The Adventures of Clara

The Night is Long

01.01

A man runs down the alley in the deserted streets of Denia City. His body was full of wounds. Even his left hand was nowhere.

The festive atmosphere of the festival had to be suspended due to the Mayor's sudden order so most residents had to go to bed early. Starting from the main road to the back alley filled with military personnel. A miracle this man still hasn't met any of them.

"Damn!" cursed continuously.

"I should have tried to bomb somewhere else first. The old man ... Shit all."

The identity of this person was none other than the five-star villain, Mad Bomber, Kila King.

As the saying goes, "Art is an explosion."

Living with explosions, dying with explosions.

His whole life can be summed up with the words, this bomb, that bomb, the explosion of this place, the explosion of that thing.

Since childhood he has been used by the people of the underworld because of this unique ability. When he was ten years old, the number of people who became victims had reached three digits.

Even after blowing up the people who exploited him, he did not stop from this activity, even he became more and more.

This time he made a deal with the old man which has been a hot conversation lately. His goal was simple, namely to become the first person to successfully shake the foundation of mankind, the Hero City of Denia. Unmitigated he went further to bomb the headquarters of the Adventurers Alliance.

He had already devised a plan in advance, a few days before he had planted many bombs inside the Alliance building. He even brought 100 explosive puppets to attack the Alliance headquarters.

And this is how it turned out. Running in disorder for survival. All his life something like this happened for the first time.

The explosion that should have been able to destroy the ten-story building simply could not scratch the tiles of the Alliance headquarters. He was very astonished, if what materials were used to make this place. His endurance is insane.

The subsequent battle with the adventurers became a one-sided massacre. The adventurers turned out to be slightly stronger than he expected. That in itself is not too much of a problem. The problem was the whereabouts of a woman he had met several times before during a visit to the Alliance headquarters.

"Ja@@ng that. Isn't he a receptionist? I can't believe there's such a crazy person guarding the Alliance headquarters."

Usually the woman always has a graceful and charming smile, making anyone stunned to see her. But this time the same smile stimulated his hair to stand up. His already deeply honed instincts screamed warning of a danger sign.

Fortunately, the woman did not fight directly. However, his healing ability was too powerful. The adventurer who was dying a second ago could instantly recover completely the next second.

"Dam. Shit."

He could feel the existence of some people were following him.

With his current condition it was impossible for him to fight.

"Dam. Why is it so quiet here."

He needs someone else to use as ammunition. Unfortunately, the streets are very quiet. Too quiet to feel so weird.

He walked and kept walking. His condition is getting worse. Those damn adventurers were still patiently following him.

"If you want to kill me, do it quickly!" the pekikin' in heart.

It was not that he did not know their intentions. Most likely they were hoping to find another criminal working with him.

Unfortunately for them, criminals do not trust anyone, especially other criminals. Although called cooperation, each of them acts according to their own judgment.

Whatever the situation is, it is still dangerous. Even if the adventurer chose to remain silent and observe, there was a high chance that he would die first from the wounds on his body.

Fortunately, God still loves him. That is if God really exists.

Not far from here he felt a crowd of people in a pub. Without a doubt his real body ran towards that place.

That's right, all this time the adventurers were observing were just substitute puppets. His real body was hiding nearby. Once again he felt lucky to know the attitude of waiting and seeing adventurers.

He violently opened the door of the pub. The customers inside are mostly merchants.

Honestly, they are not her favorite type. To be able to roam in this dangerous world required a certain level of security. This makes most traders rather strong, especially those who peddle in the northern regions.

If possible, he would prefer the common people to be used as ammunition.

But let. Beggars are not allowed to be picky.

"Gentlemen and ladies!"

"Please. Die."

02:18

That night Clara had a dream.

In the colorful flower field, he ran to and fro. Very light and no load. It was as if a pair of wings were growing on his back.

Then one day Clara saw the back of a woman walking behind her. Unknowingly his eyes started to get wet, but he tried to hold it in. He started running towards the woman. However, no matter how hard Clara tried, the back felt increasingly distant and distant until it was no longer visible.

Finally the dam of her tears was destroyed. In his frustration he shouted something, a name, or perhaps a call, perhaps? Ask him not to go.

But the one he called did not listen at all.

Clara was crying so hard. Tightly.

At that moment when her heart was breaking, Clara felt someone embrace her tightly. As if I didn't want to let him go. The man continued to comfort Clara by saying,

"Don't cry."

"I will always be by your side. I promise."

"Smile, laugh, live happily."

Clara's cry turned into a sobbing, slowly starting to stop.

This voice and warmth were also something that he deeply missed. Clara was not a crybaby, but somehow in this dream she always wanted to cry. With her face covered in snot Clara turned to face the man.

"Yes ... AAAAAHHHH!"

"Ba~."

Something that should have been his father had turned into a strange rabbit-like creature but not a rabbit. She has no eyes or mouth and instead has a child-like streak as her facial features. He is a real creature but not real. Like a three-dimensional object in a two-dimensional world.

Clara soon realizes the identity of this creature. With all her soul and body Clara beat the creature.

"Raph!"

And with that Clara's dream tonight is over.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing that entered Clara's gaze was the starry sky with the full moon as its center.

"Beautiful."

But this didn't last long. Because Clara knew, this would be painful if left further as it is. So with a beautiful acrobatic technique the girl adjusted her position in the air, prepared the landing point, and finally managed to stomp on the ground safely.

The audience watching him applauded.

Clara began to assess the situation. His current position is unknown. More so why he could be here is still a mystery.

Nearby was also a group of strangers with combat-ready equipment, seemingly adventurers. Clara's gaze stopped on a certain man in the line of adventurers. That person was the man he had met recently.

With the equipment of a hunter. Has eyes as sharp as an eagle and mustache and beard neatly arranged. Who else if not Pedro.

Clara tries to remember recent events but to no avail. The last thing he remembered was that he was duetting with the bear uncle. Clara now understands the meaning of the word alcohol ruining your life.

"Yeah! Clara! How stupid of you," inward Clara.

At first he just wanted to try a little out of curiosity. Who would have thought it would turn out that way. His actions were very careless. As a cute, cute, and helpless little girl, it was truly a fortune she could reach this point with a healthy walafiat.

His head was currently filled with questions. But he immediately put it aside for now. All will be answered in time.

Might?

"Well, whatever," thought Clara.

Clara decided to approach the adventurer group first.

He tried to walk but maybe because the effects of alcohol had not completely disappeared, he ignored and eventually fell down. It hurts, of course. But his shame was more unbearable.