The Train to The Dungeon

Chapter 10: Debt Collector

The sunlight coming in through the curtains woke me up. My body squirms on the bed, it feels lazy to wake up. My head is rewinding yesterday's incident. I fainted for a few hours in the dungeon. As soon as I woke up, there was already a station and Infinity Train in front of me. Somehow all of it could appear suddenly, then I finally got on the train and managed to return to Pasar Senen Station. Tired, as soon as I got home, I went straight to sleep like a dead man.

My condition is fresher now. I forced my body to move down from the bed. There's a Daily Quest to do. I must not waste the status point reward earned from doing the daily missions.

After finishing the one kilometer run, I continued with push ups 100 times. Compared to a week ago, daily mission work now feels easier. My legs and body feel light, my arms no longer hurt when doing push-ups. I completed all the daily missions in less than two hours.

Stretching my body, I walked to the kitchen. Smelled of fried rice.

“Good morning, Aunt,” my bro, cheerful.

Aunt Tara wore a white apron and a long yellow negligee. He turned towards me, “Good morning Ar—kyaaaa!”

I was shocked because Aunt Tara suddenly screamed. There was the sound of a sutil falling to the floor.

“What's Aunt?” my question, confusion.

“Who are you?” Aunt Tara asked with a frightened expression. He grabbed his phone, prepared to call the housing security.

“This is me Ark!”

“Arka? Where can Arka—kok be?” Aunt Tara looked at me in disbelief.

On the other hand, I was confused too. Do I not look like the usual “Arka”? I have to check it myself. I ran into the hallway of the house, near the living room there was a large mirror. I'm glazed over there.

Like being electrocuted, I was shocked when I saw my appearance in front of the mirror. Kuraba softly stern jaw that frames my oval face. Both of my eyes looked sharp with a pair of long thick eyebrows. My nose is pointed with a firm bone line. Jakunku that used to be buried by fat clots in the neck now looks more prominent.

My neck was followed by a densely muscular body. Both of my shoulders are wide with a slightly slimmer waist, like an inverted triangle. I put the white shirt I wore up to my chest. Visible raw-nail molds of muscles in the abdomen and chest. My height also increased. Quickly when walking, my surroundings became shorter than usual.

“Is this because of the system?” I asked myself slowly. I was amazed to see the change that happened in just one night.

Hearing footsteps in the back, I turned my head, Aunt Tara standing with two eyebrows linked. “You're really Arka?”

“Yes, Auntie,” I scratched a head that did not itch. “Looks like I'm mostly sports, haha.”

“Tante just knew the sport could make a change this fast,” Aunt Tara stroked her cheeks slowly, but gradually she smiled. “Sometimes, you ajarin Aunty ya Arka, Aunty also want to have a body as good as the age of youth first.”

“Tante is also now still beautiful,” my praise and it is not a booze. Aunt Tara still looks like she is 25 years old, regardless of her original age of four.

“Ah, it could be you,” Aunt Tara blushed while holding both cheeks that meet red. “Iya anyway, only Arka can praise Aunt like this,” he said again with a small laugh.

“Tante trust you Arka,” he said again. “Ya already, let's eat, the fried rice is ripe.”

“OK, Aunt!”

We both had breakfast with a delicious Sausage-fried rice made by Aunt Tara. There was a table in the kitchen with three chairs. The third seat is always empty because Aunt Tara's child is not at home. Aunt Tara's son is 4 years younger than me. He is currently attending Hunter Academy. Hunter's special school has a mandatory boarding system so he rarely goes home.

Aunt Tara's own husband died a long time ago. Aunt Tara's husband used to work at the Hunter Association, but died of illness. Since then Aunt Tara has raised her own daughter. Maybe Aunt Tara was lonely, so she was happy when I joined her family. He also thought of me as his own son and was always kind to me.

The sound of the house bell ringing. Aunt Tara immediately got out of the chair.

“Before Arka,” he said as he passed leaving the kitchen.

I wonder who came to see you so early. Unbeknownst to Aunt Tara, I followed her and peeked out of the living room. Aunt Tara opened the door and saw two men. The man on the left had a flap haircut, had a bushy moustache and was wearing a black jacket, while the man next to him had a ponytail wearing a brown t-shirt.

“Where is Arkana Ganendra?” ask the fat-haired, rude guy.

“She's out,” replied Aunt Tara, lying.

I turned her back so that I could not see Aunt Tara's facial expression, but from her nervous tone, she must have been terrified.

The man who was driven by a horse suddenly came forward and kicked open the door. His voice is rising. “Say the same pig, pay the debt immediately!”

The other friend shouted. “Review yes if there is no incoming payment today, we ruffled your home!”

Aunt Tara inched backwards until her back hit the wall. Both of his legs were shaking.

“Ma-sorry, I'll tell you later, please don't scream, not nice with the neighbor,” the door, smooth.

“Or put it this way,” suddenly the tone of the other man softened. He looked at Aunt Tara from head to toe with a perverted look, his lips presenting a slanted smile. “We'll shut up to the boss, but I'll give you service.”

He glanced at his flap-haired friend while raising his chin, giving a code. Both of them laughed.

“Well, may it, the service is not difficult really, just ‘karaoke’ only!” timpal the fat-haired man, avenged by the naughtiness of his friend.

Aunty Tara's face was flushed red, she didn't matter if she was yelled at, but until being blatantly harassed like that, her heart boiled.

“Bigger! This action of yours has violated the SOP debt-collector! I will report!” sentak Aunt Tara. However, the action actually made the two men become upset. The man with the ponytail pushed Aunty Tara's shoulder and held her hands together.

“Basic women do not know themselves, be loved even ask for heart!”

The other friend laughed to see Aunt Tara wriggling trying to free herself. He seemed to be enjoying the expression of Aunt Tara who had turned into fear. The man stepped closer to Aunt Tara's body, his hands extended forward to grab her two breast bumps.

“Stop,” my word. The two of them were surprised to see me suddenly appear at the door. The hands of the haired man I clenched tightly, until a crackling sound came from his bones. He complained of pain.

“Dog! Lepassin! Arrrgh!” He pushed my body, but such ordinary human energy would have no effect on me. I threw out my hand and the man immediately fell backward.

Her long-haired friend panicked. Now, replace him who looks scared.

“You love to torture women huh?” ask me with a cold look. He turned around to run away, but my hand quickly grabbed his hair and pulled him firmly.

“Ahhh! Pain!” hysterical screams. Blood dripped from between her hair, I pulled it so tight that her scalp almost slipped off.

I kicked the man's ass until he fell down to the front, befalling his other friend who was still falling on the porch of the house.

I stepped in front of the two, staring at them like contemptible dirt. “I am the man you are looking for, Arkana Ganendra. I'll pay my parents' debts this week. Deliver that to your superiors.”

“Ka-we understand!” replied the fat-haired man, trembling.

“Go now and do not try to return to this house,” threatened me. They both got up and ran away from home.

The cold and gripping atmosphere disappeared, I turned to see the condition of Aunt Tara. My cold face that had no expression immediately turned shrouded in worry.

“Tante, is it okay?”

Aunt Tara nodded. “It's okay, thank ya Arka.”

I helped her sit in the living room. After that Aunt Tara told me that so far many debt collectors who came to the house. He hid it from me because he didn't want to make me more depressed.

“Tante knows your job as Porter doesn't make a lot of money, but you've put in a lot of effort.”. “Makanya Aunt does not want you to live it with great pressure, collect the money little by little, later Aunt will help the rest and we pay off the debt together huh?”

My heart is concerned to hear the words of Aunt Tara. I feel really unworthy to be cared for by people as good as her. How could it have been all this time that I let her face a debt collector alone at home. I should have been yelled at and scolded by them. I can't bother him more than this. I have to pay off my debt as soon as possible.

“I understand, thank you very much Auntie,” I said with a small smile. I held Aunt Tara's hand to convince her. “I'll pay off my parents' debt, so we can live in peace.”

My words are not just comfort words. I meandly mean.

Both of my hands were now clenched in emotion. In my heart, I wanted to blame my parents for choosing to die and forsaking their debts. However, this is not their fault entirely.

My parents used to be travel experts. Their efforts were quite successful. They are good to anyone, until I wonder why they give a lot of bonuses to their employees.

“Beauty will always be contagious,” said my father.

That principle is the beginning of the catastrophe that befell our family. One of the employees turned out to be polishing the money of the Umrah hajj pilgrims. He resigned a few months before the case came to the surface. Eventually, my parents' company went viral on social media.

Before the case was brought to trial, my parents used all of their savings to reimburse the money of the scam victims. Until there is not a penny left. Dad sold our big house, then moved into a small contract in Bogor.

The problem didn't end there. My father owes his salary to his employees. Banks can not lend anymore, eventually they try to borrow to the pinjol. The salaries of all employees have been paid, but now my parents become entangled in debt in the bank and pinjol.

I never realized how depressed my parents were. They can still smile, ask me questions and give me pocket money. I did not expect that all the suffering piled up into icebergs would end in death. They suffered a lot, but I was also miserable after they left.

Every time I see bills from the bank, my head is dizzy. Not to mention if there are terror from uncivilized pinjol collectors. It was inconceivable that the two of them used to spend every day receiving such threatening phone calls.

After the incident, I immediately went to the bathroom, took a shower and changed clothes. I have to find another job. However, since I haven't bought a new phone yet, inevitably I have to manually find a job, which is to go to the Information Center section of the Hunter Association building.