Since The Fall Of Maglindo
Chapter 01 part III: The Purpose of Life

When boredom almost ate me completely, there was something that made me think that today was not too bad. Exactly when I accidentally put one of my hands under the table, there was a letter. When you look at it up close secretly, it looks like a love letter, it's pink and there's a love sign in some parts. If it were just plain white letters, it was obvious I would have chosen to leave it alone, but this, really made me thirsty to open it.

Inside, it contains a folded paper adjusting the volume of the letter. I read it and I was sad afterwards. It says “Come to the Volunteer” Club using a thick dark pen.

Is this some kind of new way of promotion?

Thinking so, when looking under the other table it turns out there is no. The contents of my head were again made to work, who would have expected such a special invitation, at least my disappointment was reduced a little. Also, I had a clear purpose after the break bell rang.

In order to prevent something unexpected later, the letter returned to neaten and put it in the pocket of pants as evidence.

While waiting for the clock to move, just look and listen to what I can do. Moments like this, I really don't like it, it's too boring. Despite the sky-high desire, all I could do was sit with a part of my body on the table. It feels like soon I will fall asleep, the eyes begin to feel heavy in other words demanding the sleep time that was used because of last night. However, before fate allowed me to do so, the bell suddenly rang.

God fucking.

Finally with great difficulty I returned to justifying the position. While waiting for the other students to come out of the class first, I tidied up my clothes as they looked a little messy.

Now, who is still in the classroom are only 2 people, namely me and the woman who previously hit the table. She looks like a serious woman, I mean in studying. Evidently when the others chose to rest, he focused on reading books while occasionally writing.

I looked at him and he looked back at me sharply. At the same time, he flicked his hair behind his ear.

“What's wrong?”

“Ti-no.”

That was how it ended up, the conversation between us only lasted less than 5 seconds. After that, she read the book again with her sitting position perpendicular like a female soldier.

Although it was different from my original intention of waiting for everyone before finally leaving the classroom, considering that the woman beside me would not move for a long time, I decided to leave now.

Outside the classroom, it can be expected that there will be many people passing by, although most choose to walk one way. But it was neither unique nor strange to compare it to the image of the arrow in front of me.

As I recall, there was no picture before. Not without reason why I thought about it this hard, because after walking in the same direction, what I found was the same thing. Precisely it appeared a few meters from the first I saw, both shape and color. I believe there is a certain kind of purpose, such as leading someone to arrive at designated places.

Stupid indeed, but I kept following him until I finally got to the schoolyard. From here, I began to realize that the arrows were almost scattered in all directions. Speaking of which outside the building was much more crowded than inside, they mostly headed for the club building which was separated from the main building.

I'm going to continue the search, this will continue until the end shows its existence. Now that the path was sideways, I walked as my eyes stared at the school grounds that looked almost like a modern park in the center of the city. Although it had gone quite a distance, it was still not over. However, I can confirm one thing that the arrow I saw was not pointing at a location that repeated, but a certain place that is still a mystery. Until passing the basketball court, or stopping for a while watching a football match on its own field, I was aware of the presence of something different from others.

Right now I was in front of him, a building far apart. The shape was similar to an old-style class, and in front of him there were many striking decorations. Moreover while turning over the body, every single arrow that existed, all of them were pointing towards here. So, some things have been answered. Although my brain can be said to be shallow, what is happening is slowly starting to be digested well.

There is no solid evidence, but it can be concluded that the arrows I saw from earlier included part of the club promotion, maybe the letter under the table is also the same. I can draw such a conclusion because on some of the displays that are around here, it says “Golawan” Club very clearly.

What's surprising is, why is there a club standing here? Even though it has been provided its own building which is fully supported by the school. It was truly astonishing, there was no benefit in remaining silent here. It is clear who wants to go to a club that is located very far to pass the field, except its own members.

Since it felt like the mystery had been revealed, I finally intended to leave just like that. But before that happened, there were three people from behind the window staring at me, as if they were hoping that I would at least visit.

Good plan, I think what they're doing is also part of the promotion. The world is so terrible now, almost everything will be done just for personal gain. However, despite thinking so, it would still be unpleasant if I ignored them by leaving just like that, after all our eyes were already staring at each other.

Ah, hopefully not a hassle.

As they approached the door, they were gone, I hope they were lost because after entering, the ears were immediately greeted with a loud sound from a trumpet blown by a man right beside me. Spontaneously I ducked while tightly closing the ears using the palm of the hand.

“Stop, forgive me!”

He finally stopped as I said despite being accompanied by a small laugh as if enjoying my suffering.

When he looked back, there were two beautiful women there. The expressions on their faces were very inversely proportional, one was sadistic because the gaze was sharp while the other did not even show a single expression on his face. Even more strangely, on top of their heads were perched a birthday hat. In the mouth of the woman whose face is “datar”, there is a kind of small trumpet shaped like a chameleon tongue which if blown it will extend. Actually the other one also had the same thing, but it was only grasped.