Candrasa Hurip
chapter 40

Once upon a time, a great war involving all living things killed millions of lives as a result of a human being. Soldier souls drift when the lord of the realm of death is devoted to his master, then neglect thousands of souls who are unable to be overcome by all his subordinates.

The lord of death had a son. He thirsts for power, thirsts for power, and strives to have greed equal to or above his father. For him who has a connection with the subordinates of the ruler of death, being able to grasp many souls is not difficult to do.

"There will be one of my descendants who has the meaning of life and life in his name, he impregnates two girls and one of his children will be me." said a man wearing a red crown.

"... No, why do you want to run away?"

"Hey Death!" The man looked, "greed is not a bad thing to look at from another point of view."

In the midst of a battle that killed and almost made the extinction of one of the triggers of this war ended his life. Until it stopped the war, at that time, people learned and understood after the consequences.

They end the root of all things, closing above the entrance of the termination seen by him and by death with time. The unraveling threads began to unite, becoming a rope of life swinging life, with justice in the clothes of greed and the evils of the king.

"Who is evil, who is good, if what you say is true." the fading ruler of death smiled, "I look forward to hope."

Precisely now after hundreds of years passing through human civilization, they repeat even worsening conditions where only getting bad without profit. So slowly creatures that rely on reason, turn into dependence on things are never eternal.

The boy had not mastered the soul control technique completely from his father, now using half-baked knowledge resulting in millions of abundant powers like a flood. The sword hanging on his waist attached many souls, turning them into enormous magic energy.

"That is the origin of Candrasa" said the ruler of death.

"Eh?"

"Your strength is great. It's just that, even so, it's not the enemy that you have to fear, but the future is uncertain" he continued.

Hurip tried to get up to support himself tired of stabbing inside out. He looked into space when Reza was seen grinning behind the cockpit, the glass was thin and able to make Hurip see the contents of the combat robot. Even so, he only got buttons and other complicated objects.

What he thought this time was not about Reza, it turned out that he summoned the lord of death to gain temporary power. The ruler did not return to the realm of death, but moved to the front of Reza together in the midst of his armies.

"What do you offer? I'll ignore why you can call me, not my subordinate."

"Hour."

"Only yours? That's not..."

"There are three hundred and forty-four hearts that I offer to the ruler of death" Reza said.

The ruler of death sighed as still as Hurip had not suddenly wrapped around a rope that strangled him and reduced his lifespan. Each world has at least one ruler and ruler, whether it be death or life. So that the ruler of the death of this world can only get something obtained by him, tangible objects that he knows.

Hurip continued to be absorbed out of age to the limit point according to the offer from Reza, leaving a small amount of time he had, which was four days. Spontaneous after a person is taken the age of his life, then he will be unconscious for a day or two.

"Huh?"

The pensive ruler of death glaring at the palm looking at the glowing red dots, he paused for a moment and glanced at the person who had offered a reward. He approached Reza before opening his mouth, his eyes closed for a split second and a red scythe covered in white liquid appeared.

Reza fell silent in fear at the sickle, and as the minutes passed, the bored ruler began to question things and ordered him to name names. Even if agitated half-dead, he still satisfied him using his answer.

Upon hearing the reply, the ruler laughed out loud as he faded away slowly and after a while he stopped to let out a laugh. Then it removed the scythe and the terrifying aura that made him afraid and nauseous.

"Which I take, there are fifty-one hearts."

"There are reports that are sala.."

"Originally I tell you, the savage Hurip is indeed dead, but he has a son who carries on his duties. Sure, you must return the inscription after seeing and studying its words." whispered the ruler of death before it completely vanished back to its origin.

Reza ordered to return with a look that had empty eyes. The noise of machines and equipment, robots flying and running away after their targets were unconscious. Sontak alia brlari meets Hurip, trying to wake him up.

Two days passed quickly, as Hurip never woke up Alia did not dare to move places and set up a tent. Hurip's eyes opened, finding Alia and Ria smilingly welcoming her newfound self after sleeping for two more days.

"I'll explain everything to Alia, you better get out, Ria." Hurip said.

"All right." Ria comes out even if she seems reluctant to leave Hurip, or his niece.

Meanwhile, Alia, who was sitting next to Hurip, was now blushing red to find him embraced by his heart. But after a few minutes passed Alia suddenly moved away, she realized that Hurip was again channeling magic energy on her to surprise her.

"I used magic to store my consciousness in your magic energy.."

"Eh?"

"Get me the wealth I have, protect Candrasa, try to keep looking for my son, and then even if I'm sure he's alive.." Hurip with silent empty eyes.

"No. I don't want to!"

"Will you be a mother to my little sister?' hurip asked Alia in the eyes with a vision that had gone blind from releasing all her magic energy losing the contract with the call and the souls.

Alia was speechless, the tears that flowed from the eye patch were already in effect as Hurip had intended. This girl approached and nodded after slapping him as hard as she could, even Ria who was outside even understood and moved away.

***

"Yeah!"

Shouts echoed in the forest, blood splotches smeared on the sword held by him. A man came out of the bushes. He found the black-haired, silver-eyed boy again crying and saying "father" over and over again as if again in fear of trying to call his father.

The bespectacled man immediately hugged the boy trying to calm the child in the embrace of his two hands. Not long after the boy calmed down and turned to the man he called father, after a few minutes, holding hands they walked out of the forest.

"Even if you're not our real child, we still love you like a real child and that goes on forever!" Said his father smiling.

"Hmm.." This kid nodded slowly. He held tightly to the man's warm hand, hoping that the father who was not by his side would die and he did not expect to find any disgusting parents who did not even seek his existence.

...It's over..!...