Virtual Warrior
Prologue: Mara Don't Be Trawled, Rejeki Don't Be Rejected
This is Me, Asna Hamran. Samarinda High School 25 student who is popular but does not have a boyfriend yet.
Other than women, there aren't many other things that interest me.
I was glad to see them laughing cheerfully.
Jutek.
Greeting rough.
Spoiled whining.
I'd love to pounce on students like that at this school. Anyone, pretty origin. If it's not pretty, yeah, I was thinking.
After all, my goal is to be the husband of a beautiful wife. The wife who made me stay home.
Unfortunately, my face is not supportive of
realize my ambition. They said I'm “less” handsome. The “not”
refined.
Though for the size of the 10th grade High School child, my height is quite. 167 centimeters. I was also among the 50 smartest students in the school who got scholarships. Even in the first year of school, I was already chosen to be the caretaker of the Intra School Student Organization (OSIS). He was selected as part of the Flag Raising Force at the Independence Day Ceremony.
Two days ago my senior at OSIS - call it Rose, real name, nih - said that my face was sweet and also popular in school. I'm certainly very happy to hear that.
It's just that, the sentence after the word “tapi” from Kak Mawar made me stunned.
His words were still neatly recorded in my mind…
“You could say your face is sweet. You're also popular at school. But, You
out of confidence. Sit here and there if you see a girl. The way you dress too
too disgusting. Your scholarship money wasn't bought for school uniforms? Costs
school is free, you know! By capitalizing on blasphemy, you want me to be
your boyfriend?! Yes, God, keep the reinforcements away from me..”.
Everything that Rose said was true. My face is less handsome, still
sweetened. I'm popular too. Almost all the students and teachers know me
as an intelligent student yet behaves beyond limits.
My dress is disgusting? Looks like it is, anyway. Scholarship money I use to eat
day-to-day. No doubt I don't prioritize my school uniform. As long as it is
can cover the body, I'll wear it.
Only my friends know. All this time I was hanging out. Stay at home
one friend moved to another friend's house. Life without parents,
without relatives, without a single inheritance left.
My father was a successful man. Have a lot of money. I don't know what his profession is until he can
are so. Hopefully not from the results of the pesugihan.
Yes, I remember the events of the last days of my father's death.
Three months ago, just on my first week of school at Samarinda 25th High School, Dad suddenly gave all his property to the poor, rich widows. Not forgetting the orphans.
On the eve of death, Dad said, “My parents,
Your grandfather, was a poor man. With his knowledge he achieved success.
Getting rich in treasure. But on the eve of death, all the riches He gave
to someone else. I ended up being a bum in my teens. Be armed
the knowledge that my father, your grandfather, gave me. I became a successful man. Wealthier
treasure. In the end I also gave all my possessions to others. Not you. So, the experience and knowledge that you get from me. that is my legacy.
I understand a little, maybe experience and knowledge is something
more valuable than the world with all its content.
It's just that there's one thing I don't understand from Dad's death. During his life, Dad often traveled
I'm not home. Go home while I'm sleeping. I slept when I left school. He is not Bang Thoyib.
I had little experience with him. We rarely communicate. My knowledge is more acquired
from various networking sites, my social life, books and teachers at school.
What does my father mean by this “warisan”?
Then why am I telling myself?
Oh, now my nose is starting to bleed. That is, it's been a long time that I've been trapped here. Just under the window, the back wall of my school building. Head under with feet tied in wild plants.
Where's my pals?
Usually they spend a lot of time in this place to donate blood to mosquitoes. To get rid of some of them smoking cigarettes. The reason for the new smokers, yes, like this.
Now I'm alone.
I'll die if I stay in this position too long. My eyes are like coming out. Blood must be filling my brain.
If found dead, I will be in the news with the title, “Students Killed Depends Due to Wrong Techniques
When Peeping School Friends.”
Emm... Eleven words is not a good title.
Ideally the title is like this, “Death of the Perverted Amateur.”
Four sensational words. But. it's like the title of Novel Aknat.
If any Author takes that title, I'll curse him. His family. That's plagiarism, isn't it?! Be creative!!!
The title of the news should be clear, solid and represent the content in the news. Readers should also
provoked to read it. “Tip School Friend, High School Student Found Dead Depends.” Eight words! It's much better.
Well, it looks like I've been troubling again.
Peeping students change clothes is a blatant act indeed. I realized that. If God still
give me a chance to live. I'm gonna change my perverted attitude.
At least not too bad. Peering in a dignified way.
A dignified act of self-righteousness? Uh, my brain's starting to get absurd.
Only three months after the 2019/2020 Academic Year began, my mischief is rampant. Mind wild. No day without problems. Guru BP called me a teenager who was looking for identity.
Of course I disagree.
I behave out of bounds just to look cool. Cool people will attract attention
students at school.
Other than to show my maleness.
Besides, I want to be remembered by the girls in this school.
Everything I have done is also to fulfill my pent-up desire for women.
It should not only be.
Dad, if you meet God, that's if you
meetup. Tell me that I promise I won't be perverted again. If later
keep doing, I beg you to be forgiven.
Ah, my head is getting heavy. My eyes are starting to blur. The angel of death seemed to be tugging at my spirit.
If you want to withdraw, take this spirit out.
<“Asna Hamran” data-tomark-pass >
Yeah, that's my name…
<“My boy...” data-tomark-pass >.
Mm mm... In my mind, there was a familiar voice.
<“Basic A Lucky Child!” data-tomark-pass >
Like my father's voice!
< “This is indeed Father..” data-tomark-pass >.
Yeah, that's obviously Dad's voice. Dad, am I dead?
<“You're almost dead! But this is good. It's very hard to connect myself to you. As if you
not my son.” data-tomark-pass >
Not your kid?! Of course I wasn't born to you. But if it wasn't you, who would have impregnated mom?
<“No need length times width times height. I will leave my experience and knowledge to you. Things you die or not will not be my business.” data-tomark-pass >
This father's words are like you're not my father.
< “Hahaha..!” data-tomark-pass >
Dad laughs? I've never heard your laughter when we lived together.
But, wait a minute! What legacy is this?
<“This legacy that can make you have the ability to exceed ordinary humans.” data-tomark-pass >
Ordinary human? Super Man! So Super Hero I'd love to.
Unimagined are many women who will adore me! Not just girlfriends, these women will be in line
being the first, second, third wife...
All right, I want to. I'm ready to feel the sensation. Though painful or painful...
Um... Well, how come there's no taste effect like the one I watched in the anime?
Hold on, this memory...
<“This is my experience and knowledge. If you can still survive, you continue the fight
I'm guarding the real world from the subtle-creatures. Da-dah..” data-tomark-pass >.
Wh-yeah? Three months ago you left me. Woi, Dad, there haven't been two minutes we've met, you've been playing away.
Father.the memory of your experience and knowledge is now in my mind. Like this was my own experience.
This experience. I cried at that time. Turns out I was five months old.
Father's love for me...
I was carried, given nutritious food. Brought fight... Unfortunately, the same child, this. To the extent that you have to deal with the Child Protection Commission.
Dad's presence continued to accompany my growth, until I was seven years old. Afterwards Dad
often leaving me with another figure of her. Father's secret skill…!
This figure is so delicate, that I always feel alone at home. A great many villains and virtual beings were dispelled by this figure.
Even when I opened the JAV sites, Jungle Animal Video, Dad's secret figure came to watch. All without my knowledge apparently.
Providing food, washing dishes and clothes, and cleaning the house.
When I was fast asleep, he played my gawa and traced Grandpa Sugiono's video!
If I have this ability, I can peek as much as my heart! Hihah…
Hmmm. Daddy seems to love me very much. It's just his responsibility as a fighter
Virtual, forced him to make me a victim. How many times He
nearly died. Yes, eventually died too because of old age.
All this time I needed communication. I need a reprimand. I need a compliment. I need a fight. I
want Dad to tell me, “Happy learning, Asna. Don't be naughty at school! Daddy loves you...”.
...
I've never felt mother's affection. At least I can be loved by Dad.
...
I understand why Dad didn't leave me a treasure....
...
I understand Father researched the discovery of a hunk of inscription....
...
I understand all this time Dad took on the responsibility of being a Virtual Warrior.
A term used for those with virtual knowledge. Give up everything he has to ward off the invasion of subtle creatures from another world. The world is (as if) real.
Virtual World.
The existence of this creature can be said to be doubtful, superstitious. They exist, but in reality they do not
could sensationalize. Between there and nothing. There is no concrete evidence that can make everyone believe that this creature exists. Some have seen it, others have not. The existence of this creature is really not universal in this world.
From Dad's experience, I became aware of the motivations of beings who also have this heart. Take off
the rough body that is on the face of the earth! Take over the human world! How many
many humans and other living things on this earth are their victims.
It is not imagined that all humans are taken over their bodies. Both men and women. I'm not married, boss!
I'd love to hit this thing before it's too late.
But I admit this responsibility is too heavy. I'm not ready to die. Honestly, I refused it!
< “Asna, Mara don't get trawled, windfall don't get rejected. Don't seek danger by refusing
the provisions that have been outlined. There is nothing you and I can do when the danger arises.” data-tomark-pass >
Oh, apparently Dad's still on my mind. Though you said “Da-dah..”.
< “You want to have a girlfriend, right? So that virtual warrior can make a man cool!” data-tomark-pass >
Why all of a sudden allude to the girlfriend problem...? Of course now you know my motivation all along,
woman, boyfriend and wife. Motivation is useless at the moment.
< “Seriously be a Warrior! You will definitely get a wife in the age range of 25 to 27 years. Don't be like that father
newly married at 50 years old.” data-tomark-pass >.
Never mind, don't cheer me up! Now I really can't feel my body. Right now, maybe only my listening senses are functioning because the sound of mosquito wings is clearly heard. Occasionally the voice of the girl joking while biting upil echoed.
These sounds are quite disturbing. Especially the sound of disgusting licks that were right under my head.
My hearing is getting sharper, isn't it? I can hear my own friend's conversation. Plus the conversation of other people who were inside the school building.
Thousanduttt...!!! If you say one thing.
Don't rock…!
Well, this is better. Silent, deserted…
nothing more is heard. Indra
my hearing doesn't seem to be working.
This...
It was like being in a television factory. All the scenes that were shown were my past.
This show alternated from one set to another.Many of my mischievous shows were unfaithful. Peeping, watching, and peeping.
If this goes on at school, my face will turn to my butt when I'm laughing at girls...
Eli, the Beautiful Antagonist in the class, will get new data to insult me. What about Dinia, Hana, Madina, Merry…? That's just a pretty girl in my class. Not to mention the other pretty girl in the next class, in the next class, in the opposite class.
Finally, the shadow that was originally filled with thousands of impressions now disappeared. Swallowed by bright light.
In front of me, did a natural stone appear?
Where the hell am I? This shadow....
Inscription piece!
Written with khat from the middle east, speaking ancient Malay.
This must be Dad's experience. On the inscription it is written...
Death is picking me up. Something I've lied about.
At last I am proving that the light that was once gone, and then came into being, will come back to nothing.
Rest assured, our life in nature is really (as if) real...
Like a dream in sleep... Dreams are real.
But when we wake up, we realize, dreams are not real...
This legacy I give to continue...
Only a few messages are in this stone. The rest can
so it's on the other side.
Aaaaaaah... IT'S SAD!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH...!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH...!
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Asna Hamran, who was hanging on the back wall of the school building, now fell into the field. His soul has now been separated from the body. This soul figure was shaped like Asna's body. It's just very transparent.
“Finally...die off already..” said Asna's soul who was currently looking right over her own body. He then said to his body. “A lot of spectacles that we don't deserve to see. Just as much behavior outside the norm as we do. One thing I regret, we never managed to peek in its entirety. We are not satisfied to peek, our sins are still borne. Prepare we are tortured in nature there.”
Asna's soul was a little upset at this moment. But the rice is already porridge. Why not add chicken suir and fried kidney beans? With a little salt, soy sauce and broth, chicken porridge is delicious enough to eat.
“On the inscription it is said that living in the world is like a dream of a sleeping person. Like real. It was like that it turned out. But I'm not satisfied, brother! In the world there, I still haven't
I saw a beautiful woman directly. I see it often on the Internet. Really dead I'm still curious!” hardik Asna who returned lamenting his fate.
After a few minutes of daydreaming, Asna decided to leave her body. “From being a curious spirit, mending I went peeking,” thought Asna's Soul.
As if waiting for the departure of the Soul of Asna, instantly appeared dozens of cracks of air around the body Asna. A Splashing Snake with a blue gem on its head came out from a crack and directly approached it. Likewise with a 20-meter-long horned Paddy Snake that came out from another crack.
While hissing, the Glowing Snake raised his head and opened his mouth wide while saying, “Go!
I saw him first..”.
The serpent does not want to lose. He opened his mouth to the serpent. “One new Virtual Warrior is enough for my meditation for 34 full moons. Plus You.... I'll increase the length of my meditation.”
Dozens of Crows also came, heating the atmosphere. “Yaelah. Pamali, tau, in front of sustenance!”
Simultaneously, the sound of the footsteps of the animals sounded roaring. No half-hearted, dozens of other animal species came as invited to the event hajatan.“Wait for me, woi!” the Thousand Foot Caterpillar. He is busy putting on his shoes.
A sighing sound rang out around the Splashing Snake. Suddenly the snake lost its head!
Sawah snake was shocked while sticking out its tongue. Impress what is going on. Look around,
perplexities. Not long after, the rest of the body of the Splash Snake was carried away by a squirrel-like entity to the field
weeds.
Unable to perceive the surroundings, the Sawah Snake chose to return to the forest.
Yet...
Just turning back, the squirrel-like entity bit the Snake Paddy's jaw until it broke off.
Soon the entity returned to the field carrying with it the serpent's jaws.
The other animals tried their luck pouncing on Asna. But urung done because it feels there is a figure that is so intimidating.
A pair of small yellow eyes lit up towards the animals who were about to pounce on Asna from behind the weeds. The Crow Group grinned long and left the location. Followed by other animals.
At that time, the Spirit of Asna was in her class. Looking at the students who have been the target.
Then she moved on to another class. Examine the students who have been deeply memorized. Asna's eyes widened when there was one student who did not have a chair. “Toilet!” Asna's dirty brain works right away. Soon this perverted spirit goes to the toilet.
“Let me be a perverted ghost! Hehehe...” Asna did not want to take a headache from his death. He prefers to take advantage of rare moments like this.
Upon arrival at the special schoolgirl toilet, Asna fell silent. He did not think that a perverted spirit like himself was very common!
Many other spirits were clustered in such a place!
Asna just realized that the toilet in school is not like a cinema. The spirits of striped men were enthusiastically queuing in. Worse, they charge tickets!
“Then this is the case, I'm sorry I'm dead! Ancrittt!!!” curse Asna. He's back upset.
As soon as he turned to look at his body in the back building of the school, the spirits flew. Queue instantly disperse.
Not far from the toilet, Mr. Haris, the teacher of Citizenship subjects, seemed to nag. “You still dare to withdraw retribution?! The school policy to let you stay here can be deferred!” said Mr. Haris.
“No gaffer no duty out of town?” ask the toilet ticket guard.
Feeling irritated, Mr. Haris grabbed the spirit head and then dealt a few blows to his stomach. “That's just my wits!” answer Mr. Haris.
Asna floated closer. “Pak Haris?” reproofing. Mr. Haris did not hear Asna's reprimand. He then turned to the spirit
ticket guard. “Woiii..!” The spirit did not budge either.
“True too. The spirits of the dead were clearly different from these spirits! Hmm... This is my chance to peek!” exclaim Asna. He immediately slammed into the toilet door.
Instantly the figure of the student penetrated the spirit of Asna to make his soul slightly scattered. “Ancritt... Be out!”
“You!” show Mr. Haris to the Schoolgirls. “Other times if using the toilet don't be naked!”
“I just wash my face, so not naked.” said the Schoolgirl.
Mr. Haris then looked at the spirit of the ticket keeper with glaring eyes. He grew angry because the spirit of the ticket keeper drew retribution only for facewashing schoolgirls. A punch that's endless It launches. If anyone else sees, Mr. Haris can be said to be mentally ill suspect.
By the time Mr. Haris started choking the spirit and carrying it somewhere, Asna's spirit began to fade. He knew his chance was over. “This is crazy. I haven't been able to repent. Yes, fate.. yes, fate.. Goodbye friends...” closed Asna.
Behind the school building...
Asna's party's usual peeping cry sounded. “You peeked alone? Fucking perverted gods!!” They followed Asna apparently. Everyone smiled at sumringah.
The cheerful face they had originally appeared to have instantly changed. They were shocked after seeing Asna's body lying among the weeds. Right under the window of the girls' locker room on the second floor. The usual place they peek.
They screamed in panic. “ASNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...!!! QUICKLY BRING TO SCHOOL!”
Squirrel-like entities watched Asna's body being lifted up by her comrades. Again with sharp eyes. The entity muttered, “Do not provoke danger, friend.... Even though you have a thousand lives.”
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