The Another Soul

The Another Soul
Ch. 15


"How long can he last?"


"Hmmm.... Three hours?"


"Richard, why is this so. I didn't tell you to kill him, but this way he could die."


Richard, the man who had kidnapped Sergio right now he was at the end of the room. He was talking to a client who had hired him.


"He won't die."


Richard looked at Sergio who was currently shivering in the cold.


"You're so sure."


Richard smiled in anguish at her.


"Just take it, the instincts of fellow monsters."


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Its bad.


Really bad.


All this time I was living in the tropics, and all of a sudden I was going to the north pole. My body can't adjust the cold temperature here.


If I were the usual one, I'd consider this kidnapping a vacation.


Haha... Keep fantasizing, Sergio.


My situation is bad right now. I'm chilly. My body shivered, I couldn't even feel my fingers and toes.


My breath is also tight. I feel my breath is cold, the wounds from the old man's punches also made things worse.


I feel like I'm going to die today.


Hello angel of death, I'm coming.


Yes of course not!


'Take it this easy I die.'


Of course not. I'm not going to die today. Fahrez and Rakka are coming. I'm certain.


Because of that soul, it's still inside me. They can't ignore me. If I could talk to this other soul, it would all be easier.


'You said you wanted to talk to me.'


Eh?


'Don't just say 'Eh?' its me. Another soul that is within you.'


"HEHHHH....?!"


I accidentally screamed loudly.


"What's the young master. Did you give up?"


I feel that the old man is now in front of me. She must have been surprised to hear me yell when I was cold.


'You want power?'


I want to, but I can't seem to.


'Why?'


Because I don't know who you are.


'......'


Hm? She silent? Strange, briefly appeared briefly lost.


"Young man, your silence scares me."


"I.. Huhh... It won't... Huh.... Die. Old man."


I said with my breath tight.


"Oh, I can still talk."


BUACH...!


Blows. I received one blow to the chest. He wasn't kidding, his punch was very hard. Like he wanted to kill me.


"Uhukkp... Uhuk...! You're.... Too..-"


"Too what? Too diabolical?"


CALL...!


This old man. Crazy one!


He hit my head on the pole that tied me up. It seems, this pole is made of iron. I felt like my head was about to break, and there was a warm liquid that just kept flowing.


'You sure you don't want power?'


Ahhe... I want to sleep.


'Hey! Don't sleep! I don't want you to die.'


Who wants to die too.


'Then you want power?'


No. gabe.


'Why 'Why!'


He seems angry.


"Because... I trust... They're..."


I whispered to myself. That I believe in them. Fahrez and Rakka.


'....'


He doesn't answer me anymore. Looks like he's angry. Good thing, I don't hear him anymore. This soul that is inside me, is chatty.


"Huhuh? Them?"


The old man seemed to have heard my words earlier. Although my voice was slow, but he still heard it.


"Richard. Enough."


"Hmmm!"


The old man seemed annoyed.


"Open the blindfold."


The order by the stranger was directly carried out by someone I didn't know. He opened it, I adjusted my eyes to the ambient light. First it's still a blur, I can't see clearly.


"Hello Sergio."


My vision was clear, and the first thing I saw was.


"Sir Jevan?"


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"You ready?"


"Ready."


Fahrez and Rakka. They are currently in Sergio's backyard. Under Fahrez's feet was a large ring of runes of bright green.


"Rakka, don't let Sergio get hurt."


"Fahrez, you take it easy."


Fahrez nodded. "I can relax now."


Rakka snorted hearing it. "Like not you. Your task now is only to annihilate the enemy that is in front of the gate. Kill them all."


"Yes, that's my job. Rakka!"


"okay! [Teleport]!"


In an instant, Fahrez had already disappeared from before Rakka. All that was left was Rakka who was currently carrying a large bag on her back. He wears a thick jacket, his hair he ties a ponytail.


"Sergio, hang on."


Just like Fahrez before. Rakka disappeared from the backyard.


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