COOLDER
TENGERAN 15: THE OPPORTUNITY

Appeared an evil laughter sound—chanted so loudly. "For the sake of the gods, I didn't expect it to be so easy to fool you," said the voice with a sly laugh.

"Who are you?" I looked—in' in all directions, still I can't find the origin.

The voice spoke again, "Are you really not aware of it? Look over here, and watch what's in front of you right now!" For the sake of hearing it, I looked straight ahead.

The four people in front of me now stood— stared at me blankly. And all of a sudden they all instantly turned into a thick and enormous purple-colored puff of smoke—moved around me.

The purple smoke instantly sealed the ceiling, forming a dome and locking me inside. "What's going on now Med?" ask Dema. How I answered her question, while myself was now digesting what was going on with my surroundings.

The area of the dome is getting narrower and longer. "We're just trying to get through it!" ruman Dema's.

"Good idea. Ayoo now!" I took a step back, took two steps back and ran straight to the front of— to free myself from this purple smoke.

"CRUMBLE!" My efforts were in vain, even just the pain I got. The smoke turned out to be impenetrable, completely like a hard dome wall. "Oh, my heart aches" complained Dema. "While it's clear, it's just a gas. How can the texture be as hard as a rock?"

It was like a dream I had while sleeping. This sky dome began to move down. The front, back, and top walls started to narrow and squeezed and reduced my wiggle room.

"Is this karma for us because we killed a Med Grandpa?"

"There are you Dema. Is such a thing still happening in this world?" ketus.

"And we don't know how this world works. We are now like a sed— tourist"

A sword pierced straight through my stomach. "I give you a chance to feel the pain of your death." The old man stuck a sword in my stomach. My body was pushed slowly back, he pulled out his sword. I fell down, and at the same time the purple smoke also disappeared.

"I think you'll be my strongest opponent. It turns out...same as." Grandpa snorted underestimating me.

My body is limp, I'm starting to give up. Maybe in a few seconds I'll be hallucinating.

"It's me who no longer feels pain. Or was the pain just now really gone Med?" I opened my eyes again. Groped the puncture area earlier. For what? The stab wound was suddenly no longer in its place.

I immediately got up to sit down, once again making sure—grabbed the scar of the sword stab earlier.

I'm happily infinitely alive. I got back up. Yelling at him, "Hey old man. Looks like you will spend your night just to fight me today!"

The old grandfather turned his head back after hearing me. He didn't think I was alive and stood up again. He spoke in a flat tone, "Bravo. Introduce my name is Tok, the Elder on Ampatraja Island, the most powerful human. No one would be able to defeat Tok so far. You can, you can."

"Can what?" ask Dema.

Without answer. He ran as fast as lightning. "Like that was Dema." I complained to see the power running again. Just like catching a deer.

"Casual Med. Stay like this." The creme sticks out the leg and is done. The grandfather stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Desidah startled Med, reasonable age factor. Everywhere, young people are always superior." Dema chuckled proudly, but not with Tok. Himself back on his feet, grunting annoyance— flicking his white robe and bimsalabim, he had already disappeared.

Dema complained, how to defeat Tok now, if to see it alone could not. "Not necessarily see it with Dem's eyes. Feel the existence of Tok, just like when you used to feel every one of your opponents during the game." Dema closed her eyes, immediately exerting all her old abilities, trying to find where Tok was right now.

"Naaa. Meet also finally, you old man, just troublesome." I walked towards one of the trees with thick leaves. I clenched my hands.

DEBUUM! Dema punched the tree until it collapsed. But, at the same time, a bad luck of wind passed over my head.

I asked—to be sure, "Did he just switch Dema?"

"Yes right. He jumped right before the tree fell."

...***...

"Heeekk Aahh." The cremation stretches the back. "Smuck if it keeps on like Med," complained Dema. It has been almost an hour me and Dema sitting under one of the trees—waiting Tok who has not appeared since the tree fell earlier.

I suggested, "We look at Vi only Dema. Let's see if he's been breathing since we left him" I said.

I shake his hand. "It's just that you wake him up. I've given him sleeping pills, so he doesn't rebel when I take him." Tok walked casually, this time he was no longer disappearing.

"Based on old grandpa jerk! What's the reason you brought Vi, HUH?" Snapping the Dema who was getting angry, did not accept. I stood up, looking at him full of anger. Just counting the seconds, a life and death fight would soon explode in this forest.

My feet ran making the leaves scatter backwards. Tok also ran in front, towards me. Both of his hands made movements like he was casting a spell, and instantly his hands turned into two swords resembling large, sharp pieces of glass.

Dema was not afraid to see Tok pull out a weapon. "Isn't that how he thinks we're stronger than Amed?" It's true what Dema said.

Dema spoke again, "We will soon have a fight with the old man. We need to get Vi to Amed's health house." I agree with Dema. "Cut Tok immediately, Dema!" I strongly encourage Dema.

Just a few steps from him. Tok aligned his sword with my head. Tok immediately pulled out his sword. Dema instantly dodged—glided under her slash.

Dema who realized the opportunity to counterattack, immediately pulled Tok's robe from behind, making Tok topple back violently.

I immediately jumped on top of Tok who was lying on the ground. Dema was impatient, her hand blindly pointing towards Tok's head. But Tok's hands deftly resisted all the blows that Dema gave.

"Surge! what the hell is AHH!" Dema thrashed, not accepting Tok blocking his hand. Dema was not stupid, she instantly held both hands of Tok on the right and left—holding him on the ground.

Dema directly banged her head against Tok's nose repeatedly. A DUG! A DUG! A DUG! A DUG! The slightest merciless Dema continued to hit Tok with his head.

On the sidelines of the opportunity, Tok confessed. "I acknowledge your strength. Please take care of all this," Tok spoke with a red face, not angry, but now his face was covered with blood from his nose that spread all over his face.

Dema raised head—stop. "What did you say just now?" Dema raised an eyebrow.

"To.please stop all this. I admit keheb—" DUG! A DUG! A DUG! A DUG! The crema further hit Tok. For the sake of seeing it, I immediately held my hand. "Gosh Dema. What is your possession? You want to make him die, HUH?" I yelled—no accept with Dema who almost killed a grandfather.

Stunned enema. I stood up giving Tok space to calm himself while still lying on the ground. Irregular Breath of the Dema. "Return your breath Dema, calm yourself!" my reproach.

"A–what does aing do Med? Aing's hands full of blood." Dema like she wasn't, I never saw her as crazy as before.

"Quiet Dema! Everything will improve later," I said to calm Dema down. I saw Tok at a glance—make sure the old geezer is still breathing.

Tok suddenly coughed. I immediately approached—hapirimannya. His face was completely destroyed. Stammered she apologized for looking for trouble, and then she thanked him for still letting her breathe even if not for long.

"I just found out and realized a few seconds ago if in this body." Tok pointed at my chest. "There are two great men who both strengthen one another." Tok briefly smiled.

Tok grabbed my hand and clasped my hand, his mouth was praying while casting a spell. Instantly a light emerged from his hand, then slowly crept into my hand and then faded and disappeared. Tok took off his grip.

"What did you do to me?" my many.

"I've transferred my power to you both." I frowned. "Why? Why did you do it? After everything I just did to you, you are willing to give your strength?" many wonder.

Tok tells him that he only wants his world to be guarded by strong people.

Tok has started to look weakened. With a gasp of breath, Tok spoke again, "One of my messages you should remember. That is, not all kindness is forever beneficial. The power I have has side effects. Luckily I can tell you the side effects."

"What effect?" Dema soliciting is impatient.

Tok took a breath for a moment. "Your union has indeed made you stronger. But the longer you are in one body, the later there will be another and turn off the other," explained Tok briefly.

"Who will attend Tok?"

"Tok is no Dem," I said.

Tok immediately exhaled his last breath after giving a brief explanation of the birth of the new figure.

Dema tried to understand Tok's words. "So we can't be one for too long, can we?" ask Dema. I just nodded back in response to her.