EVERNA Arcel Raine's
The Centronia's Dark Side
Upon entering the Mirror of the Inter-Soceanic Portal, Arcel Raine found himself hovering in an all-black space that was immeasurable in extent and imperceptible to its ends.
This is the highway in Limbo, the Spirit World. More precisely, this is the realm between the manifold dimensions, space and time. One can move from one dimension to another, back and forth between the afterlife and the mortal realm as well as between the past, present and future.
Arcel floated because of the controlled magical power that filled this intermediate realm, not without direction or being able to fly. He saw the stripes of colorful light passing in the same direction, which is opposite to the direction of flight. Also appears objects, even a variety of creatures including humans hovering in place.
What caught Arcel's attention was that the farther he flew, the more objects and appearances the people in Limbo saw, the more strange and unfamiliar he was.
As it departs from the beginning of the Machine Age, Arcel begins to feel strange as men begin to wear suits, high hats and ties. Then there are strange objects that he will later recognize as radio, car and telephone. There are also windows that use glass and many other modern trinkets.
Arcel felt even more astonished when he saw smartphones and computers for the first time, as well as women wearing tank tops and hot pants. Then he saw a door open. A dim light shot out from the doorway and Arcel floated into the light.
“Aduh!” Arcel fell and landed in a pile of trash.
Arcel was exhausted because he had not had time to rest since moving from the beginning of the Machine Age and crossing Limbo earlier. It takes him a few seconds to gather energy and concentrate his mind, then get up.
But just as he was about to take a deep breath, Arcel quickly held his breath. “Yeah! I've been to slums and smelly places ever since I was a traveller, but never this much!” thought. He then closed his mouth, held back the urge to vomit and quickly rushed to go down the narrow alley, away from the pile of garbage.
“Good, just arrived somewhere this, my body already stinks of garbage.” Arcel scrunched his forehead, the nature of his grouper kumat again. Then suddenly he shivered. “Stupidly, I forgot to ask for clothes at the Dream Castle earlier. Where the air is cold tonight. Don't be this in the Aurelia Continent or something.”
Suddenly Arcel heard the screams of a woman from afar. Without a second thought, he walked quickly towards the source of the sound.
Setting foot in a fairly open place, surrounded by the back of three and four-storey buildings, under the dim lighting Arcel saw a woman surrounded by at least ten people. He gasped when he found out that the woman was the beautiful green-haired girl he saw through the magic mirror in the Dream Castle.
The besiegers looked fierce and violent, with full bodies of tattoos and held a wide variety of blunt and sharp weapons.
The only good news is, none of them used firearms. Arcel did not wonder about it because he came from an era that only knew the bows and magic sticks as a weapon that can be carried by hand.
“Hey, hey, sweet girl, you go to a place like this for fun, right?” said one of the thugs with punk-style hair, standing in the middle and the rest of his head bald.
One other burly man with a tattoo filled his bald head added, “No need to shout, there we are here to give you the most pleasure, free anyway!”
The girl with green hair and blue eyes glanced around as if looking for someone. When he saw Arcel, his face turned into a sweet smile.
Arcel was astonished, did the girl deliberately go to a place full of criminals like this to look for her?
The expression on the girl's face suddenly turned frightened, just like Arcel had seen in the Magical Portal Mirror. “A-ampire!” her door. “A-I got lost while taking a shortcut home from the office. Th-this, take all my money. Please, let me go!”
The bald man full of tattoos who acted like a gang leader said, “Oh, of course we received your money, miss, plus a little extra. You should know, in Hyperpolis Centronia we're predatory wolves. You who are as weak as a sheep in a wolf's hole are just like looking for a wretch! Just because you are the object of our pleasure, it's free to apply!”
Enough is enough, Arcel cleared his throat. “Tak is that easy!” yells. “If you guys want ‘pregnant’ him, face me first!”
“Wah, there is another fool who appeared,” assault the bald tattoo while looking back. Then he nodded and laughed. “Simply there is a pungent foul smell. There's a bum passing by and tired of living!”
Arcel's turn was smiling and grunting. “Taking conclusions without observation, underestimating opponents who have only one small figure on the cheek.” He pointed to the black T-shaped diagram under his eyes. “You will forever be a keroco, nothing more!”
The anger of the simple-brained thugs was ignited with one spicy satire only. The leader exclaimed, “You two, take care of our main menu lady so as not to escape! Others, let's go get a snack first! Wiggle that foul-mouthed and foul-smelling bum and finish him off!” Almost in unison, the hordes of thugs turned around and chased after Arcel.
Despite his exhaustion and exhaustion, Arcel was still able to think clearly. He turned and ran into a narrow alley.
“Woi, don't run you, coward! Basic sissy!” Following the leader, the poorly educated thugs were constantly making vows.
But Arcel who ate a lot of battle acids was not affected at all by the sneers. Knowing in his present condition he is not necessarily able to keep up with all the thugs, Arcel turns and runs into a nearby narrow alley.
The front-most thugs kept running after them like wolves. But whether they do not realize it or are too stupid, they do not know that the challenger is not a tramp smelling of rubbish, but a hunter, a warlord and also a pure hero. It is impossible for ordinary vagabonds to throw challenges without careful calculation.
While running, Arcel looked back occasionally. The pursuers appear to enter one after another, making them much easier to deal with from one direction only, minimizing the risk of being surrounded and ganged from all directions.
When more than ten people were already in the hallway, Arcel suddenly turned around and pushed into the leading thugs. The thug gaped, not thinking the tramp could react so quickly. Before he could do anything, Arcel's fist slammed into his forehead, knocking down the man for a moment.
Even more insane, in a matter of seconds Arcel launched dozens of fists and lightning-fast kicks. As a result, all the thugs in the hall were smashed, sprawled and groaning in pain, some even fainted on the spot.
This was the distance between the difference in strength between the keroco and the knight. In a state of exhaustion alone the Rainbow Knight managed to injure and knock down dozens of opponents, especially if he was in top condition and his inner strength recovered.
Arriving at the field, Arcel stopped stepping and he was stunned, stunned by the sight before him. There were about more than a hundred thugs seemed to fill the not-so-wide field. His shoulders sagged instantly.
“If only ten I can still, but this..?”.
Worse, Arcel saw a thug who was other than the others, emitting an aura of powerful energy pressing down on him. The blond short-haired thug was snuggling the green-haired girl in front of him, one hand holding the hostage's neck.
“Wah, great also you, able to knock down a lot of thugs in one jolt,” said the squat while grinning. “But it is impossible that you will be able to defeat us all alone.”
Arcel. Should his history stop at this place?
Illustration of Hyperpolis Centronia, Archelia
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