Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 2.3
Hah, fate already he had to pick up paper one-on-one. But most importantly, they must be dealt with. With wide strides, Roro went towards the source of the sound. It seems to have originated in the throne room.
Indeed, a group of living creatures with strange body parts roared before the seat of the throne Roro.
"Nyi Gusti - - -"
"Shut up." One glance from Roro can split it into pieces. "Be quiet before I decide to talk."
All the creatures were mute, just observing Roro walking gracefully towards his throne chair. The beats of the high heels made of real gold echoed until the water gurgled.
"Tell me what you want" Roro said as he sat with his hands resting on his knees. "Representative."
"Miss Gusti...." After a long time no one made a sound, one of the men with a crown the size of a peci spoke while walking away. "Now, almost all humans in the archipelago forget our names. Like how powerful you are, how great the kingdom of Majapahit in expanding the territory, even how magical creatures at that time. They've forgotten it. That way, we feel threatened. Our land was taken by humans without permission, who didn't know it was ours."
"Rubber." The meek voice came from the long haired lady in white clothes mixed with dirt stains. His face was so horrible that he looked up at Roro and his hair was blushed from his face. Red eyes. Concave nose. Sharp teeth that are able to chew the bones of living things like humans. "Since they are not superstitious, many original humans have the right to belong to our region. If the entire archipelago is filled with buildings that BASTARD, where else should we live other than in other dimensions that always change their place?"
"This is the end for our nation." A tiger with a human virgin began to growl wrath. "It's an apocalypse for supernatural beings, Nyi Gusti."
After that, a lot of noise that clouded Roro's mind. The woman with the flower buds hanging from her hair just leaned back without leaving her elegance as a queen. Looky. Rejoice. Exclaims furiously. Crying hysterically.
"What a sickening sound." Once Roro spoke, all went back to silence. The entire pair of eyes pointed at him which still showed a flat gaze. "Everything breaks up if it continues to end like this."
While the supernatural beings of various types lowered their heads in disdain, Roro looked up slightly. On the ceiling appeared whirlpools depicting the atmosphere out there. The humans. They say, the species wants to make an apocalypse for the invisible? However, what Roro saw was precisely the people who laughed cheerfully. From young children to the elderly. Wait, elderly? Roro. He always gets a reflection of grandmothers and old men who are contemplating waiting for death.
"All your complaints will be considered wisely." Roro looked back at the inhabitants of another dimension. They remain obedient. "You can go now. I'll find out the truth right now."
Roro never sleeps. Dozens of hours he spent observing, analyzing problems, to discuss with the fortune-tellers. Roro often denied that humans are not that cruel. They're trying to destroy the supernatural? Roro thinks it doesn't make sense. Humans cannot eliminate it.
"Well, there is no harm in justifying the words of your subordinates, Nyi Gusti Roro." One of the dozens of white hooded figures started glancing at Roro. All covered his eyes with a piece of cloth. Roro-class supernatural beings will not be able to see how the shape of the iris of his eyes. The cloth that covered her body, looked thick but as beautiful as silk. "If they are right, then our only option is to use the book of hell."
Book of hell....
The book of hell, huh? According to the astrologers (that is how Roro called them), the book of hell contains one of the most heinous ways that the apocalypse of supernatural beings does not occur just by looking at the cause. If the performance of the book of hell is that simple, Roro can also do it. Unfortunately, he still believed that man....
Brucks.
Die.
Roro's attention was distracted by a pile of corpses. The pale body was lying with a terrible wound. The stomach is half split. Broken head. His nails peeled off.
"What the hell is this?" Not yet Roro appointed a corpse to be executed with his power, he smelled a rancid smell. Many points drain red liquid. The presence of other colors in the water as if locking the power of Roro.
What the hell is going on? Roro. He did not blink when he stood up. However, an emerald-colored iris splashed out small bubbles. Initially painted room with minimal furniture with gold-patterned walls, now depicted dozens of ships shooting each other in the ocean, in the region.
"They're right." The humans have thrown away the iron trash. Oil spills. Used gunpowder. Shipwreck.
Then a sea of corpses were floating in the water, where every hole in his body flowed a lot of blood. White eyes looked at the golden-haired lady.
Man has taken control of his territory. []