THE LIVINETT PROTOCOL 9
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Various types of measuring cups, preparation tables, and various types of chemical liquids fill the table. The lab feels like a warehouse full of unsavory tools. Nolas and Marco looked serious, they were pacing around, measuring, dividing, mixing up strange ingredients that a layman would not be able to understand. Tinos emerged from his room, he just woke up. He yawns and asks what Marco and Nolas are doing. But Tinos did not understand what Marco said. Finally he ignored the two of them and headed for the bathroom. Tinos decided to clean his body.
The activity that Nolas and Marco are doing is researching and trying to create a potion. Perhaps, it is more correctly referred to as a virus, because their purpose is indeed to make something capable of destroying the opponent's armor. The virus that Marco thought, with the virus, would be destroyed and damaged. It could be a weapon to defeat the titans of the Eternity Armor users.
“If the virus succeeds we find, the victory will be ours,” Marco said.
“Yes. Lucky I kidnapped you from the future to help me. It turns out that your brain is indeed very genius, even though all the Yazelts have good intelligence, but, in the future there will definitely be people who are smarter. That's why I searched for you through my computer and designed a robot that can infiltrate virtually into your computer and then become real.”
“I was very surprised, first I also do not believe in the robot you sent.”
“In this year, there have been many discoveries developed by the people of Yazelt. They make a wide range of tools as well as an incredible range of research methods. But, all of it has been destroyed since the war raged, scientists do not dare to continue sharpening their brains for fear of being killed by people from Trovolta. Really, the inhabitants of the Tsandor Continent are really ruthless.”
“Good, hopefully later, the science and courage of smart people here can recover. Speaking of your robot, how could he be real? Just so you know, he has also made a mess in the future world. He hijacked Gerfant dai Trovolta's plane. If the people of Trovolta knew about it, war could happen again.”
“If in the future it has been peaceful, it means we can win this battle. I'll be very sure, because you're here. Don't worry, my robot has the ability to disappear, which means, if my robot is destroyed then all the events he has ever done will be lost from all memory. So will you, you will not recall the events of this past.”
“Really? I didn't think you'd do something like that. Are you going to destroy that robot?”
“Yes. In order for future events to be normal again, and the disappearance of yourself during this time is not remembered by future people.”
“Good. I don't mind if this war ends. If we lose, of course I will not exist in the future, it could be that the future does not exist for me because this continent is controlled by enemies.”
They continue their work to create the virus. Occasionally arguing, tense, his face desperate, then spirited again. They really fought very hard. There is something that makes Marco surprised, it turns out there is a fact that he has not known. It all started when Nolas told him to pick up a blue book in Nolas's room. Marco complied with the request, so he went into Nolas's room and got the book. As he opened the drawer that Nolas had told him, he found the book in question. He took the time to read it for a while, he was stunned when he saw the final part of the book. It turns out that some of the books were diaries, but what shocked Marco was a photograph showing Nolas with a young man.
Marco went back to Nolas. “Who is in this photo?”
“Photo?” nolas's face turned curious. He received the photo Marco brought from his room. “Oh. This is my son, now he's taking refuge and looking after his mother. Actually he also has intelligence like you, he can imitate anything I make. But, he is very weak, his body cannot be used to do heavy things.”
“Do you not realize it. Your son has a face very similar to that of my grandfather when he was young. I've seen pictures of my young grandfather on my father's album. At first glance, this child also looks similar to me. Watch his eyebrows as well as highlight those eyes.”
“True. He was at a glance similar to you,” Nolas grew surprised. “In the meantime, don't you know your family surname?”
“Yes. I don't know, because my father had a fight with my grandfather so he decided to leave the house and not use his surname. He never wanted to mention it to me, but it seems he still frequented my grandfather when I was a kid.”
“Who is your grandfather and father's name?”
At once Nolas was aghast, as if he had a heart attack. Nolas drew himself closer to Marco. “Listen, my son in this photo is named Drint Sonits.”
“Hah?” now it was Marco's turn to be shocked to death.
“True. He was named Drint Sonits,” Nolas repeated his remark.
“Drint... His name is Drint Sonits? And your name is Nolas Sonits. So, you're my great-grandfather?”
“It looks like that. Maybe, when my son got married, I was dead. Because I don't know my grandson's name. Sure, my grandson is Virpie, he is your father.”
“What happened? I don't know this game of fate. Means my family's real surname is Sonits. Virpie Sonits is your grandson, and I'm alone? Marco Sonits, my name is Marco Sonits? I didn't expect any of this, it felt like a dream.”
“Ah. I also did not expect, it turns out that I could meet with great-grandfathers from the future.” Nolas hugged Marco.
Marco was pounding his heart, it turns out that he had been with his family ancestors all along. If he was still here, he would have seen his grandfather when he was young. Drint's grandfather, the crawling idiot Marco used to visit as a child. 200 hundred years passed by with an extraordinary event. Marco's life is like a mystery created by the ruler of the universe.
Nolas let go of his embrace and sat down on the chair. The two of them left their jobs for a moment to talk to each other. Conversations of destiny from the future and the past. It's amazing, they both still don't believe this.
“Marco, is my grandson as smart as you?”
“Virpie? Yep. My father was also very intelligent, he was a doctor. But, I am not so close to him because he is always busy with his work.”
“So so. I miss my son, Drint, who was taking refuge with his mother. I hope I can meet him soon. Yazelt people are usually long, we can live up to 100 years. But maybe I'll die before I see my son's wedding.”
“Do not talk pitifully like that. Then, is your wife still as healthy as you are?”
“Yes. She is still healthy and beautiful.”