Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 4-2] What Kind of Story Is This!?

The heat! It felt really hot, as if I was in a big cauldron right now. Boiled into a delicious soup made from the main meat plump handsome guy.

Goddamnit! What the hell happened? As I recall it was in Wanara's room that was cool-tended cold-because the air conditioning was turned on. Then, why would it suddenly turn this hot?

A moment! I heard some strange noises around, and the funny thing was, I also felt that I was now in a moving place. There were some slow shocks felt.

Slowly I opened my eyes. Moved for a moment, then rubbed it a few times. Not believing the sight before.

It is not a refrigerated room, with many posters of anime characters, bands, and famous artists tacked on the wall. Now everything's changing drastically! I was in a small room made of wooden planks, around which were placed many boxes, barrels, and sacks stacked.

Ah yes! Is correct. The last time I remember was, that damned book sucked me in by force. After that I lost consciousness. And, bet, if this is the world in the cursed book entitled, "Journal of Sailing Towards a Lost Continent".

I swear, I'm sorry now. Had it not been an emotional rush, and taken the book, this crazy thing would not have happened.

Oh, come on, tell me this is all a dream! It is very unlikely, right, if we think realistically, strange things like entering another world can happen.

Wanara's words about pain, hunger, and other things like that, which can be felt in this world, began to ring clearly in the head.

Judging from this book, I am sure it will be related to the ocean. Yes, said the voyage, it could not be not, it was certain that I had to sail the ocean to get to the end of the story.

It's not that I don't like the ocean, or have seasickness. Swimming is the most horrible activity for me.

I can swim even if I'm not an expert. But, because it used to drown in the pool, until now, it still traumatized me.

Yeah, I'm most anti-office. In fact, even in the summer, when the pool became the choice of many people to spend time, I prefer to stay in the room with the air conditioning turned on. Hibernate all day while playing games, without wearing any clothes at all. Just clothes, not naked.

Yes so. Makes me even more sorry I'm so smart, and pick a blue book!

The story of the voyage, the ship, the ocean, and also the horse-bareing that I heard in front ....

Waita minute! Don't tell me this ship sailed by being pulled by a seahorse. It would be absurd then. Kind of in the box sponge cartoon show.

I was about to rise up out of the pile of wooden boxes. And, at that moment I felt a stinging pain that was very deep on my shoulder. Don't know for what reason, but it proves Wanara's warning.

I looked towards the source of the pain, and I was flabbergasted at that moment. I now wear a poncho on his shoulder with blackened bloodstains.

That's not all. When this face curaba, felt a wisp of frowny hair that grows out. On the chin, under the nose, and connecting with the curls covered with this hat.

So so! This is Wanara's point where he enters into the body of a young man named Sam. In this story I experienced it too.

Being inside an om-om berewokan, who was large, callous hands, and smelled musty. It's so single!

Most unlucky of all that is, the body of this man is not in a fit condition. Have a wound on the back shoulder, which may have been infected.

Goddamnit! This story is ridiculous! Nothing yet I've been made hurt!

For not knowing what to do with Om Brewok's wounds, and still curious about my whereabouts now. Slowly I crawled to remove the cloth curtain at the left end of the room.

Jeez ... I should have known, and realized since then, where I am now!

A brown expanse that refracts gold when highlighted by the scorching sunlight. Extensive stretches with several high-coloured uniforms. That's what I saw when I looked out of this place, which turned out to be a caravan pulled by horses.

On the right and left of this chariot, lined with cowboys riding, with its greasy face, which was dappled with dust. And, of course they carry fire as their weapons. There was a long-barreled shotgun strapped to the back, and a revolver girded at the waist.

This is all really confusing me! The theme of this story is about the voyage, but why am I now even in the desert? What does this have to do try?

"Mr Damarion," call someone behind me. The other side of the horse carriage was covered by a seedy cloth.

I turned around, and found a man with a high hat staring. Slip curtains.

"What are you bothering me about, huh?"

Uh, briefly! That's not the word I want to say. "I'm not Damarion. Who are you, and where are we now?" That's what should come out of this mouth. But, why is that phrase spoken?

I remember! Wanara also said that he had experienced something like that. His words changed when he wanted to say something that was not in accordance with the rules of this world.

"It's not so, sir. But as our promise. I gave you a ride, and you protected us with your great shooting ability. Just a reminder, soon we will get to the Borex desert bandit region. Please prepare." The man closed the curtain before I could reply. Leaving me alone in confusion.

Amazingly, this guy managed to get a ride permit on this merchant trip, after showing his excellent shooting skills.

Imagine. He can shoot a fly from a long distance. It was not only once, but up to three times done, to prove that his expertise is not luck alone.

So that's how it works. Eh .. Even about the singles, actually comes from the memory of Margo who was as important as perched in my mind.

There was a sound of horses neighing from the outside, before the pace of this horse carriage slowed down. Furthermore, there was an indistinct chatter from outside, which was covered by the whirlwind of the desert.

I'm sure it's not a good sign. Surely now this group has arrived in the desert bandit region. My guess was further strengthened by the entry of the high-hatted skipper into the carriage where I was.

"You get ready, Mr. Margo, we've reached the Borex desert bandits, and according to ...."

Rusty's words did not reach the end, because suddenly the sound of gunfire interjected.

The war with the desert bandits has already begun! I'm the plain one and don't know anything, so dragged in it. This is all because of Wanara and his cursed book!

Don't know how I'm gonna fare now. Where Wanara did not explain, about how the risk if dead in this world, at the beginning of the chapter even raised an angel of death! A violent desert bandit!

Isn't that shit his name?

"Mr Damarion, come out and help the others to face the desert bandits. I'm sure, with your ability, the******** that's not a problem at all."

Out your bald! Don't you see him, if I'm as scared as he is. Cowering on the floor of the caravan carriage with trembling legs.

"I-I .. That, the wound on my shoulder suddenly hurt," I said, looking for an excuse.

Rusty Golbar. "You're not saying that it's just a small wound, and it's not a barrier to the time you shoot! Never mind, don't play around anymore. Soon you're out, and finish those bandits as soon as you can."

"But .. I'm a peace-loving man, sir. Even if forced to face them, I .. I should pray first. Yes, pray, to be mentally prepared."

The sunken and big-legged man glared at sangar looking at me. There was no need to explain that he was angry and upset. But how else? Although the Margo is a good shot, but I have never held and used a real weapon like this brewpub.

"Get out now, or I'll throw you out of this carriage! Show me your skills, and don't make me regret not reporting you to the officers in town! Now you help me in return, God damn it!"

Obviously I got on the blackboard hearing it, though the threat of him sounding ridiculous-how to try to throw me out, with his small body. After all, for what I came out, I was sure twenty cowboys riding was enough to fight the desert bandits.

"Don't panic that way, sir. I'm sure soon those desert bandits will lose. Listen to the gunshots outside ...." My speech stopped, because instantly, the body of the horseman was thrown into the carriage. In a lifeless condition because his forehead has been penetrated by bullets.

"Get you out now, you fucking brewpub!" Rusty savagely pressed the wound on my shoulder, so he easily pushed me - who was lost in pain - out of the carriage.

I fell down on the sand. Complaining of the pain of holding the wound on the back of the open shoulder.

Rushing I tried to stand up, to be able to reenter the carriage. But, only half lifted this body, I immediately stared with wide-eyed.

I shudder to see the surroundings. Many cowboys are already lying on the sand. Dead, or seriously injured. Same with the horses they ride. Helpless, with multiple gunshot wounds, not knowing how many.

"Hey ...you!" call a cowboy, who crawls with one hand accompanied by a groan of pain. And, in each of his movements, blood continued to pour from the gunshot wound in his stomach. "Ba-help .. ka-mi .. they ...."

That remark would never be able to be completed, because with a heartless savage, someone shot him in the head. Ending the man's life, which is actually already on the edge of the horn.

I stared at the cowboy's body, which was only a step away from me, lifeless.

My mouth can't scream even if I want to.

Horses pacing the sand approaching. By the time I came to my senses, the ruthless-faced cowboy was already surrounding me with a pushy look.

Oh, my God .. instantly the air gets very hot. Not only was it caused by the scorching sun without clouds in the sky, but also because suddenly my body temperature increased drastically. The wound on my shoulder must have been the cause.

Buried my gaze stared at the muzzle of the raised weapon. Directed directly by a bandit right towards the headstone. I've finished my history.

God, if you have to die here, I beg you to send me to Heaven, yes.

Time yes, already dead in the desert when he was feverish, even had to go to a hot hell. You know that I am a good son, Lord.

Dor's!