Hero Jentaka
Chp.2 Promise to survive

'Dad knows the life you two are living is very hard. Heavier than anyone.

Sometimes we think, why can't we enjoy a quiet day in life. Why we can never have a gentle life.

We keep asking why everyone says that every life is precious but in fact, no one cares about our fate.

Look, you know they're busy with their business and they're the same, other people also feel that life goes by so fast. A quiet place and a chance to listen to is precious, everyone is fighting for it.

You two can't give up on your lives.

Whatever makes you feel like a failure and want to give up, do not even intend to end your life for any reason. Instead, you must endure for whatever reason.

Survive the rainy season in December next year.

Survive the sake of being able to eat instant noodles at two in the morning the next night.

Survive to be able to hear the laughter of your friends or mother's laughter.

Surviving for the sake of being able to see the ugly face of dad one day, huh. I remember a long time ago when Gavin's baby brother and little Nathan brother always laughed looking at Dad's face.

I want you to endure for whatever makes you happy for the slightest reason. I want you guys to stay alive, yeah'

The tears then flowed making the centenarian man's cheeks wet. Countless times he had read the writing on this paper, until he had memorized the contents and remembered the shapes and spots on the paper in his hand.

But not once did he feel that the words on the paper could reduce his burden of life. Because in reality all he has done until now is curse himself without feeling the pleasure of what the letter says.

At least, so far until the old man was over a hundred years old the main reason he had survived this long was the word written on the paper.

If only there had been no request from his father for him to survive for any reason. This crying man must have ended his life a long time ago.

His life has been full of torture and lost many people he loved because of the wars that took place in his country.

From a young age, he was lived by his father and has never met his father until now. There was only a letter and a sword that was his father's legacy, more than that he had no memory of his father.

Without a clear reason, he did not know why his father had left him and his mother and sister.

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The crazy idea instantly popped up in the final moments before the centenarian man would die on the bed.

The old man stared at a chair with giant batteries and a sophisticated machine in one corner of the room.

"Will it be better when I try it?" The man muttered softly as he stared at the nanar towards the machine.

The man nodded quickly. "No. No. I promised my father."

The paper that He had previously read, in his reading again studied the contents of the writing.

Over and over again he flipped through the paper with only one sheet and the contents remained the same.

Some time passed, the old man was increasingly trapped by his own thoughts. He did not want what he had done all this time to fulfill his promise to the man who wrote the writing on the paper he was holding at this time so failed, just because one decision turned out to be wrong.

"What's the max of this.." The old man looked back at the paper in his hand, squeezing the cloth that became his bed and thinking harder until the head that already looked very tired it increasingly gave rise to large wrinkles and now makes his head feel pain.

He broke his daydream and shook his head to take action immediately. The man stood up and started cleaning the machine and running electricity to make the machines turn on.

"At least I must die for the actions of my choice.." The man murmured slowly, which is now his hands, feet, chest, chest, the head and all of his other limbs have been fitted with patches of various shapes and sizes that are directly connected to the machine which has now counted down ten minutes to work.

"Don't die from giving up on this life.." The old man smirked meaningfully.

"It's not suicide, it's a research experiment, but if it turns out I'm dead because of this I'm gonna die a commendable death for sacrificing for the sake of research."

His mind continued to defend itself for his current actions. Although he was hesitant, because all this time the tool he used now only placed it in one corner of the room in his room for decades.

That tool is the result of other people's research.

Doubt sprang up in his mind, but time continued to count down as it appeared on the machine. The old man's breathing occasionally came to a halt as he began to be unsure.

It was too late when he started to doubt. The blue water was seen flowing through small transparent hoses to the hands and chest and through the old man's skin.

The unstable vibration of the machine followed by a rumbling sound made the old face look pale and his facial expression could no longer be conditioned by it.

Not yet had the centenarian man regret his actions, the flow of electricity with a very high voltage propagated to each specific point on his body.

A bright white light accompanied by a whirring sound appeared and gave rise to a shockwave that slowly dissipated the man's consciousness. All the energy in his possession was also drained.

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'Xernathan' The man laughed inwardly realizing that now he was floating in an uncertain direction to be in a vacuum without anyone without anything but himself.

'Finally you die too..' The man named Xernathan was grateful for his death. He did not remember what he was because of, but in the end he was in this place.

No one, no nothing, no nothing, no knowing anything, no thinking of anything. Only a void space as far as his eyes could see.

Right now all he felt was emptiness.

After some time had passed, Xernathan realized that his space and vision had begun to narrow. His previously empty mind, now it already had its own desires.

"Heaven, I'll find heaven.." Lips that were previously like nothing, can now be felt by the man and began to speak.

Slowly the man found his full consciousness and began to have desires.

"Enough suffering I feel. When I'm somewhere, I want it to be heaven.." The man clenched his hands which he could now feel and began to chant word for word to convince his heart and whatever it was to make sure the place he was heading after was a pleasant place for him.

Space and time are now moving fast, very fast, faster and beyond the limits of reason.

This made the man lose consciousness again.