SURO
Very Dangerous

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I immediately moved when I heard it, I really could not accept that the Gasth'anhm race was accused of being such a traitor. The higher position of my body now attracted the attention of everyone who was in this room. They turned their heads towards me, looking at me with a confused look.

Mr. Roxi did a similar thing, he frowned and raised his eyebrows. "Is there a problem with Vilhgasth'anhm?" ask in a low voice.

Clenching my hands I stared hard at him. "What did Mr. Roxi mean? Ras Gasth'anhm could potentially commit treason?? You know yourself, race Gasth'anhm let alone be from the family Vilhgasth'anhm is the most loyal race compared to other races Gasth'anhm. Most of the security members and the arts are from the Vilhgasth'anhm clan, so how could we possibly do such a thing?!" my protest was long.

Mr. Roxi let out a long breath as if he was tired. "Of course I know all that, even I know the most because I'm more than you. But one thing I want to warn you about. Better watch out than tarnish the good name of our clan." He was silent for a moment, lowered his head and looked back at me. "So I say again, you better be faithful forever, or resign from now on, if you get a little support for the Gasth'anhm race trying to erase the social inequality that exists."

Everyone in this room was silent, and I was still standing in suspense, waiting for who was about to raise my hand.

When everything was quiet, I looked back at Mr. Roxi. "Well, see, right? No one wants to betray this family of kesdicth'anhm." I said full of confidence.

Mr. Roxi nodded his head, then signaled to me to sit back down. I also obey him.

"All this applies to all employees. The head of art in this house is also holding a similar meeting and giving similar questions. Therefore, if all of you really intend to devote yourself sincerely in this house, then the violation of the agreement will get harsh sanctions." he was silent, hanging his sentence.

"What sanctions are they, sir?" ask Mr. Saipul, and I nod in agreement. Just as curious as the question posed by Mr. Saipul.

"If there is a betrayal that occurs after this sacred covenant, then the sanction is.." he looks at us seriously. "In his kundalini absorbency, then skinned alive."

The deg!!

I was horrified when I heard his punishment. Our race knows well about the punishment of treason to its own family, or to the family of the Dicth'anhm race. And one of the punishments with the highest guilt, is the absorption of his kundalini, and the skinning of him alive.

Once there was such a punishment, after which there was never again any betrayal committed by our race on the Dicth'anhm race. And what I heard, the punishment was really painful, even men who never cried, would cry out for forgiveness while crying hysterically. His voice sounded echoing and painful, he said it was also heard up to several km away, so terrible and painful it was.

I was still silent and gulped. No, I will not betray this race. I made a promise to my mother, and to our ancestors. I will not tarnish the good name of my family, and I will always keep this good name, even though I am the only relic of the Vilhgasth'anhm family that is at the head-out appreciated by my father.

Mr. Roxi glanced at the entire room, then smiled with a serious face. "As expected, all of you are great and I hope that among all those who are here, none will be punished as such" he continued.

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I waited in the room until everyone left. I also came out last of them all. I was confused and did not want to talk to anyone after the meeting.

Why did it get like that?? Why is it that our race thinks of a coup and a revolt, after years of devoting itself well.

After all, the Dicth'anhm race no one behaves badly. They were all good people because they were indeed from the noblest holy blood. They never did anything bad to us. Why should there be a rebellion??

I'm shaking. That is impossible, because the Gasth'anhm race is not obligated to serve if we do not want to do it. We can make money as farmers in our own garden, or become fishermen who catch fish to feed themselves. There's no restraint whatsoever. Who chooses to devote themselves because it is instinctive, and also the salary is very large.

So why should you rebel?? Or is there something in the hearts of some of our races, to be the noblest like the Dicth'anhm race. It really breaks the chain of life.

I stopped at my doorstep, went inside and locked it. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my dirty face and my dirty clothes.

I was supposed to take a shower, because the look on my face was so disgusting in my own eyes. I started to undress and cover my body with a towel.

Take a shower while cleaning my body with bath soap. Dirt decays from my body, even the water that flows from my body to this floor is a deep brown color, probably because I vomited blood at that time.

Some parts of my body also hurt because of the injuries. I looked at my own body in front of the mirror, letting the shower keep flowing. Some parts of my body bruised, tomorrow morning would turn blue if not immediately in the compress.

There are also some sticky body parts. I tried to clean it, but.. why is it so sticky, like in glue??

I touched my shoulder, then felt a strange object stuck. I tried to pull it. Something sticker detached from my body. I cringed and saw what it was.

"It's kayaking...." Both my eyes were wide when I realized it. I felt short of breath and immediately took a towel even though the soap foam was not perfectly clean.

I came out of the bathroom, looked for my laptop, and then attached it to the scan.

Scan is in the process of reading it, explaining the function of the object, and what files are successfully stored.

While waiting, I felt so full. I'm afraid that until this is a wiretap attached by someone. And when the final results of the scan come out.

I swallowed with a pale face.

Gawat, this is worse than a wiretap. This is Shotgun Microphone. A tool capable of capturing sound more clearly than a regular eavesdropping tool.

And again, all the data and information stored in the memory of this Microphone Shotgun, started after I fought Viktor.

Fuck, that is. Until the end of his life is still troublesome!! He, deliberately put this thing on my body, with the intention of finding more information.

Their members must have heard the contents of our meeting earlier. Then, end my history!!

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