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In the eerie silence of the darkened house, a man with black hair and piercing red eyes found himself surrounded by the ominous presence of bloodstains. His urgent question echoed through the shadows, "Where is she?"

Drawn towards a faint glimmer of light emanating from one of the doors, he approached it with a sense of urgency. As the door cracked open, revealing a woman on the other side, the darkness seemed to retreat momentarily. The woman, adorned in a striking black hijab, possessed an ethereal beauty with her captivating blue eyes fixed on the mysterious scene before her.

"Astaghfirullah, Isa, where have you been?" she inquired, her voice a mixture of concern and reproach. Isa, unfazed by the tension in the air, nonchalantly replied, "Just buying some cigarettes, Aisyah." His eyes glinted with intrigue as he continued, "I think we've stumbled upon something interesting here. These findings appear to be valid."

Aisyah, her focus unwavering, responded, "Yes, I've been validating this. We're making definite progress."

Aisyah's gaze swept across the room, and her eyes caught a series of sentences inscribed on the wall—a potential goldmine of information for their investigative task. Excitement flickered in her eyes as she deciphered the text. "The sentences on the wall are written in the local language of Indonesia, Javanese," she explained, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

In the confined space shared only by Isa and Aisyah, Isa abruptly declared, "Everybody in this bloody room, beside Aisyah, prepare for your death." Without hesitation, he unleashed his power, causing time to stop, creating a surreal atmosphere within the room

In the surreal stasis that enveloped the room, only Isa possessed the awareness of time. With a chilling calmness in his voice, he declared, "Today, you guys are going to die. I will put an end to all of your suffering, to those who became suicide soldiers, merely pawns in a game meant to spy and meddle with my mission."

In the world Isa and Aisyah inhabited, suffering was an alien concept. The ordinary denizens of this realm could practically live forever, untouched by illness, and death was a distant notion. Human civilization had reached an unprecedented level of advancement, so much so that the passage of time became a vague concept. The length of human existence blurred, lost in the seamless tapestry of an eternal era.

In this utopian society, individuals were free to pursue their desires without limitations. Every person had the ability to achieve anything they wished, unburdened by constraints. The world was devoid of the capricious nature of "randomness"; every event, every occurrence, was meticulously predictable. The entire timeline of existence had been foreseen, as if the very fabric of reality unfolded according to a preordained script.

In this perpetual evolution of humanity, the notion of a judgment day, the cataclysmic end of the world, remained absent. The absence of such an event allowed the inhabitants of this advanced world to continue their existence in a state of perpetual bliss, unencumbered by the specter of finality.

Despite the utopian advantages of their world, there remained an elusive truth that eluded them—the origin of their existence, the entity responsible for initiating it all—God. Tasked by an enigmatic force known as the "System," Isa and Aisyah received orders to investigate the elusive presence of God and uncover the mysteries shrouded in the fabric of their existence.

Isa, unfazed by the weight of his mission, declared, "This is my daily routine, to end the lives of perhaps over a million individuals in a day." With a swiftness that transcended all known speeds, beyond even the velocity of light, he stepped outside. Isa's method involved confronting his victims directly, posing a stark question: "Do you want to die?" Astonishingly, some replied with a resolute "absolutely."

Ironically, in this advanced society, desiring death involved a complex bureaucratic process. An individual had to navigate through extensive paperwork, await the System's approval, and endure a prolonged waiting period. Surprisingly, there were over a billion people seeking a escape from life, contributing to a backlog of requests.

Exploiting this unusual system, terrorists took advantage of the surplus of suicidal individuals. They orchestrated the dispatch of these willing victims to Isa, recognizing that only two individuals in the entire world possessed the ability to fulfill such morbid requests—and Isa was one of them. The irony of a society that had achieved unparalleled advancements yet struggled to fathom the existence of its creator created a complex backdrop for Isa and Aisyah's investigation.

"I don't blame you guys for wanting to seek death.

I, too, have something that keeps my senses intact and prevents me from putting a hole in my head. One of them is her."

Surprisingly, Aisyah had never contemplated the pursuit of God; she was a woman of science. Her decision to undertake the task was driven by a thirst for knowledge about their world and the desire to unravel its secrets.

In this advanced society, where many believed that God was the ultimate mystery, Aisyah held a different perspective. Despite the prevailing sentiment, she remained a religious person, unwavering in her faith in Islam. Aisyah firmly believed that God existed, and that humans would never attain the divine. She observed a paradox in the society around her: despite the advancements, humanity had become intellectually stagnant. The absence of challenges and adversity had led to what Aisyah termed the "death of science"—a state where humans no longer felt the need to learn and evolve, as survival had become effortless

And then, the slaughter began. Isa methodically approached each person, asking the haunting question, "Do you want to die?" before ending their lives in a brutal display—blowing their heads with his bare hands. One by one, a million or even a billion lives extinguished in a day, yet for him, it felt like a mere second, a fleeting moment.

After the grim task was complete, Isa washed the blood from his body, restored the flow of time to its normal pace, and returned to Aisyah. As she delved into her investigations, Aisyah's keen eyes caught something unusual. "Is that... blood on your hand?" she inquired. A moment of realization struck Isa, prompting him to inspect his left hand. Suddenly, he was transported into a vision—a vast field on a rainy day, corpses scattered, a woman standing before him, his mind clouded

"Isa, what's wrong?" Aisyah questioned. "Hmmm? Nothing, it's just blood from outside. I touched the wall of this house," Isa reassured her. Unbeknownst to Aisyah, Isa harbored a deep trauma whenever he gazed at his hands. Killing was a job, but taking the lives of those who sought death or posed a threat was different. He had never intentionally harmed the innocent or those who wished to live. Always seeking permission, he ensured that he only killed those who willingly agreed to meet their end. Yet, a nagging doubt lingered—had he, at some point, taken an innocent life? The haunting question resurfaced in his mind, disrupting his peace during the stillness of the night.

Now, Isa fought to refocus on reality, attempting to push aside the unsettling thoughts that threatened to consume him

As the haunting echoes of the Maghrib Adhan reverberated through the stillness of the darkened house, Isa, familiar with the Islamic call to prayer, paused for a moment. The Adhan, a melodic announcement performed by a muezzin, signifies the end of the day's fasting during the holy month of Ramadan in Islam.

Isa, eager to check on their progress, asked,

"Aisyah, it's 6 o'clock now. Have you gathered all the needed data? Is it valid?

We can submit the report to the 'System' if it is."

"Yeah, I've completed it. Thankfully, it's valid.

And regarding the 'System,' I believe this information is critical, so we might be granted some free time,"

Aisyah responded with a sense of relief.

Isa, considering their achievement, made a suggestion, "Now that it's time for Iftar, how about some halal ramen? I can take you to Japan if you're interested."

"Seriously? Hehehe, thanks, Isa," Aisyah replied with gratitude.

Isa was agnostic, but he respected Aisyah not only for her intelligence but also for her dedication to her faith. Their relationship was built on mutual respect, and though they were friends, there was no romantic involvement between them.

Besides, in Islam, it's forbidden for someone to have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

Before leaving, Isa took one last look at the wall, and his eyes caught a sentence written prominently. "Anyway, what is the meaning of this large Javanese sentence, Aisyah?" Isa inquired.

"Ummm, well, in Javanese, it's called 'gusti wes ono neng kene,' and the meaning is..."

"God was already here."