The Life of a Great Daughter-in-Life
03. Great Hermit

When Fatir was in a coma, he was in a strange place. Everything was filled with white mist.

"Am I really dead?!..." Fatir said with deep sadness.

Dying in virgin condition is something very scary. Not to mention, the married life of Fatir is not far from the word Singles.

But other singles can still be said to be lucky, because they can play with soap to entertain themselves. But not with Fatir. His friend Joni the Great, never woke up from her long slumber. That's really hard to understand.

Forget about it, because Fatir is dead. Better to take it with a chest.

A floating figure appeared in front of Fatir. The figure had long white hair, and had a hanging white beard, Fatir was unable to figure out who the old man was.

The old man who was sitting floating just kept silent and looked at Fatir's body from top to bottom, then shook his head.

"The ancient body in vain..." The old voice surprised Fatir.

"Old man, can you talk?!..." Fatir shouted nervously.

"Son, do you think I'm mute?..." The old voice sounded dissatisfied.

As a great hermit, he was highly respected. Not only that, he was able to crush the mountain through his breath. What's more with the fart, it could destroy the planet Mars.

"Forget it over, let's do the ritual..." The great hermit.

"No, I don't want this. I still want to live. Even I haven't had a good time with women! I don't want to go to nature next..." Fatir shouted in despair.

It was hard to say about his feelings that were always hidden. He usually did not care much about his impotent condition. But the moment he realized he was going to the next realm without having any experience with women at all, it made him very frustrating.

"Haha, as expected of the owner of the ancient body. Even with this situation, you are still thinking about your miserable condition..." The great hermit spoke with a laugh.

"Son, no one says if you're dead or going to the next realm. You are in a coma. And right now, your consciousness is inside the spatial ring..." First explained.

"really! Thank goodness I'm not dead. But what do you mean by spatial rings? It was like a space ring in a novel!..." Fatir was calm.

"Son, you can say it like that, The ring you bought for 10 thousand, is not an ordinary ring. You can keep something in it. Hemm... Forget about that..." The great hermit was annoyed, having to explain something twisted.

"Old man, because I'm not dead. What are you then?!..." Ask Fatir in surprise.

"Son, I am the Great Hermit, the most powerful ancient hermit in the past, I purposely left the rest of my soul in the ring. So that one day someone with an ancient bloodline could inherit my power, and today you have activated the hermit's inheritance through your ancient blood..." The great hermit explained.

Seeing the fretful Fatir the great Hermit added, "Relax I will not hurt you at all, I will explain so that you understand a little..."

"To activate my inheritance, you must have ancient blood and you already have it. You can call it a key..." The great hermit looked straight into Fatir's eyes.

Fatir finally realized that his body had an ancient bloodline. Out of curiosity Fatir asked "How great is this ancient blood?!..."

"By having an ancient bloodline, you possess incredible strength, everything you possess exceeds normal humans in general, it is certainly very suitable to apply cultivation..." The more the great Hermit explained, the more Fatir understood.

Just one that he didn't understand, why couldn't his own stand up?!

"How great, are you kidding me? What is ancient blood! My friend just can't stand up, my body isn't as strong as you say..." Fatir said with a wry smile.

"That's because your body has a strange condition, it's a certain kind of curse that prevents you from using the ancient bloodline. Also curbing your little friend..." Clearly from the great Hermit.

"Curse?!..." Finally Fatir understood the reason why he became Impotent.

He slowly took off his clothes, and exposed the blackened part of his stomach.

"True, it's a sign of a curse..." The great hermit admitted it.

Fatir recalled, he had this mark from the moment he was born. At first, he thought that part of his stomach was a birthmark. But who would have thought if it was a sign of a curse.

Fatir immediately hated the curse mark that was on his stomach. If it wasn't for that. He will not be impotent.

Not only was she decided by her ex-boyfriend when she spent the night at the hotel. He was also used by his wife Mayangsari. True - complete suffering.

"Great man, can you explain. Why is my body cursed?..." Surely, Fatir wanted to find the answer to the suffering he felt.

"Hm... The curse problem you have, because of your parents' behavior..." The words of the great Hermit made Fatir speechless.

He remembered his mother who raised him, and there was no way that such a good mother would have such bad behavior.

Fatir ignored the allegations and immediately thought about his father, who until now had never met him.

Fatir suspected, if his father had immoral behavior and was not commendable, thus making his son get a curse.

"Great man, since you can recognize the condition of my body, it means you have the solution..." Fatir said with hope.

"Hahaha, of course I have it..." The great hermit laughed.

"Son, how to get rid of the curse that's in your body. That is by using holy water, unfortunately I don't have it..." The great hermit shook his head. This disappointed Fatir.

"I told you, you can calm down. I have a second condition, with you receiving my inheritance, then you can remove the curse that is in your body..."

Hearing this, made Fatir very happy. There is nothing happier for a man to have the bottom functioning properly.

"Prepare yourself to receive my inheritance..." The great hermit waved his arm, at the tip of his finger a golden yellow light appeared.

"This is the essence of my heritage that has been purified for millions of years to obtain indestructible memories..."

"After this essence of my inheritance enters your body all of your veins and meridians will be replaced with Hermit meridians for millions of years and the process will become a little painful..." It was clear from the great Hermit by stopping the movement of his hands.

"For a long time, my friend could stand. Pain is no problem for me..." Said Fatir with determination.

Then one finger from the Great Hermit pushed forward, making a golden light go straight to Fatir's stomach and enter through his skin.

Seriate...