The Power Enthusiast

MINERVO 52: Time Bracelet

"Hm?" Paul blinked his eyelids, stabilizing his breathing and calming his racing heart. Paul was astonished, finding himself lying on a very luxurious soft bed, a blanket covering the surface of his body, very thick and warm. Paul also looked at the interior of the room so beautiful, there was an oval-shaped window beside the bed, which was equipped with a pot containing small-sized cactus plants. "Where is this?"

Paul was confused, he did not understand why he could be in such a luxurious place. Because Paul does not remember that he has acquaintances or friends who are rich. Paul moved his arm, revealing the thick blanket that covered his body, and he was shocked. Because it turns out the condition of his body is naked, there is not a single piece of cloth that covers every inch of his skin. Paul quickly covered his blanket to hide his naked body.

"What's going on?" Paul furrowed his brows, pensive. He tried to remember the events that happened to him before he could wake up in such a luxurious place, something must be wrong. Paul kept trying to remember every moment he went through, until finally, he could remember everything. Yes, Paul remembered that he was in Cocoa City, to find the next hero. And Paul remembered that the next hero was Abbas, a burly black man who only wore shorts. And Paul also remembered some of the events that happened in Cocoa City, such as meeting with Abbas, talking about the Cocoa City system, warmly welcomed in a rickety hut, trying to remove the red bracelet that is difficult to remove, and arrive at the fight against the White Robes.

All of that, Paul remembers it clearly. But, there was something that made Paul's head so dizzy, it was about when he fought the White Robes. For some reason, Paul's entire body shivered when he realized that he had previously been attacked with large stones, which were smashed directly into his body, among the heavy rain. The wounds that should have been in each curve of his body, for some reason, all disappeared completely. In fact, his body also feels fresh fit, there is no pain that should be throbbing.

Paul sighed, he did not think this weird thing could happen to him. And Paul didn't think it was all a dream, because he knew that the pain when the head, stomach, neck and legs were hit with giant stones was blindly, he said, it really feels very real.

And it's incredibly painful.

The fragrant aroma around this room poked Paul's nose, to be honest, he liked the smell. Like smelling a refreshing orange peel. The glittering light that entered through the glass from the oval-shaped window beside the bed, pierced into Paul's eye membrane, looking bright and dazzling. Reflex, Paul squinted his eyelids, then he shimmered, sliding his butt on the surface of the mattress padded, to approach the oval window.

Again his eyes saw something shocking, even this was too crazy to explain. Just imagine, Paul thought, as he pushed his head against the window pane, he would see a beautiful view of the green mountains, or the ripples of the streets, or the rustic atmosphere, or perhaps, the height of urban buildings. But in fact, all the estimates are wrong. Because, what Paul saw from the window at this time, was just a wisp of white clouds slowly marching under the building that he believed to be a castle.

"Everything...cloud!?" Paul gulped his saliva, shocked by the sight before him. Thanks to that, you have questions that pop into his head, like; where is he really? Why is there no surface he sees in the window? Was the room he occupied the highest room of a castle, until its height pierced through the clouds? After all, is it really a castle? It could be a skyscraper from a city, but who brought Paul here? It's getting confusing.

"Thank God," Suddenly there came an open door and the voice of someone who entered this room, Paul quickly turned his head slightly to turn to the figure that appeared, and again, again, paul's eyes were wide. "I guess you'll wake up in two or three days, I didn't expect you'd wake up this fast, Mister."

It turned out that the person who had just entered this room was Roswel, a tall, pale-white man who always wore a black robe, he smiled a friendly smile at Paul by walking casually to the bed, his hand carried a basket of fresh citrus fruits. The basket was instantly stored on a white nightstand attached to the wall. The oranges look very clean and slippery, the color of the crowbar also looks so striking. It looks so good, and what about it? Paul wanted to taste a fruit. But in a hurry Paul forgot about oranges, he had to ask Roswel more important things.

"Rosewel!" said Paul by pulling a blanket to his body so that his nakedness was tightly covered. "Actually, where am I!?"

After storing the orange basket on the nightstand, Roswel buried his buttocks beside the bed surface. He looked at Paul's face filled with question marks and confusion.

"You're at my residence, sir."

Paul was dumbfounded, his mouth wide open. "Your residence!?" Paul took a look at every corner of the room with fret. "So this is your home!?" There was little admiration from Paul as he watched the luxury of the bedroom he occupied, which was a small part of the entire room in Roswel's house. "okay! Forget about that!" Since the question was already answered, Paul quickly moved on to the next question. "If this is your home, what city are you in, Roswel!? Why is it that there are only white clouds below!? Is this room on the highest peak in your house!?"

"No, sir," replied Roswel with a warm smile that was so soothing. "My house is not much different from your home, it's just that, the area is a little larger and the interior is a little more unique than your home. Then, regarding the location, we are actually above the clouds, sir. Maybe you think my house is on land, and it has a tall tower that pierces through the clouds, right? That's not right, sir. Because the truth is happening, my house is standing on a cloud."

"B-Stand up in the clouds!?" Paul was so shocked. "You crazy!? That's impossible! How could a cloud that resembled a puff of smoke, be able to withstand the size of a house!? Goddamnit! No matter how I imagined it, still, it was so weird!"

"You don't have to force yourself to imagine it, after all, I'm not telling you to believe my words. It's up to you to believe it, or not" Roswel said, taking one orange and throwing it at Paul. Paul accepted it. "In addition," Roswel continued his words with such polite intonation. "I have destroyed some white-robed humans who attacked you and others. I froze them, and then broke them to pieces. And I'm sure, the ice that made their bodies freeze was already melting, leaving the pieces of rotten meat lying on the ground."

"Do you mean the whereabouts of Mr Colin, Mr Nico, and Mr Abbas?" Suddenly, Roswel returned with a friendly smile to Paul. "You don't have to worry. They're just like you, all right, and they're in this house, just, in separate rooms." Then, a moment of silence. Paul looked at it in a moment. Seeing that, Roswel again made a sound. "After waking up and remembering all the events you experienced, you will definitely think, why your wounds, from the attacks of the Spirit Killer, can heal without a trace, right, Sir?"

"Yes! I'm curious about that too!"

"I'm glad to see you excited, sir," said Roswel, with her charming thin smile. "The wounds of you and others, I have dealt with as much as possible, and I can make sure there will be not the slightest injury on your body. Since I don't want to see you in pain while running errands, it makes me anxious, Mister."

"Then, thank you, for healing our wounds, Roswel," Paul replied in a low tone and soft eyes. "Then" Paul started asking Roswel again. "After being defeated so easily by the White Robes, do you think, I still deserve to serve as the mentor of the Heroes?" Paul breathed his heavy breath. "Eitherway. After a crushing defeat, I felt that I was different from the old me. I'm getting weak and useless. Fuck indeed! But that's the truth!"

Suddenly Roswel chuckled, he could not bear to hear what Paul said was funny. "Why do you think so, sir?" Roswel shook his head. "Of course you still deserve and deserve to be a mentor, Sir. You are not weak, you are strong. Just because you lose once does not mean that your quality has drastically decreased, it is not true, Sir. You still deserve to be a Hero's Guide. And I believe, your guiding heroes, will be more powerful than the previous heroes."

Suddenly, Roswel got up from the bed, then he walked to some lined up photo frames, stuck to the back wall of this room. Paul was amazed at Roswell's behavior. "What do you want?"

Roswel raised his right arm and pointed to a picture frame on the left, the first of five photographs to be attached to the wall. "So far, I've met five humans who are destined to become a mentor by the Sovereign. And this, is a portrait of the first mentor I met, sir."

Paul noticed the picture frame Roswel showed him, it was a picture of a blond man, wearing a white coat, and his face looked very carefree, even his smile printed so wide in the photo. Who exactly is that guy?

"The name is Brandon" said Roswel in a soft voice. "He was the only mentor assigned to get ten heroes in just one day, sir."

Paul heard it. Just be right! Paul had just found seven heroes, spent a few days, and it felt quite tiring because during the search, had to visit different cities. But that Brandon guy, he can get ten heroes in just one day? Absolutely insane!

"However," Roswel again continued his words that had stopped for a moment. "He failed to be a mentor" Roswel said with a casual look. "That's because, he chose his hero randomly and incorrectly, as a result, most of the heroes he chose were parents who even to walk the trouble, as a result, children who are only three years old, even the baby he chose to be a hero. It doesn't really make sense, does it, sir? That is why he failed to become a mentor. As a result, all the heroes he chose, were freed back to become ordinary humans. And Brandon himself, was required to go before the Ruler to be punished. And the penalty is, turn his human body into a marmot."

Paul was surprised to hear that. "I thought the punishment would be terrible, but it turned out to be just that, I was relieved."

"That's all?" Roswel. "You think being an animal is something light? The animal world is very harsh, sir. Not like the human world. I don't even know if Brandon's alive or not right now, because it's been a long time since. But it'll take a lot of time if I explain it in detail, so let's go to the second mentor's photo, sir."

"WAIT!" Paul suddenly shouted. "I'm actually still curious about my predecessor's mentors, but I'm reminded of something!" paul said with a fizzling breath. "So, what about Abbas!? I meani! Has he been freed from his time bracelet? That bracelet could explode! And the time is just a little while away! So have you taken care of that fucking bracelet, Roswel!?" When he said that, Paul did not realize that the orange he was holding, fell from the mattress, rolling on the floor to touch Roswel's shiny shoes.

Roswel stepped on his feet, and immediately stepped on the fresh orange until it was crushed, coming to Paul who was still sitting on the bed. Roswel put his right hand into the pocket of his black robe, and he took something out of it. Something made Paul's facial expression stiffen.

"Do you mean this thing, sir?"