Jams

the chapter up 01

Since the day of the shrimp-boiled Jihan had to hold her longing by eating at the home of her brother. Sad, scared, ashamed to be one.

In the room after returning from the Panti, Jihan also expressed her intention to send a WA message to Marcel. He whines so much. Jihan was anxious, but still confused.

On Monday, Jihan sat down with a course she had studied at noon during a work break. He does not want to earn as usual.

Scheduled learning hours were completed in the Maghrib, but now Jihan is pushing her PR hours into the afternoon.

Digh!

Jihan landed on the roof of the house. From basetime into the subconscious, he must have fallen down on the invisible layer while squatting. Jihan was also freed from the laws of momentum and impulse; her legs were intact.

"Spear," said Jihan calling the freight.

An iron bar came stuck in the invisible layer with a special sound, the sound of a hammer.

Thaang!!

Spear can also be said to be ang-kutan lusid, can deliver its users from the timeline to Internal. It can even directly return the lusid to basetime without the need to stop by the timeline first. He could wake the dreamer up all of a sudden.

Inside the Escort or train car, the transport is directly parked in the corner of the room. The iron stenlis is like a mysterious object of the USO class, untitled stay object. The hobby is silent and faithfully serves the user of his services.

Escorts are held to facilitate the lusid, driver, and seeder so that the occupants can freely explore Internal in this starting line.

Near the door of her bedroom carriage, Jihan sat next to Nizi who was waiting for her. He received a sheet of transparent roll screen. Jihan observed the 'magic paper', where the picture of her was printed sitting holding Marcel's body.

"He's not as weak as a T-Rev shot" Jihan looked at her files on the A5.

"The waves that the enemy uses can dispel consciousness, attack the senses. The level of damage is equivalent to the wave value in Raven's hand cover, or the suction power of my headstone, sir. Four point nine seven (4, 97) wraps ."

"Yes. If the value is even five ripples of the opponent's will. But that was also a success gini menggembankan the Bebep," commented Jihan over 'fainting'nya Marcel in the simulator.

In a special room, called a grey room, Jihan sat waiting. He observed all the walls painted in gray, there was CCTV in the corner of the ceiling of the room. Jihan is still piyama.

A warden enters holding Heart's right shoulder to the middle of the Grey Room, bringing it to Jihan. A vest-like device was attached to the inmate's chest. He was once taken to Endfield in the same vest, but Jihan just saw him. After Heart sat down lazily, the officer left the two of them, closing the door from the outside.

Glikh!

"Heart, you'll be joining in two centuries. You will be sad because Nia's body does not live long. He's aging in that room."

"Yes, I know, Nature," said Marcel ex-mutant. "You killed him."

"That's Nature's business, Heart. He's kept enslaved to the Hoax. Don't want to be saved that way, reject the community. It's a risk to the timeline violator, he's also following along again, breaking protocol. We can no longer tolerate Nia. Especially the bad Hoax. Well let him know for himself now what it's like to be in an international prison. It won't be as quiet as you, in this cave."

"Nia didn't intend to kill your driver, Nature. He told you about him (Hoax)."

"Is the community wrong, Heart? I was about this first. I can ask you about your body, no, Cell?"

Jihan thrust out the archival paper while turning it in front of Heart with a familiar name. Heart is not much different from the face and age of Marcel. Jihan silently leaned back to watch Heart's lips.

Heart observed the stiff paper, touching the forehead of the ascetic who looked still smooth rather than the body. The body on the lusid's lap had so many incisions and gunshot wounds. Heart immediately sat back staring at the LCD size photo.

"What is the reason you are active in this age? Is this Area Five in your friend's homestay?"

"Yes, take the final chapter" Jihan replied. "You all know puberty. I know how it feels. The other one might be alesan he (Nia). Honestly, I'd like to know, if she's interested in you, Heart?"

"I'm not aging, Nature."

"It's because your heart is pure blueprint. Yes khan?"

"Nature, listen. With this damping serum, I can no longer freely access xmatter. My ransom is not close yet, and it certainly is none of your business.."

Heart continued the show. He even memorized how to operate the roll screen. Heart play the war video, watch the action of two kissers on A5. Heart looks serious.

Jihan rubbed the skin of her hands, revealing light spots on her chest. Heart immediately moved eyes to see it.

Heart paused the video and rolled up the monitor. He put it on the table. Heart leaned back into the chair while staring at Jihan, waiting to be asked.

"It's none of my business, Heart," Jihan said as she rubbed her skin again, closing the sighting. "That reproves this lo. McWell is barbaric and wild. Lo kalem, want to know, friendly. Even that's it, the effect is still.lo deliberately let the ketangkep so."

"Nay didn't catch me, he gave me two options. This serum and your friend (Marcel) are."

"What's your second choice, you mean your death, Heart? But apparently Marcel does not want to go back, does not want to live with your heart. You're the radiation that's on Hera's sword, aren't you?"

"really. Just ask about the mark on your chest, Nature."

"Heart.."

"You're part of Kencana. Same as me. Freewill specks. I'm radiation, trigger spontaneous change. I'm the same Nutrient and put it on an empty body. Your nature is the same here, Nature. You can call me a mediator."

"So what exactly is a tunnel, where you came from?"

"You'll be like me when you find out firsthand."

"Hhhhhh.."

"I was in your position, Nature. Not even those five vocals can answer your question."

"Lo nih aka dead end. Stand private. You know more about Internal than Hoax. Or not to be forced to."

"Either. All I remember, fill that Kencana, the other side. There's nothing behind your freewill point. You peek, you on the other side doing the same thing."

"So the sign in my hand is the camera lens you mean? What lens?"

"Either. You can call Kencana that. Listen, Nature. If you want to erase this sign, you're coming to the wrong look."

"May I know where you mean delete?"

"You are."

"This is not the place, but the perpetrator."

"Where can I tell you, I just met you."

"You'll come back one day with the same thing. I'm looking forward to it, Nature."

Jihan walked down an empty cell. He climbed a concrete staircase at the end of the road holding a roll of sails. Then on the top floor it turns out that the tiles are being mopped.

Jehan stops looking for dry surfaces to tread on. Officers allowed him to walk, speak French. With a sigh of relief, Jihan nodded.

"L-yes.. Sorry yes," said Jihan when in front of the officer, but his legs were nyeker.

Jihan stood reading a name board in a room like a museum. There was a cloud locked in a glass box, and in front of it was a wisp of fog named A5. He was at the portal exhibit, the room where the wormhole was collected.

Geck! Tokks!

Jihan then turned to the sound of knocking, she was waiting for people apparently.

"It's weird that lusid came here," said the box knocker, standing in the middle of the square with his Firefly that was in the middle of the mosquito's fleck.

The young man immediately sat down as soon as Jihan saw him.

"Oh, that. Lusid from outside the team rarely comes here huh? I need to be with you guys" Jihan said as she sat in the consulting chair.

"I must be horrified when it comes to Panti, Han."

"Yes. It's still about them."

Jihan thrusts the scroll she brought to the white coat, snailer and he comes alone in surprise to find Jihan in the room. Jihan was still looking through the glass box to wait for the snailer to finish checking the archives.

"You want to propose healing to learn?"

"Ehh, umm.."

"They refused the feature. Let's keep learning the lessons that are sought. We can't make it, your request."

"Gue really. umm.."

"You told him to (Marcel)?? Does mo develop the realm?"

"Eh no. I just want to talk about the highest level."

"That can be seen in the portal setting. Basic, expert, and hell. The line he set in the middle."

"I'm confused about healing. What line did Marcel set up?"

"Expert line. If you take the hell line, there can be no abrasions."

"Not looking bad."

"Not yet escape from a shot, incision, or puncture. That minute no hermit could survive the poison, my formula. Most take basic, same enemy level twenty-five (25), half enemy power."

"Did Marcel ever take the hell line?"

"Ever twice. I have to go home - make sure the level of the area is still with him or not. Sterilization is intended so that the player is not addicted."

"How simple?"

"Liar player can still distinguish, where is the simulation, where is the exploration. Sometimes I have to ask for Khodam and Ririn's observation," said the formula developer while showing his thumb covered in "ink".

"So the learned refused healing huh?"

"Yes that's how."

"Where are your comments about the archive?"

"I'm horrified this isn't her original body, just an ordinary xmatter that her will controls. That's mayan damage. He's a hitter (savvy, nimble). We'll know when Marcel has installed his original body. What can control radiation Kencana, we don't know yet."

"Bro, I'm new to the Circlet, meet the ori. Heart said, I'm he's waiting for you. That said. He's waiting for Marcel this time, huh?"

"Too him-"

"Assynolt..!"

"Walaikumsalam," replied Jihan and the young man.

It turned out that there were other guests visiting, women as high school children, and still standing in the room.

"Nwg.. Is it still a long time, brother? I'm from Panti, there's a need to install an area in my homestay."

"Oh yes, I did. Sit down here."

"Please Brother. Hehe.. Sorry to interrupt."

"Gue is done. Slow down," Jihan said as she rolled up the screen. "Thanks yes, Bro. I'm here again sometime. Yuk. Assalamualaikum.."

"Getishalam."

In the room, Jihan's body was somewhat jerked, close-minded. He daydreams in bed thinking about what he just got about Marcel. The activity was enough to treat his longing. Jihan turned the position of the body, staring at the ceiling.

"Hhh.. Call no, call no.. Hhh.. It's nine o'clock. He was afraid he'd take it."

Jihan was silent letting Lavender's fragrance air in the room room. Confused it still hit. The number he got from Ririn made him even more unsettled. Jihan was confused, what she really wanted.

"Huaa.. Marceeeel. You know, nyebelin know! Hix.. What the hell, you choose to die? I don't want to join me like this, Cell.. Hicks."

Jihan talked to herself with her head buried in the bolster that became her bedmate. It turns out that he's got a phobia about the angel Izrail's job. Jihan may not have wanted to see the death of a loved one, unfortunately, still remembered the death of the recluse in the simulation.

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