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A Dark Journey

Lenin, a perennially drowsy and seemingly inept boy, grapples with a lack of close connections, his father deceased, and his mother immersed in work. However, his unremarkable life takes an extraordinary turn when he encounters a unique being – his grandfather – hailing from a concealed realm. Seeking Lenin's help for a crucial task, they forge a bond that, unfortunately, is short-lived as they are separated. This parting becomes a catalyst for profound change in Lenin. Transitioning from a lethargic and lackluster individual to a hardworking genius, he undergoes a remarkable transformation. Fueled by the desire to explore the unseen facets of the world, Lenin embarks on a journey that leads him to forge friendships, encounter worthy rivals, form strong alliances, and face formidable adversaries. His path unfolds with twists and turns, revealing a tale of personal growth and exploration into the unknown.

03Matot · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
45 Chs

Incredible Team

They stand on the roof. Liya bites the apple, and so does Sharia. The next moment, they find themselves in Woodenpool.

The old lady scolds, "Why are you two here? All the activities of class 2002 have been called off for four months."

"Do you live here or something, old hag?" Sharia asks cheekily.

"Yes, I do, brat," the old lady replies, kicking Sharia's butt.

Liya intervenes, "Well, we want to visit Orni, ma'am."

In the medical block, Liya exclaims, "You can locate living beings!!! Wow."

Sharia wonders, "How do you do that?" They are in the room she is in.

"So, you need to borrow a tiny amount of aura from the person you want to locate to track him specifically," explains Sharia.

Orni confirms, "Yes."

"And to borrow that tiny amount of aura, I need to meet the person at least once," adds Liya.

Orni nods, "Yes."

"Okay, we get it. But why the hell do you have to be in the hospital for a couple of months?" questions Sharia.

Orni hesitates, "Um, it's because... That person's aura... It was so dark."

"Why didn't you try to borrow the aura of that pest, instead?" suggests Sharia.

Orni responds, "I tried. But I don't know why, I couldn't."

Liya deduces, "So he is in North Odresha, far below down the ground."

Orni admits, "He was. I don't know where he is right now."

"Don't worry, kids. We have sent an awesome rescue team," the old lady appears suddenly.

[Earlier, when the rescue team was about to leave]

The squad consists of 8 members, led by Pedro Sanchez, the Head teacher of class 1997, who is highly experienced and extremely alcoholic. Jenifer Stuart from class 1997 and others are part of the team.

Pedro sets the tone, "Keep in mind, kids, you guys are gonna be a part of this operation just to learn how adults handle things."

Jenifer agrees, "Yes, sir."

Rafid Haque from class 2000 expresses his dislike, "I really hate class 1997."

Josef Kent from class 1997 confronts him, "What did you just say?"

Abram Ahmed from class 1997 intervenes, "Leave him, Kent. We don't have time for suckers."

Anna Jones from class 1997 adds, "What an incredible team we have got."

Lisa Olson from class 2009 jokingly says to Jenifer, "Hey Jennifer, I need some beauty tips."

George Munsey, the Head teacher of class 2002, holds his yellow stick and is ready for combat.

In the medical block, Sharia accuses, "Were you eavesdropping on us, hag?"

"Shut up, brat," she retorts, kicking Sharia's butt. Then she asks, "Hey kids, do you know anything about Lenin's father?"

Meanwhile, in North Odresha, the rescue squad is moving silently within the ancient palace. They are about to enter a huge hall room.

"Come in," Nanak says suddenly from inside that room. The rescue team enters.

Nanak stands and looks straight at them, and Lenin lies unconscious a little far away. Nanak, with a creepy smile, says, "I'm so happy... hahaha."

All of them are ready to fight. Sir George remarks, "The kid is over there, but it's not the same guy."

Nanak laughs loudly. Rafid questions, "Then who the hell is this clown?"

Pedro is shocked, "It can't be him!!! Impossible!!!! That was just a stupid old legend. A sacred whistle tied up in the left arm, bald head, short blue beard, omnivorous monster of Barovia, Julius Nanak."

Nanak continues to laugh.