Chapter 1099: Proof and Conjectures, The Pleas for Salvation from a Criminal Soul
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Chapter 1099 Proof and Conjectures, The Pleas for Salvation from a Criminal Soul
Day 364 - 6:28 PM - Meeting Room, 38th Satellite Settlement, Muria Sacred Fortress, Mount Muria, Kudus Regency, Central Java, Indonesia
Silence permeated within the meeting room as everyone tried to digest the unimaginable things Mark spoke about. Capturing souls and torturing them to get information, none of them thought something like that would be possible.
"Um, excuse me?" General Wijaya's current secretary, Staff Sergeant Intan Cahya, raised her hand. "I don't mean to be offensive, but this talk about capturing souls just sounds too absurd to me. Is that really a soul inside that thing?"
General Wijaya had the same thought. However, he did not have the courage to ask since he did not want to offend Mark, whom they needed cooperation from.
However, the secretary could not hold it back anymore. From the serious conversation about the sudden disappearances turning into a talk about souls and capturing them, Intan could not help but voice out her opinion.
"Intan..."
General Wijaya could only glare at his secretary.
"It's fine, General. I know you also have your doubts," Mark shrugged. "Most people won't believe these things either. In the least, it's not hard for me to prove it."
As Mark said those words, he suddenly put another canister onto the table out of nowhere.
Compared to the previous one, the "soul" inside it was rather pale bluish-green in color and seemed to be wavering out of existence. It was slightly flickering like a flame that was about to die out.
However, as if something flicked the flame, it began to flare up and began pushing itself against the glass of the canister.
"Look at this bug," Mark showed a devilish smile as he saw the soul struggling all of a sudden. "Don't think you will be saved just because General Wijaya is here."
Suddenly getting his name mentioned, General Wijaya could not help but speak out.
"W-what does it have to do with me?"
"This guy is one of your fortress' soldiers. Elite forces, to be exact."
Mark said nonchalantly, making everyone surprised and confused as to why he would have a soldier's soul.
But then, Luna's group realized why.
"Is it one of the intruders?" Luna asked. "Wait. Didn't we catch all of them?"
After the badges began circulation, these past few nights were nowhere peaceful. Several instances of break-ins were detected, and the intruders were all captured. In fact, one of the reasons why General Wijaya was here was to transport the captured criminals to their prisons, where they would slave away and become part of the forced workforce to atone for their crimes.
But as it turned out, not all the intruders were captured alive. You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
"The ones you caught are the thieves. Their aim is our equipment to create the badges or even just the knowledge of how to make them. That's why I let them be caught alive," Mark explained. "But there is no way I'll leave people aiming to kidnap members of my group alone."
Mark then tapped on the top of the canister containing the wavering soul.
"Why don't we hear it from this guy?"
As Mark tapped the canister, a ghastly voice permeated into everyone's ears.
"General! General! Please! Can you hear me? Please, help me! Please! I beg you! Please, hear me! Please!"
It was a desperate cry for help. It was too ghastly and horrible to hear that it instantly gave everyone shivers up everyone's spine.
"Do I know you?"
General Wijaya gathered his wits and asked.
"Yes! Yes! I'm Pratam Ningrum from the Tontaipur Forces. Our teams worked together in an anti-terrorism exercise years ago. You're a member of the Kopassus at that time."
General Wijaya was surprised to hear those familiar terms. Before he was promoted to his current position, he was a member of the Kopassus, one of the army's special forces and counter-terrorism units. It was impossible for him to remember the names of all soldiers, especially someone who did not have any direct contact with him. However, the name the soul introduced itself with did ring a bell in his mind.
"A soldier like you, a member of the Special Forces, tried to kidnap people?"
The General's secretary could not help but chime in. As a soldier, she admired those from the Special Forces who were able to endure rigorous training and enter the ranks of the elites. However, a member of those strong people she admired was now nothing but the soul of a criminal caught inside a glass container.
"I regret it! I truly regret it! If I knew what we were dealing with... I would not feel tempted by the offer."
"Listen to this bastard," Mark suddenly spoke. "He regrets taking a stupid job and not the job itself. Looks like he needs to be simmered for another few seconds."
"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NO!" The soul suddenly cried out, flying erratically within the canister. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING! PLEASE LET ME PASS ON!"
The soul then turned to General Wijaya.
"GENERAL PLEASE! HELP ME! PLEASE!"
The soul was clearly bawling out in desperation. Unfortunately, to the living, all they could see in front of them was a ball of misty flames flying erratically within the canister.
Nonetheless, the tone of desperation in its voice was more than enough how it feared Mark and his words.
"You all sure are thinking too much."
All of a sudden, Melfiss, who was silent all this time, spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Luna asked the little girl.
"I've been listening to you all. So far, these you call [Face Wearers] are creatures who wear the skin of someone's face and pretend to be humans, correct?"
Melfiss asked, and Luna nodded.
"Then, this soldier here said before that the ash they leave after they die is the same as volcanic ash."
Melfiss then asked General Wijaya, and he also gave her a nod.
"Then why are you all thinking further away from those clues? If their bodies are made of volcanic ash, then it's clear where they came from!"
Melfiss said in an exasperated tone.
At this time, Mark spoke.
"I have the same thoughts. The [Face Wearers] didn't come from somewhere else. That's why no one witnessed them escaping out of the fortress."
"What? Then they are all still inside here?"
Edge was surprised.
"Yep," Mark nodded. "As Melfiss said, volcanic ash is the clue. It seems you all didn't know, but Mount Muria is a dormant volcano."
Everyone but Mark and Melfiss looked at each other. None of them were locals, and none of them stepped on this mountain before the apocalypse. It was not surprising that they did not know.
"Are they some sort of supernatural original residents of this mountain?"
Luna voiced out a question.
"What are you talking about?" Melfiss frowned at her owner's question. "This place had no such thing. What do you call this place again? Muria Sacred Fortress? Bah. What is sacred about this place? It is but an old grave for sinners. Sinners are buried in this place, so the flames of the volcano will punish and cleanse their souls. What is sacred about that?"
Melfiss, the oldest one in this group, began to blurt out what she knew about this mountain and, possibly, the origin of the [Face Wearers].
"That's the first time I heard of that," Mark looked interested. "They said this mountain is associated with the origins of Islam. That's why they called this mountain Sacred."
It was the turn for Melfiss to look flabbergasted.
Further discussion and brainstorming were clearly needed in this situation.
Unfortunately...
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Everyone in the meeting room stood up. The sounds of the alarm bells of the 38th Satellite Settlement were clanging frantically.
BAM!
The door of the meeting room swung open.
"Luna! There's [Infected]! An [Infected] Horde!"
Bajing yelled in a hurry.
Just with those words, Luna's group immediately left their seats.
"Get everyone to the walls! Prepare to defend!"
"NO! Not the walls!" Bajing immediately spoke. "The [Infected] Horde is coming from the mountain, not outside! There's at least a thousand of them!"
"What?!"
This time, it was not just Luna's group. Even General Wijaya and his secretary could not believe what they were hearing.
"Why would the [Infected] come from within the fortress?!" General Wijaya voiced out. "Did a breach happen? No! That shouldn't be. If that was the case, the alarm at the top of the mountain should be roaring by now!"
"General," Mark stepped forward and shrugged. "Like Melfiss said, there's no need to think too much."
Mark then continued.
"How many people were suddenly missing again? If those were all [Face Wearers], what about the bodies of the victims? And just like what Melfiss mentioned just now. The [Face Wearers] might originally be from this mountain. This sudden attack just proves her conjecture."
Those words from Mark gave the meeting participants the most awful kind of enlightenment.
The enemies were within the fortress. That was the worst kind of thing for them to hear.
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Chapter 1099 Proof and Conjectures, The Pleas for Salvation from a Criminal Soul
Day 364 - 6:28 PM - Meeting Room, 38th Satellite Settlement, Muria Sacred Fortress, Mount Muria, Kudus Regency, Central Java, Indonesia
Silence permeated within the meeting room as everyone tried to digest the unimaginable things Mark spoke about. Capturing souls and torturing them to get information, none of them thought something like that would be possible.
"Um, excuse me?" General Wijaya's current secretary, Staff Sergeant Intan Cahya, raised her hand. "I don't mean to be offensive, but this talk about capturing souls just sounds too absurd to me. Is that really a soul inside that thing?"
General Wijaya had the same thought. However, he did not have the courage to ask since he did not want to offend Mark, whom they needed cooperation from.
However, the secretary could not hold it back anymore. From the serious conversation about the sudden disappearances turning into a talk about souls and capturing them, Intan could not help but voice out her opinion.
"Intan..."
General Wijaya could only glare at his secretary.
"It's fine, General. I know you also have your doubts," Mark shrugged. "Most people won't believe these things either. In the least, it's not hard for me to prove it."
As Mark said those words, he suddenly put another canister onto the table out of nowhere.
Compared to the previous one, the "soul" inside it was rather pale bluish-green in color and seemed to be wavering out of existence. It was slightly flickering like a flame that was about to die out.
However, as if something flicked the flame, it began to flare up and began pushing itself against the glass of the canister.
"Look at this bug," Mark showed a devilish smile as he saw the soul struggling all of a sudden. "Don't think you will be saved just because General Wijaya is here."
Suddenly getting his name mentioned, General Wijaya could not help but speak out.
"W-what does it have to do with me?"
"This guy is one of your fortress' soldiers. Elite forces, to be exact."
Mark said nonchalantly, making everyone surprised and confused as to why he would have a soldier's soul.
But then, Luna's group realized why.
"Is it one of the intruders?" Luna asked. "Wait. Didn't we catch all of them?"
After the badges began circulation, these past few nights were nowhere peaceful. Several instances of break-ins were detected, and the intruders were all captured. In fact, one of the reasons why General Wijaya was here was to transport the captured criminals to their prisons, where they would slave away and become part of the forced workforce to atone for their crimes.
But as it turned out, not all the intruders were captured alive. You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
"The ones you caught are the thieves. Their aim is our equipment to create the badges or even just the knowledge of how to make them. That's why I let them be caught alive," Mark explained. "But there is no way I'll leave people aiming to kidnap members of my group alone."
Mark then tapped on the top of the canister containing the wavering soul.
"Why don't we hear it from this guy?"
As Mark tapped the canister, a ghastly voice permeated into everyone's ears.
"General! General! Please! Can you hear me? Please, help me! Please! I beg you! Please, hear me! Please!"
It was a desperate cry for help. It was too ghastly and horrible to hear that it instantly gave everyone shivers up everyone's spine.
"Do I know you?"
General Wijaya gathered his wits and asked.
"Yes! Yes! I'm Pratam Ningrum from the Tontaipur Forces. Our teams worked together in an anti-terrorism exercise years ago. You're a member of the Kopassus at that time."
General Wijaya was surprised to hear those familiar terms. Before he was promoted to his current position, he was a member of the Kopassus, one of the army's special forces and counter-terrorism units. It was impossible for him to remember the names of all soldiers, especially someone who did not have any direct contact with him. However, the name the soul introduced itself with did ring a bell in his mind.
"A soldier like you, a member of the Special Forces, tried to kidnap people?"
The General's secretary could not help but chime in. As a soldier, she admired those from the Special Forces who were able to endure rigorous training and enter the ranks of the elites. However, a member of those strong people she admired was now nothing but the soul of a criminal caught inside a glass container.
"I regret it! I truly regret it! If I knew what we were dealing with... I would not feel tempted by the offer."
"Listen to this bastard," Mark suddenly spoke. "He regrets taking a stupid job and not the job itself. Looks like he needs to be simmered for another few seconds."
"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NO!" The soul suddenly cried out, flying erratically within the canister. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING! PLEASE LET ME PASS ON!"
The soul then turned to General Wijaya.
"GENERAL PLEASE! HELP ME! PLEASE!"
The soul was clearly bawling out in desperation. Unfortunately, to the living, all they could see in front of them was a ball of misty flames flying erratically within the canister.
Nonetheless, the tone of desperation in its voice was more than enough how it feared Mark and his words.
"You all sure are thinking too much."
All of a sudden, Melfiss, who was silent all this time, spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Luna asked the little girl.
"I've been listening to you all. So far, these you call [Face Wearers] are creatures who wear the skin of someone's face and pretend to be humans, correct?"
Melfiss asked, and Luna nodded.
"Then, this soldier here said before that the ash they leave after they die is the same as volcanic ash."
Melfiss then asked General Wijaya, and he also gave her a nod.
"Then why are you all thinking further away from those clues? If their bodies are made of volcanic ash, then it's clear where they came from!"
Melfiss said in an exasperated tone.
At this time, Mark spoke.
"I have the same thoughts. The [Face Wearers] didn't come from somewhere else. That's why no one witnessed them escaping out of the fortress."
"What? Then they are all still inside here?"
Edge was surprised.
"Yep," Mark nodded. "As Melfiss said, volcanic ash is the clue. It seems you all didn't know, but Mount Muria is a dormant volcano."
Everyone but Mark and Melfiss looked at each other. None of them were locals, and none of them stepped on this mountain before the apocalypse. It was not surprising that they did not know.
"Are they some sort of supernatural original residents of this mountain?"
Luna voiced out a question.
"What are you talking about?" Melfiss frowned at her owner's question. "This place had no such thing. What do you call this place again? Muria Sacred Fortress? Bah. What is sacred about this place? It is but an old grave for sinners. Sinners are buried in this place, so the flames of the volcano will punish and cleanse their souls. What is sacred about that?"
Melfiss, the oldest one in this group, began to blurt out what she knew about this mountain and, possibly, the origin of the [Face Wearers].
"That's the first time I heard of that," Mark looked interested. "They said this mountain is associated with the origins of Islam. That's why they called this mountain Sacred."
It was the turn for Melfiss to look flabbergasted.
Further discussion and brainstorming were clearly needed in this situation.
Unfortunately...
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Everyone in the meeting room stood up. The sounds of the alarm bells of the 38th Satellite Settlement were clanging frantically.
BAM!
The door of the meeting room swung open.
"Luna! There's [Infected]! An [Infected] Horde!"
Bajing yelled in a hurry.
Just with those words, Luna's group immediately left their seats.
"Get everyone to the walls! Prepare to defend!"
"NO! Not the walls!" Bajing immediately spoke. "The [Infected] Horde is coming from the mountain, not outside! There's at least a thousand of them!"
"What?!"
This time, it was not just Luna's group. Even General Wijaya and his secretary could not believe what they were hearing.
"Why would the [Infected] come from within the fortress?!" General Wijaya voiced out. "Did a breach happen? No! That shouldn't be. If that was the case, the alarm at the top of the mountain should be roaring by now!"
"General," Mark stepped forward and shrugged. "Like Melfiss said, there's no need to think too much."
Mark then continued.
"How many people were suddenly missing again? If those were all [Face Wearers], what about the bodies of the victims? And just like what Melfiss mentioned just now. The [Face Wearers] might originally be from this mountain. This sudden attack just proves her conjecture."
Those words from Mark gave the meeting participants the most awful kind of enlightenment.
The enemies were within the fortress. That was the worst kind of thing for them to hear.
Chapter 1099 Proof and Conjectures, The Pleas for Salvation from a Criminal Soul Day 364 - 6:28 PM - Meeting Room, 38th Satellite Settlement, Muria Sacred Fortress, Mount Muria, Kudus Regency, Central Java, Indonesia Silence permeated within the meeting room as everyone tried to digest the unimaginable things Mark spoke about. Capturing souls and torturing them to get information, none of them thought something like that would be possible. "Um, excuse me?" General Wijaya's current secretary, Staff Sergeant Intan Cahya, raised her hand. "I don't mean to be offensive, but this talk about capturing souls just sounds too absurd to me. Is that really a soul inside that thing?" General Wijaya had the same thought. However, he did not have the courage to ask since he did not want to offend Mark, whom they needed cooperation from. However, the secretary could not hold it back anymore. From the serious conversation about the sudden disappearances turning into a talk about souls and capturing them, Intan could not help but voice out her opinion. "Intan..." General Wijaya could only glare at his secretary. "It's fine, General. I know you also have your doubts," Mark shrugged. "Most people won't believe these things either. In the least, it's not hard for me to prove it." As Mark said those words, he suddenly put another canister onto the table out of nowhere. Compared to the previous one, the "soul" inside it was rather pale bluish-green in color and seemed to be wavering out of existence. It was slightly flickering like a flame that was about to die out. However, as if something flicked the flame, it began to flare up and began pushing itself against the glass of the canister. "Look at this bug," Mark showed a devilish smile as he saw the soul struggling all of a sudden. "Don't think you will be saved just because General Wijaya is here." Suddenly getting his name mentioned, General Wijaya could not help but speak out. "W-what does it have to do with me?" "This guy is one of your fortress' soldiers. Elite forces, to be exact." Mark said nonchalantly, making everyone surprised and confused as to why he would have a soldier's soul. But then, Luna's group realized why. "Is it one of the intruders?" Luna asked. "Wait. Didn't we catch all of them?" After the badges began circulation, these past few nights were nowhere peaceful. Several instances of break-ins were detected, and the intruders were all captured. In fact, one of the reasons why General Wijaya was here was to transport the captured criminals to their prisons, where they would slave away and become part of the forced workforce to atone for their crimes. But as it turned out, not all the intruders were captured alive. You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin"The ones you caught are the thieves. Their aim is our equipment to create the badges or even just the knowledge of how to make them. That's why I let them be caught alive," Mark explained. "But there is no way I'll leave people aiming to kidnap members of my group alone." Mark then tapped on the top of the canister containing the wavering soul. "Why don't we hear it from this guy?" As Mark tapped the canister, a ghastly voice permeated into everyone's ears. "General! General! Please! Can you hear me? Please, help me! Please! I beg you! Please, hear me! Please!" It was a desperate cry for help. It was too ghastly and horrible to hear that it instantly gave everyone shivers up everyone's spine. "Do I know you?" General Wijaya gathered his wits and asked. "Yes! Yes! I'm Pratam Ningrum from the Tontaipur Forces. Our teams worked together in an anti-terrorism exercise years ago. You're a member of the Kopassus at that time." General Wijaya was surprised to hear those familiar terms. Before he was promoted to his current position, he was a member of the Kopassus, one of the army's special forces and counter-terrorism units. It was impossible for him to remember the names of all soldiers, especially someone who did not have any direct contact with him. However, the name the soul introduced itself with did ring a bell in his mind. "A soldier like you, a member of the Special Forces, tried to kidnap people?" The General's secretary could not help but chime in. As a soldier, she admired those from the Special Forces who were able to endure rigorous training and enter the ranks of the elites. However, a member of those strong people she admired was now nothing but the soul of a criminal caught inside a glass container. "I regret it! I truly regret it! If I knew what we were dealing with... I would not feel tempted by the offer." "Listen to this bastard," Mark suddenly spoke. "He regrets taking a stupid job and not the job itself. Looks like he needs to be simmered for another few seconds." "NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NO!" The soul suddenly cried out, flying erratically within the canister. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING! PLEASE LET ME PASS ON!" The soul then turned to General Wijaya. "GENERAL PLEASE! HELP ME! PLEASE!" The soul was clearly bawling out in desperation. Unfortunately, to the living, all they could see in front of them was a ball of misty flames flying erratically within the canister. Nonetheless, the tone of desperation in its voice was more than enough how it feared Mark and his words. "You all sure are thinking too much." All of a sudden, Melfiss, who was silent all this time, spoke. "What do you mean?" Luna asked the little girl. "I've been listening to you all. So far, these you call Face Wearers are creatures who wear the skin of someone's face and pretend to be humans, correct?" Melfiss asked, and Luna nodded. "Then, this soldier here said before that the ash they leave after they die is the same as volcanic ash." Melfiss then asked General Wijaya, and he also gave her a nod. "Then why are you all thinking further away from those clues? If their bodies are made of volcanic ash, then it's clear where they came from!" Melfiss said in an exasperated tone. At this time, Mark spoke. "I have the same thoughts. The Face Wearers didn't come from somewhere else. That's why no one witnessed them escaping out of the fortress." "What? Then they are all still inside here?" Edge was surprised. "Yep," Mark nodded. "As Melfiss said, volcanic ash is the clue. It seems you all didn't know, but Mount Muria is a dormant volcano." Everyone but Mark and Melfiss looked at each other. None of them were locals, and none of them stepped on this mountain before the apocalypse. It was not surprising that they did not know. "Are they some sort of supernatural original residents of this mountain?" Luna voiced out a question. "What are you talking about?" Melfiss frowned at her owner's question. "This place had no such thing. What do you call this place again? Muria Sacred Fortress? Bah. What is sacred about this place? It is but an old grave for sinners. Sinners are buried in this place, so the flames of the volcano will punish and cleanse their souls. What is sacred about that?" Melfiss, the oldest one in this group, began to blurt out what she knew about this mountain and, possibly, the origin of the Face Wearers. "That's the first time I heard of that," Mark looked interested. "They said this mountain is associated with the origins of Islam. That's why they called this mountain Sacred." It was the turn for Melfiss to look flabbergasted. Further discussion and brainstorming were clearly needed in this situation. Unfortunately... CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Everyone in the meeting room stood up. The sounds of the alarm bells of the 38th Satellite Settlement were clanging frantically. BAM! The door of the meeting room swung open. "Luna! There's Infected! An Infected Horde!" Bajing yelled in a hurry. Just with those words, Luna's group immediately left their seats. "Get everyone to the walls! Prepare to defend!" "NO! Not the walls!" Bajing immediately spoke. "The Infected Horde is coming from the mountain, not outside! There's at least a thousand of them!" "What?!" This time, it was not just Luna's group. Even General Wijaya and his secretary could not believe what they were hearing. "Why would the Infected come from within the fortress?!" General Wijaya voiced out. "Did a breach happen? No! That shouldn't be. If that was the case, the alarm at the top of the mountain should be roaring by now!" "General," Mark stepped forward and shrugged. "Like Melfiss said, there's no need to think too much." Mark then continued. "How many people were suddenly missing again? If those were all Face Wearers, what about the bodies of the victims? And just like what Melfiss mentioned just now. The Face Wearers might originally be from this mountain. This sudden attack just proves her conjecture." Those words from Mark gave the meeting participants the most awful kind of enlightenment. The enemies were within the fortress. That was the worst kind of thing for them to hear.
