My Destiny Changed Thanks to Old Painting

Chapter 1: Magic painting

"Woah, this is the best decision. I don't want to burden my comrades" said one man in a typical military uniform, striped green. His name was Zian Zaidan.

He had just walked out of his superior's room after handing in his resignation letter. The short black-haired brooch-style man was only 21 years old. He retired early after suffering from Lou Gehrig’s Disease. It was a rare disease that made him unable to keep up with his activities as a soldier. Diseases that have not been cured, making it easily tired and weak, muscle function errors. He cannot do any heavy physical activity.

He still regrets his decision, but after thinking more deeply. Retirement is the best option.

The man peeked at the envelope containing his severance pay. "I'll probably use it for a relaxed life."

After finishing all his affairs in the military camp, such as tidying things up and saying goodbye to all his comrades. Zian hurried away. But, he did not expect this.

"Be careful on the road, Zian. It was a nice couple of years. When we're off, we'll definitely come visit!" His colleagues drove Zian up to his bus ride.

Zian nodded and waved his hand from the bus window. It was a heartwarming farewell, he would never forget his good comrades.

Zian did not intend to go straight home, but instead went to the hospital to see someone. She was the mother of a friend who had brought her into the military, she was the reason Zian could become a soldier. His services will never be forgotten.

"I will repay you, Raden," he murmured.

Zian intended to finance the treatment of his friend's mother, he had Uremia.

Zian intends to sell his grandfather's heritage house at a low price to quickly sell. Once someone bought it, he immediately paid for his mother Raden's medical expenses and transferred the rest of the money to the mother's account of his comrade-in-arms.

His friend Raden was on a mission in a remote place that was difficult to signal, so Zian could not contact him about his intentions.

Zian is now on his way home. He has lost his grandfather's legacy, but that doesn't matter. This way he can repay his services Raden even though not how much.

"Tolon——"

Zian saw a girl being dragged by a man to a deserted place. He moved to follow her. As an ex-soldier, he could not allow evil to happen before him.

The girl was about to be robbed and raped, the man with the ski mask covering his face pulled out a knife to threaten the girl to obey.

Zian hurriedly appeared and strangled the criminal from behind.

"Woi, what the fuck? Goddamn bum!"

*Yes!

Zian was not as strong as he used to be because of his illness. He was exhausted just by holding the criminal. The man with the black ski mask managed to scratch Zian's arm, then escaped.

"Hey, Miss. You okay?" zian asked to see the girl wearing the high school uniform was stunned.

"Ah? Your arm?!" the girl panicked, she flirted around to see if there was anyone, apparently there was no one in the small alley. "We have to treat it. Come on, I'll take you to the health center or the hospital!"

Zian shook his head and smiled at the girl. "This is not a serious injury. Most importantly, are your things safe?"

"Yes, I thank you for that. But, is it okay? His blood keeps dripping!" The girl glanced at the red liquid dripping from Zian's left arm.

"I'm an ex-soldier. This wound is small!" Zian was a little bragging.

Zian then immediately left regardless of the speech of the High School girl. After an exhausting journey, he finally reached home. He searched for a P3K box. But, his blood had accidentally dripped onto a scroll of ancient paintings that were splattered on the floor.

"Grandfather's painting? Ah, I did not intentionally dirty it!" Zian took the scroll, he was a bit confused as to why it was here, which should be stored in the warehouse.

"What's this?" Zian was surprised not to play. He accidentally threw the painting open.

Zian recalled that the painting had been around for hundreds of years, passed down from generation to generation. And more importantly, he said the painting was special. Well, even though Zian doesn't understand what makes him special.

But, now, he understood. The painting is clearly special. Zian drew closer to the painting, but he was attracted by something invisible towards the painting. He thought he was going to hit the floor. However, he is wrong, even Zian is now in a mysterious place.

"What kind of place is this? How did I get here?" Zian was confused looking at the surroundings.

It was a strange place, Zian was standing on a circle-shaped black ground and in the middle of the black ground was a small pond. Next to the small pond was also a plant.

"What kind of flower is that?" muttered Zian confused. For a lifetime, he had only first seen a flower that had three petals of different colors. Blue, red, and yellow.

Zian was about to touch the flower out of curiosity. However, again something invisible held his outstretched hand and he then bounced away.

"Whatis that? There's some kind of protector that protects the flower and blows me away?" astonished Zian, held onto his waist which was aching from the impact.

Moments later, Zian recalled the painting of his grandfather's relics. It was exactly the same as the place he had been to now.

"Could, huh? Am I really in that painting?" mumbling Zian. Then he looked around.

Besides the black ground with a small pond in the middle, as well as the strange flower. The place was practically like a room. Zian couldn't explain what his eyes were seeing, but maybe this was a wall. He was in a room.

More importantly, how do you get out of the painting?

"How do I get out? Is there some kind of spell?" The man began to panic. He really doesn't know how to get out.

"Woi, how's this? Am I gonna be stuck in here for life! Please get me out!" zian shouted He was a little desperate.

A moment of silence, Zian felt something strange. The feeling when something unseen pulls him into the painting appears again. The next second he was home.

"I made it out? This is really my house, isn't it?" Zian looked around. His gaze ended in a mysterious painting that somewhat traumatized him.

However, Zian could think of an advantage. He just found something strange. That must be valuable.

"That's no ordinary painting?!

Zian began to think about what he would do to the magic painting. Sold it?

Well, it's possible.

Antique collectors must really like it, especially it is not an ordinary painting.

Zian became excited to use his grandfather's painting for his personal gain.

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Note

Lou Gehrig’s Disease: A disease of the nervous system that weakens the muscles and affects physical function.

In this disease, nerve cells are damaged, which reduces the function in the supplied muscle. The cause is unknown.