Hunters And White Lotus
Prolog+chapter one
The black fog engulfed the earth, creating endless nights, no sunshine, no happiness to be found, only barren land filled with dust and blood. Hatred seemed to blend in harmony with the darkness of the sky.
This is not a war between humans
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A thousand years ago, the indescribable presence of spirits ruffled human civilization. Bringing disaster is also a gift for humans.
Three decades later, a great war was waged. The two spirit strongholds became the main players in the battle stage. Arzel's spirit fortress wants to rule the earth and the stronghold of spirit ancestors who want to protect human civilization.
A happy ending may be achieved by the ancestors, but the enemies they face are not really dead. He is still alive, waiting for his part in the future.
His followers became the sap of the destroyer of human civilization. Tore apart human existence violently, as a form of insurmountable anger. Creating a perfect demon figure in the eyes of humans.
A year later magic in waran. A power of curse as well as the greatest gift for humans who inherited the spirit ancestors. To this day, magic continues to be passed on to generations, its existence expanding throughout the world, though hidden and not universal.
Hoping to become a human weapon to protect their extension from the demons. Apparently, some of them use it for bad things. It became a huge boomerang that destroyed human civilization itself.
The presence of magic continued to be inherited into the modern age, camouflaging well among the advances in human technology. Tucked away or even hiding in the neighborhood.
Until one day, a tragedy leads a young man to an unexpected destiny, making him knit a new purpose in a magical world filled with wonder, joy and sorrow. Teach the young man about the meaning of friends, love, and dreams.
Raihan Dityana Trosno was an ordinary young man at first. However, destiny always leads us on a storyline that is unpredictable, surprising and sometimes very magical.
This is the story of Radit wading through a new "world" with a friend who is always by his side.
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Episode 1's
The sun began to rise, shining the sky of the city with its scorching rays. Although the day had come, this was no reason to stop the activities of the city.
The streets are filled with hundreds of vehicles. Bus stops on the side of the road are filled with busy people. Calls of vehicles control the scorching atmosphere, clouding the stuffy atmosphere and congested highway.
"Jakarta is getting jammed, yes, thankfully it did not bring a motor." A girl muttered while propping her chin up on the table.
The friend in front of him did not bully. Red earphones covered his ears, his eyes were very serious staring at the mobile phone screen in the hand.
"Jawab cake!" The girl pinched the wrath of her own engrossed friend's arm.
"Aw!! What is the bell?!" His friend who was disturbed, looked at the girl while removing the earphones in the ears.
"People are answering dit! At least look, cake." Isabella called her name, called out loud, and then puffed her cheeks together.
"Yes sorry... You know I'm wearing this ." Radit pointed at his earphone, then he returned to play the phone.
"A free wifian, huh?" Isabella smiled mischievously.
"Go home ah!!" Isabella is standing up.
"Go home, but pay for my drink." Radit shook his hand at Isabella, Isabella stared at her friend, feeling unappreciated. But he could not refuse to treat Radit, because this treaty was a treaty. Who loses the duel in the game, must treat the winner and Isabella must be patient because he defeated Radit easily. He exhaled an annoyed breath and groped his High School uniform pouch. A second later his face paled.
"It...Bring ga money?" Isabella smiled to cry.
"Wallet missed?" Radit squinted, suspicious.
Isabella nodded.
"No." Radit.
Isabella was sitting limp in her chair.
"Well, thanks for the deal." Radit stood up and walked quickly towards the door of the cafe.
"Woi how is this!!" Isabella exclaimed in annoyance, making the people in the cafe look at her.
"You're the one who's buying." Radit answered with a sinless smile.
Then Radit pulled the door of the cafe and walked out, leaving Isabella alone in the cafe
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Tomorrow, in class
"Why you?" Radit frowned, staring at the long black-haired girl next to him was throwing her face away.
"Why?! Don't leave me alone in the panic dong, bitch!"
Isabella stared at the guy next to her, her red iris staring in anger.
"InfFECT? Shouldn't thank you. I went back and forth to the apartment to take the money and pay for everything, you should thank me for buying." Radit said casually as he patted his bag.
"At least explain first your plan first just go, don't leave in ignorance!" Isabella breathes in annoyance and does what Radit does.
"You know, right, that I'm not a bad guy?" Radit took out a package book as thick as a Dictionary and put it on the table.
"I never thought you were mean, just a bitch." Isabella did what Radit did.
KRIENGG!!!!!
The bell sings in the hallways of the classroom, the hour mark of the incoming lesson. The students rushed into their classes before asking the teacher.
"For the children." A teacher walks into Radit's classroom, wearing a blue shirt and black trousers, his thick mustache a symbol of his pride.
"Pftt.. , moustache pack." Isabella closed her mouth, she was about to laugh when she saw the charming mustache.
"Stop laughing." Radit whispered, but he also laughed.
"Kids!! On this sunny morning we have a new friend, from the outside again!" He raises his mustache, making Isabella have to try hard to hold back her laughter, the other students also do what Isabella did.
"Come in the new boy!" Mr. Eko his name, called out to a person standing in front of the Class door. The student came in and walked to the front of the class. His completely different appearance made the laughter that the disciples were holding onto disappear.
"Greetings, my name is Sebastian Alan. I hope we can be friends." He nodded politely. The bule was quite tall with a handsome face typical of Europe, a beautiful blond red curl mane and dark orange sharp eyes became the center of attention of the class, his skin as white as milk may be a compliment of people.
"Those who may ask may raise their hand." Mr. Eko told. However, there were only whispers of students filling the class, some female students glanced at the male lyrics in front of the blackboard.
"Yes, Alan sit there." Mr. Eko pointed at the empty bench behind Radit.
Alan nodded and walked there. He sat quietly, looking at Isabella with a cynical look.
