The Musafir

Life Expectancy Focused on the Book

But why does the voice without being say that I will receive torments that I never thought possible? What kind of torture is that?

I felt water falling on my head. Not just once or twice. Even the drops of water not only hit my head, but also the gap on both sides of my body. The water drops are getting bigger.

Is it raining, while the sun is shining brightly? Does this include the torture I'm about to receive?

I must have been curious, but I couldn't raise my head to see what was happening. Both sides of this gap had completely squeezed me. I can't move at all.

The drops of water turned into a very heavy water splash like a waterfall on the edge of a large river. My body is soaked. The water quickly filled this gap, continuing uphill to my feet.

I set my breathing in the midst of the increasingly heavy water. I am really very scared. Will my body be submerged in a state of being sandwiched between these two gigantic stone walls? If it can make me die instantly without feeling the terrible torture, then really I am fine. But what if in fact, I would suffer other terrible torments that I had never imagined before?

***

FOR a moment, Mantingan let go of his attention from reading the text of the Book of the Unnamed. The enemy that attacked him had been so numerous. He had been and continues to be pushed into the forest. The mantan is getting overwhelmed, because now his enemies can climb trees and then hit him from above. The mantant really has to focus his mind on facing the fight.

He picked up a branch that was lying just like that under a tree. The branch resembled a sword rod with a length of only half a fathom. The flow of energy in the branch. It was a second sword to be played by his left hand.

As an expert swordsman, he was able to make any sword become as sharp as an heirloom sword. Not to mention after studying the Book of Savrinadeya, his understanding of swordsmanship was increasing.

The mantle rotates like a propeller with a sword in each hand. After all the concentration of the mind is aimed at the fight, Mantingan is able to bring out all his abilities. Although really, he felt that continuing to read the memory of the Savrinadeya Book remained the best option, which he was forced not to choose due to circumstances.

The mantan is able to dispel the attacks of his enemies, can even give a counterattack on them. However, Mantingan did not know until when he could survive in such a state. They attack like the flood. No matter how many warriors the Mantian had killed, they would continue to grow by a far greater number.

The mantan had lost the ability to read his omens altogether. He can only guess at enemy attacks using his basic instincts, not change like other warriors.

There were already countless how many wounds were imprinted on his body. There are also countless numbers of prana energy that Mantingan muster to as much as possible resist the movement of deadly poison that comes from the opponent.

The mantle continues to spin and spin. The bodies of his enemies are scattered, because each round is always accompanied by the greatness of the wind that has extraordinary sharpness. Not to mention with the enemies that were struck by his sword, it would definitely be cut apart with a flimsy. Some warriors even still had the awareness to see their waists and stomachs separated.

The enemy warriors looked as if they could not believe that their comrades were killed with just a branch of a tree that should have no meaning at all. Coupled with a whirlwind as sharp as a sword that always follows every movement of the Mantingan. So the feelings, with as much as they are, Mantingan will still be able to overcome them.

But in reality, Mantingan attacks are actually getting weaker sharply. No matter how much prana Mantingan exerted, the poison in his wounds still spread into his body. When the poison reached his heart and brain, then a deadly thing would happen. The mantle is late.

The young man staggered several times before crashing into a large tree. He stopped to lean his back against the tree trunk. However, his enemies continued to arrive relentlessly, they would not care whether the Mantan was in a state ready to fight or not, they only cared about the success of the task!

Currently, Mantingan did not carry a large number of needles and flying knives. He only uses these things when circumstances have really urged him. Then his current actions could be considered as a desperate attack that was at once his last resistance.

Gentas had been all those flying weapons. The mantan flashed a small smile as the desperate attack had managed to kill over a hundred of its enemies. Then his body fell weakly, then fell to the ground helplessly. His consciousness was dim as he felt his body being lifted up standing by a number of people.

“The oldest brother wants him alive.”

Head Cursed mantle. His body was forced to remain standing in consciousness remaining a finger.

“He has killed so many of our brothers,” reply others. “Supposed he was instantly killed as soon as he was captured.”

“It is precisely because he killed too many of our brothers that the eldest brother asked him to be taken alive. He has prepared a terrible torture to pay for all his mistakes.”

The mantan can only smile in the mind, because his lips have been difficult to move. In the end, he will feel the terrible torment of the Unnamed Woman, which should always end in a painful death. How, however, could the Unnamed Woman escape death after suffering torture in the cleft that divides the two great hills? Mantingan felt the need to continue reading the Unnamed Story in one of his recesses.

Right now, the entire life expectancy of a Mantingan was focused on his memory of the Book of the Unnamed.

***

WATER is getting higher. My chest is now submerged in water. While I can't move at all, the same means that I can't swim up to the surface if I drown later. I went back to regulating breathing which things can certainly affect my mental state.

Wouldn't it be okay if in the end I died in this crack? I have tried my hardest to complete this task. Although it ended in failure, at least I did not leak the secrets of my secret network to the enemy.

I don't care if I am defeated by a high or low skilled swordsman later. Dying in the hands of a powerful swordsman is not my goal at all. Rather than dying in carrying out the task that became my main goal. So, why should I be afraid of death while I am currently on duty?

That's how I smiled when the water level had sunk my head. I can't take a breath, and I don't have the science that can keep me breathing even though my nose and mouth are submerged in water. I'm going to die, and it's not a problem at all. Although I admit that there are still many regrets in life that I have not paid for completely, but I have understood that not all regrets can be paid.

I chose not to hold my breath, because it would only make me more tormented. And that's how I let the water in my mouth and nose. All I thought about was a quick and easy death. When the water entered my lungs, then of course my life floated leaving my body in the blink of an eye.

But what I imagined was not real. I thrashed because I felt such tremendous pain. I've never felt my mouth and nose become so tight. My chest seemed to be about to break at that moment. But I did not die. The pain continued to persist, not decreasing the slightest item.

I'm starting to shit. All the calm I had obtained had evaporated away without rest. I was again afraid, extremely scared, as if this fear could not be matched by any kind of fear!