request, I'll grant ....
Most likely this has to do with what Peter said about the intruder. That's certainly not the origin of the accusation. Something about the plea, and something that could stimulate the ability of emotion detection was so powerful. I can be sure that magic is behind all this.
I started to stand up, raise my butt and support my body not to be spoiled trying to act like a healed man.
“Why do you think so?”
“So, right?”
“I have no right to decide. After all, you should already know how my abilities work. There's not a single word I've ever mentioned about the healing power.”
When he first met, Hanz also told me about himself. He said that his ability was about to disappear, and I certainly didn't think in the slightest that he had a secret healing ability.
“OK, whatever the result, I can now breathe. Gratitude for your presence while I was lying still there .. thank you,” I said once again, and maybe this time I was carried away by his accent until the choice of words that came out was more embarrassing.
“If you say hitting the cheek twice it is a help that saves your soul, fine ... I will say it's ‘rek’,” his reply that still don't want to receive gratitude publicly.
Me and Hanz haven't seen each other for a long time, but somehow it feels like there's no burden to socialize with that person. At first there was a bit of fear as he did not let out a wave of emotion. But, if you look more carefully, it might be better because he will not cause pain to injure my senses like the case of Amalia.
Maybe this also happens because the environment is a little cruel like water droplets. When I tell something, the effects will vary from sad, angry, upset, cynical, to negative if I am a liar. The bad effects can turn out to be not applicable when I tell the burden on an unknown person. His inactivity in my life as a whole also had the positive effect of not having a big influence when I made a decision on him.
The point is, me and Hanz might not have met for long, there was no trust in him like I was in the closest person. But, it also had the same effect for there was no reason to put suspicion on him.
He seems to me to be a mysterious person who happens to have the ability to disappear to add to its mysterious effects.
We have now walked away from the forest area towards a more light residential street. My decision to go to that place was because I thought it was safer. Hanz himself still follows me like someone who accidentally walks behind a known person, has no clear purpose and flows into someone's tail.
“Kaivan ..”
“Hn?”
But at one point the man called me.
“This is my limit again to follow you. I hope you don't experience the same thing as people dying in the woods. So, if you're in a settlement, I don't think my whereabouts can be allowed.”
Hanz has the power to disappear, and inexplicably he also has to be in an invisible zone as his way of life. I don't question it any further, just like I have the ability to detect emotions and have to live to keep my distance from the various changes in people's emotions.
“OK, you can go, Hanz,” I said accept his parting request. “But, one thing I want to know. Would you like to answer?”
“You are free to ask, anywhere, anytime, to anyone. Problem will be answered or not, let the situation answer it .... At least that applies to me.”
“Ahaha, you are making this even heavier. Something I asked wasn't very important.”
“I don't feel that you really think it doesn't matter.”
Amalia is more like a junior partner who doesn't know much about magic. Pero inexplicably did not open up all his thoughts to me, sometimes I also felt that he was not smarter than Amalia. Then, other people like Imarine were just ordinary humans who happened to get caught up in magic. No one is really on par with me as a magic user in the social world. So, even for a moment, I felt a little red thread with Hanz, the magic-user guy.
“With that power, how do you live? What do you do when people aren't around you?”
This is a pretty important question. My strength forced me to be a loner avoiding many crowds all this time. But, when alone I will also lose the spirit to live to achieve dreams.
I mean, normally a dream is something placed together with another human being. Being rich gets a lot from other humans, gets an important position above other humans, gets a partner among humans who can be chosen, or creates something to be glimpsed by other humans. Almost everything is a social life, shutting myself out completely will make me miss the dream overall. That's why, despite the torment, as long as I played Amalia's lackey, I did it anyway. One simple reason is because I have no other activities.
“Hehe, ahahaha, ahahaha ..”
“...”
I was speechless to see his expression, Hanz preferred to laugh gradually instead of answering my question seriously.
“You don't need to see anyone else, Kaivan. Just do what you want to do now. How I live is not a good example. So, I'm sorry if I put that into a question that can't be answered.”
*shade
With that sentence, Hanz reused the skull on his head. He walked backwards while gradually making his body disappear. My eyes there are like optical illusions, the reflection of light in the man's body is getting lost longer until transparency becomes superior.
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