《Two Worlds. One Hero》


 1-Happy Isolation

    Well, here I am standing in front of my abandoned grandfather''s house, carrying a large suitcase, watching the layers of dust that flooded the entire courtyard, the paled fa?ade of the house, and a stray dog whom laid down at the doorstep as if it were his paradise that protected him from the scorching summer sun.


    Why am I here?


    To answer this question, we must go back in time four weeks ago.


    At that time, it was the beginning of April, when curfew measures were applied, and industrial activities were reduced to counter the Corona epidemic.


    Yes, they started implementing these procedures too late, but do you think this means that everything will go well?


    No, of course not.


    Businessmen decided to cut salaries. That is why the head of my company visited us in our office, and he said:


    We are going through difficult times and Bla Bla Bla.


    Then, after that all we knew that our salaries were cut in half. Yes, that''s exactly what happened!


    Uh, you must think this means that we will work from homes and they would give us our meager salaries, no dear. They asked us to resume our work as usual from work offices as if there is no global epidemic that threatens lives and humanity.


    Now let''s travel through time a little faster and our destination is the past two days.


    Again, the head of the company visits us in our office, then he says:


    We are going through difficult times and Bla Bla Bla.


    Then, I found myself fired. Yes, that''s exactly what happened!


    This is why I am here now.


    You ask me why?


    Because I can''t live in my family''s house. When I was working, it was simple, I go out to work at seven in the morning, and I go home at eleven in the evening.


    In other words: I spend 8 hours at my house, most of them sleeping on my bed, so I didn''t interact with my mother, sister, and father a lot.


    Why?


    You must have guessed the answer. The nightmare question: Why haven''t you got a girlfriend yet? when are you getting married?


    So, I decided to take a rest for myself from this question by running away to my grandfather''s house in a remote village.


    Yes, I will spend my solitude in this house, all I will do is; eat, drink, sleep, and read all the books and manga that I missed while working my ass out for that greedy businessman aka villain. And yeah, I will watch Netflix for 24 hours straight, without sleeping, without closing my eyelids, and then I will forget all the second-rate shows that I have seen, and replace it with another third-rate show.


    Ahem, you ask me: Who am I?


    Well, let me introduce myself properly this time.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    My name is Khaled, 26 years old, I work as an accountant, single. I was not always single, but this is life as you know, the first girl I loved, abandoned me because I am not mature enough and because I am still studying, have no job, and of course, my family isn''t that rich. In other words, I am poor as a turtle.


    Of course, I was poor. Back then we were seventeen years old. I was still taking my allowance from my family, what materialist she was.


    Anyway, she is married and has two children now.


    As for the second girl, well .. we were separated due to our different opinions in political life and current events. What do you want me to do, man? You can''t spend all your life with a girl who belongs to the right-wing when you are belonging to the left-wing, right?


    Oh, I can hear you asking me about the third girl?


    Well, It was just a little better. She just friend-zoned me.


    Fourth girl?


    No, it was an impossible love. There are seas and continents separating us. It wasn''t going to work.


    Well, Let''s forget my romance life. Cause, I swear to God, that shit ain''t happening again. At least until I meet the chosen One, but I know pretty well, that won''t happen? Do you know why? Because I''m unlucky like Uncle Donald Duck.


    Bark. Bark.


    I woke up from my thoughts to the sound of the stray dog, who has taken my grandfather''s house courtyard as his own house. The dog must have felt that I threatened his nascent kingdom.


    I don''t want to admit that I hate dogs, Rather I am afraid that I will get a bitten, then lying in the hospital for a day, and this will not happen, because we live right now in a world health emergency. I mean, I would be crazy if I decided to go to a hospital for a treatment form a dog bite where it is very possible for me to be infected with the COVID-19 virus from some random patient at the hospital.


    Nope ... of course, I won''t be that unlucky person.


    So I decided to follow the same advice that I have been following since I was young: look at the dog with your eyes wide open, Don''t let it smell your fear, Shout back at him, then I kick the air until it recedes in fear and allows you to pass in front of him.


    I kicked the air, and in return, the dog barked again, I kicked the air again with a firm will to show it my intention:


    Leave ... go away, naughty dog


    The dog looked at me in spite, then jog away, allowing me to stand in front of my grandfather''s old house.


    I took out the key, then put it in the keyhole, and I turned the key twice. Click. Click.


    And finally, I opened the door.


    A wave of thick dust greeted me, but fortunately for me, I was still wearing a medical protective mask.


    I mumbled: Damn, this house needs a thorough cleaning process so I can live a normal life here.


    I took out my cell phone, and searched for one of my acquaintances I know in the village.


    Hey, Adel, are you free now?


    Is it necessary?


    -I want you to clean my grandfather''s house and buy some household orders for me. Bring Sameh with you? The house is big, and you won''t be able to finish it on your own?


    Okay, I''ll get to you in half an hour. Oh, by the way do you know How much are our daily wages now?


    - Don''t worry, Adel. I will give you more than you deserve, but you have to come right now because I won''t be able to sleep in this dust and junk.


    ***


    After a while, I took out a plastic chair to the courtyard, sit down under the shade of the antique mulberry tree, and took out Harry Potter and the Philosopher''s Stone form my case, then started reading it for the millionth time, while Adel and Sameh began working inside the house. Their work continued indoors from ten in the morning until nine in the evening.


    They removed tons of dust from inside the house, and then wiped the house with water and chlorine in an overrated way to the point I thought my grandfather''s house would turn into a health isolation unit.


    Of course, I made them bring all the pillows and mattresses of the house to one of the upholstery shops to re-upholstery them until they return in a new shape better than before. At the same time, I made them buy vegetables, rice, and lots of legumes for the kitchen stock. I also asked them to come with a refrigerator technician to repair the shabby refrigerator. As summer is approaching, and you need cool, fresh water.


    Now my grandfather''s house is ready to receive people to live again.


    Adel approached:


    As for the basement, could we clean it tomorrow?


    I looked at him for a moment. I thought, Oh my dear Adel, just like I guessed! Do you think I don''t know you were planning to come to work tomorrow so you could get another payday? Who do you think am I. I am not that rich.


    I smiled and said:


    Thank you, Adel, but I do not think there is an urgent need to clean the basement now.


    After that I paid him the three hundred pounds, so he and Sameh shared it.


    After they finally left, I entered my grandfather''s house, closed the door behind me, and then smiled as I mumbled:


    Happy isolation, Khaled.

 chapter 2: The Black Ring

    Chapter 2: The Black Ring


    Eat. Drink. Sleep. Read. Repeat.


    This is what I have been doing for the past 14 days since I came to my grandfather''s house. I read tons of works by Naguib Mahfouz, re-read a thousand and one? Arabian Nights, and The Saga of Sayf ibn Dhi Yazan for a thousand times.


    Why was there no time to read manga and watch Netflix as I had previously planned? I really wanted to do that. To see all these cheap dramas in the midst of that curfew, but all blames on the internet service provider routine and their slowness which rivaled all the turtles The Slowest Being on Earth Award. yeah, that''s pretty much the main reason behind that.


    But today the situation will change; the Internet will cover my grandfather''s old house for the first time in its history. And I''m going to do a festive marathon ... Watching all the movies of my beloved Jin Ji-Hyun.


    Suddenly I heard my cell phone ringtone, I rejoiced, as I thought the caller is the internet company to inform me that my ASDL is sound and working from now on, but my happiness quickly dissipated when I saw the name of the caller.


    Nader Wageh. My Childhood friend all the way to the final year of college, till society life and a salve like working life, divided us.


    "O, are you still alive, you little rascal?"


    He answered, " Hahaha, Look at how silly I am. I thought you dead when you didn''t call me when you returned to the village. What are you doing right now? Why didn''t you come to visit me during the past two weeks?"


    I told him, " You Rascal, It''s All due to Corona Virus,. I will go out of this house only when they find a vaccine and a cure for it. Otherwise, I will stay in this gentle shell. Enjoy my well-deserved holidays until satiety."


    He said: " Holidays?! Didn''t you tell me that you were fired?"


    I laughed and said sarcastically: " It is all the same for me. The important thing is that I am in a good mood now."


    " Ok, sir. What do you think about coming out to the field with me as we used to do, the fruits of guava are fresh and sweetly these days. There is sugarcane waiting to be eaten too. let''s grab some of them and go for a walk to our old spot beside the canal bank.


    I lifted my eyebrows, "Oh my dear friend! Didn''t I tell you that I will only get out of this house when they find a vaccine for that virus? If you want to come to see me here, my house welcomes you and your little girl. But you have to follow my rules.


    first: wear a surgical mask, and bring a bottle of medical alcohol with you. Otherwise, I won''t open my doors for you.


    He snores on the phone in denouncing, saying sarcastically:" No, sir. I''d rather never see you."


    I laughed and said, "That''s good."


    Then I seriously added: "But I miss the grilled corn on the cob, if you find some of them, maybe I would change my terms, all for the glory of having a good barbecue."


    "It is not the time yet. Maybe after a month or two."Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Well, then see you after a month or two."


    He laughed and said: "It was great to hear your voice, you rascal."


    "Goodbye, bastard! I will talk to you later."


    I ended the conversation, and then I went to my grandfather''s large bedroom, where I installed the router device earlier to find out if the service had started yet or not.


    I sighed in despair when I saw that the light bulb of the routers was still the same as before.


    I thought, "Well, I think it''s okay to re-watch My Sassy Girl for the seventh consecutive day."


    I kept it in my all-time favorite movies folder on my laptop.


    Suddenly my eyes fell on a portrait of my grandfather hanging over his bed. He was only sixty years old when he took this picture. He had wide shoulders, wearing a luxurious gray Gallabya made of white wool, a white turban, and leaning on a black walking stick made of mahogany wood.


    I smiled with sorrow as I remembered my childhood, which I spent a huge period of it in this house, I remembered the stories and fairy tales which my grandfather and grandmother narrated for me before sleeping.


    a huge black ring in his right index finger caught my attention. This ring, which our family inherited from an ancestor more than three hundred years ago, but my father refused to wear it after my grandpa passed away, because he thought it is too ugly and inappropriate for the current era.


    My grandfather told me about the story of this ring ... that one of our ancestors, when he was still living in Luxor before moving to Cairo, found a cemetery under the floor of their old house, which he found only one mummy and a small black wooden box, inside the box, he found this ring.


    This was at a time before the world discovered the importance of these mummies, and before the French Jean-Francois Champollion deciphered the symbols of the Rosetta Stone by more than a hundred years. Before Champollion presents a way for the world to discover the ancient Egyptian civilization. And because that predecessor thought that this ring has magical powers that protect him from evil and prolong his life, he decided to pass it on to his son and then his grandchildren to protect his offspring forever and ever.


    I smiled when I remembered this story. Of course my family didn''t inherit this ring because they believed in the story of this great grandfather. In fact, all that they thought of this ring it could make a good heirloom or emblem for our family. Also, its value increased within our family after they found that the symbol engraved on the ring doesn''t have any connection with the languages of the ancient Egyptian kingdom.


    Ah, right. My dad told me that this ring is still in my grandfather''s room. As long as my dad doesn''t want to wear it, there is nothing wrong with keeping it.


    I headed towards the office, then began to open and inspect the drawers until I finally found it inside the antique black wooden box.


    I picked up the ring, and I wore it in my thumb. Then I checked it.


    Yes, my father was right. This ring is ugly, and it doesn''t fit the present time.


    I lost interest in the ring.


    And now what?


    Yes, let''s go back and have a cup of coffee, and watch our dear John Ji Hyun movie.


    I went to the kitchen, and started preparing the settings for making an authentic Arabic coffee cup.


    I found that the sugar was about to run out, so I decided to bring the sugar bag to refill the jar.


    I was carrying the bag when I suddenly felt hot over my right hand. I swear in an impulsive way.


    I looked at my hand, and then I saw a scary sight, the ring literally melted over my finger, turned into a liquid, and It began crawling across my hands like a snake until it reached the inside part of my right hand''s antebrachium, and settled above my skin as if it was a tattoo.


    Damn!


    Is this the curse of the Pharaohs?


    Am I the only one in my family who will be cursed by the Pharaohs?


    I was horrified, I put the sugar bag between my feet quickly, and with my fingers, I tried to rub the tattoo to remove it.


    But to no avail.


    But my arms got hotter in the inner ulna region.


    Suddenly, the kitchen disappeared in front of my eyes, and I felt that every bone in my body was literally hurting me.


    After that, I began to fall into a black swirl with no end and no beginning.


    ****

 Chapter 3: This isn鈥檛 planet Earth ...Right?

    Chapter 3: This isn¡¯t planet Earth ...Right?


    Just Like the black hole suddenly devoured me, it spits me out suddenly.


    And because I wasn''t ready for that, I lost all my balance and fell horribly to the ground.


    Fortunately for me, the floor was not solid or rocky, but rather sandy. But that doesn''t mean that I am completely fine. There were like two large tablespoons of sand inside my mouth.


    Dammit, I spit the sand out.


    The pain was still pulsating inside my body like intermittent pulses through my bones and muscles but fortunately it started to fade away.


    I looked at the place around me. It was nighttime, however, I could see a sand beach stretching for three kilometers. I could also hear the sound of the sea waves.


    I looked at the dark sky for a long time, it wasn''t that completely dark. I saw green and blue lights dancing on the horizon. These must be the northern lights.


    My head started to boil with a lot of ideas and facts.


    "Damn, this damned ring. Where did it send me?"


    "Are you a fool, Khaled? It teleported you instantly, like Harry Potter ... You did an instant teleport. Now think well ... what were you thinking of before your teleportation?!"


    If this ring works like magical instant transmission tools, then there is no doubt that it will transport me to a place I know or a place I was thinking of. Mmm, I was thinking about making a cup of coffee, watching my sassy girl, and nothing else. But wait, In Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire there were magical teleport tools pre-defined. When Harry Potter and the Wesley family went to watch the final of the Quidditch World Cup tournament ... damn ... does that mean that damned ring took me to a pre-determined location. "


    "Don''t panic. I catch your breath. Think carefully. Try to get to know this place with your geographical knowledge."


    "That''s right, now shut up and leave me alone."


    I took the advice of the crazy voice inside my head and began to examine the place around me.


    Now, here are the facts of this place.


    First: You are standing on a beach.


    Second, you can see the northern lights.


    The logical conclusion: You are in one of the European countries which enables you to see the Northern lights?


    So, the important question: What are those European countries that enable you to see the northern lights??


    Answer: Fuck me. I don''t know. Maybe New Zealand or Iceland. I think one of my friends have traveled to New Zealand before to see the northern lights.


    Well, I have decided. It doesn''t matter where I am now. The most important thing is to find someone to show me the way to my country''s embassy so they can take me back to my warm little home.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    Suddenly, I realized the horrific truth which made me swear for at least a full ten minutes.


    Damn. Damn. Damn.


    At the time of COVID-19 era, all flights were suspended. Now I have no official papers, and no money, so I could survive here.


    that''s Damn Good. My wonderful good luck is now fully functional. The jinx touch that haunts me since my childhood has achieved its last goal. I will die in a strange land without anyone knowing me.


    I wonder. In this time when everyone fighting for a roll of toilet paper, keeping a safe distance from each other. Is there anyone who will sympathize with me and take me in?


    I sighed a long sigh. then I sat on the sandy ground, and I looked at the northern lights.


    If you are in a bad situation. Try to look at the bright side of the moon. This is what I decided to do.


    Where is the moon? It is supposed to be full moon these days.


    Ah there it is. Hey. Why is there another moon? Damn, there''s a third moon too.


    I got up on my foot, terrified from what I just saw, I searched the sky carefully.


    One, two, three, four, five, damn it, six, seven, damn it, eig...


    But suddenly a sound of a strong fall in the sea waters interrupted my train of thoughts. I looked to the water''s edge and found a fat man fighting the nighty waves. I was sure no one was in the water before. I thought, he must have teleported like me. but why he fell in the water?


    Then, Does this matter? Right now, there are at least eight moons in the sky? Where the hell am I? It doesn''t make sense that I am still on Earth. This isn''t planet Earth ...Right?


    the fat man screaming waked me up from my thoughts as he grappled with the waves. He seemed to be unable to swim and was trying to ask me for help.


    I shook my shoulder and sighed. Fortunately he is close to the beach otherwise I would have left him to die without being able to save him.


    I don''t mean that I''m a cold blood person, but to put it simply, I am like that wretched fatty .. I am not good at swimming too.


    I ran in a hurry towards the water''s edge, I tried to walk as fast as possible resisting the water and the waves. Finally, I reached him.


    I tried to help him as best I could, I started pulling him hard towards the beach, he was saying vague words from which I didn''t understand anything of it. His eyes were terrified, and his face was paled. I thought he was afraid that I would leave him because I couldn''t understand him. I smiled in an attempt to reassure him .. Don''t worry, fatty... I won''t leave you, I will save you.


    Finally, we reached the sandy beach. I sat down immediately, trying to catch my breath from the intensity of my effort. He was very fat.


    I looked at the strange man. I nodded, endorsing the idea in my mind. He is very similar to Homer Simpson.


    Suddenly, the fat man tried to get up on his feet, and when he failed to do so, he decided to crawl on his knees for two meters, at which point I noticed for the first time that there was a thread of blood coming from a deep wound on his back. Why is he injured? Did he fall on a rock hidden under the water?


    Suddenly the fat man stopped crawling, then extended his hand into one of his pockets, and took out a small box, within it at least a dozen rings. Then he pulled a ring from among them, put it in his finger, and a few seconds later, a glass of bottle appeared from nowhere in his palm. It was filled with a bright reddish liquid. The fat man opened the vial, and drink the bloody liquid voraciously.


    Suddenly, something totally magical happened... His wound began to heal and recover.


    Damn, what is this?


    No way! Does it make sense that these are magic rings where tons of things are stored within? Does this bottle contain a healing potion?!


    But in novels and films, these rings are not so cheap to the point that fat man could own dozens of them!


    Never mind, I saved a super-rich man. And surely he will reward me for that.


    But the most important thing .. I have to be careful. fuck me. I shouldn''t forget that awful fact... I am no longer on earth. This place will never be safe for me.


    And that damn ring, which turned into a damned tattoo. I have to find a way to make it send me back home.


    ***

 Chapter 4: I won鈥檛 die that easily, right?

    Chapter 4: I won¡¯t die that easily, right?


    Although the fat man seems to have fully recovered after he took the healing potion, he is still panting heavily. I wanted to tell him to wait for a little and take a deep breath but I didn''t know how to say it in his language. I tried to make a gesture as I said: calm down, Homer Simpson ... calm down, or you will have a heart attack.


    He looked at me with his eyes wide open, showing his lack of understanding. But soon his look changed, returned as before, terrified and scared. Why does he look so terrified? Why do you look at the sea in fear, Homer? Is there something behind me?


    I looked back. To the sea and its crashing waves. Nothing .. there is nothing.


    But what I don''t see, doesn''t mean that there is nothing. Caution is a must in this world. This is the first rule to stay alive here. I wanted to inquire from the fat man if there was anything at sea that scared him.


    I pointed at him. Then to the sea. After that, I made a sign with both hands asking him if there is something that was scaring him coming from the sea.


    The fat man nodded his head several times. Suddenly his gaze changed, and his eyes brightened with a frightening glow. His gaze no longer looked like a person who was afraid of something, rather like someone who was about to commit an evil thing.


    Suddenly, a strange, semiautomatic pistol appeared in his hands. It looked similar to the pistols that pirates used in American films. Then he started filling the gunpowder inside the pistol with tension and quickly. And when he finished, he pointed the barrel of the pistol at me. Yes, this goddamn bastard pointed his pistol at me not to the unknown danger coming from the sea.


    BAM!


    The sound of a scary shot echoed through the entire beach.


    This bastard shot me. Fortunately, I was far away from him, and that this revolver is not as accurate as of the Earth''s handguns. More importantly, because my instincts told me to lay aside when he raised the nozzle towards me.


    I had a slight scratch on my arm, and despite the pain that suddenly engulfed me, I endured it, which is better than having a hole in my skull or stomach.


    When that fat bastard realized that he didn''t hit me. He started to try shooting me again. He took the powder pack and¡­


    Would I allow this bastard to shoot me twice? of course not.


    These antique guns take several seconds before they can feed them again, and these few seconds were all I needed so that I can run and reach him before shooting me.


    The first thing I did when I got to that bastard was that I kicked the pistol from his hand in grudge. Then I took a fist of sand and threw it on his face. The fat man shouted and started repeating vague words which I didn''t care to know its meaning. Either he shouts an apology or he curses me. Either way, I don''t give a damn. I kicked him for a second and a third time, then I took a new fist of sand, and this time I put it in his eyes directly.


    Now the fat bastard is unable to see me.


    I kicked him in his stomach again, then knocked him to the ground, punched him in his stomach twice, then I searched his body to find the small wooden box full of magic rings, After that, I took the ring which he wore on his right hand.


    I headed towards the handgun, which almost disappeared under the sand due to my severe beatings with the fatty, then I took it.


    Now what should I do?


    Here are the Facts, something is terrifying chasing this fatty scoundrel to the point that made him think about sacrificing me, and making me a scapegoat for him. Sacrifice the person who saved him. This means two things, either he is an immensely evil person or a very desperate person. Or maybe both together.


    But what I know well .. this person doesn''t deserve pity, nor rescue for a second time.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    I quickly searched the beach around me looking for a good spot so I can use it as a hideout, and to keep me out of sight, as there is no doubt that the fatty pursuers are about to appear at any given moment.


    Oh. This is a really good place. I ran towards a big rock near the trees at the end of the beach. I ran with full force while taking a look from time to time behind me. The fatty desperate cries were still reaching my ears. I saw him trying to remove the sand from his eyes with saltwater from the sea. I laughed as I thought, he must be regretting the moment he betrayed me.


    Finally, I got to the rock, and I hid behind it while lying on the floor. I kept watching the fatty, and the sea, with eyes full of caution.


    Suddenly the fat man took off his shoes, and grab something out of it. Of course, I couldn''t see that thing clearly because I was so far away from him, but after a few moments I found him lifting his hands towards his mouth as if he was drinking something, and then he got up on his feet as if he was fully recovered and healthy.


    This damned bastard. who is he? Why did he carry so many magic rings everywhere in his body? There is no doubt those rings are rare in this world and don''t grow on trees. I can deduct from the gun that I took from that this world civilization isn''t very advanced industrially, if we apply the standards of the earth to them, then this means that their industrial civilization is still in a very primitive stage ... perhaps similar to the seventeenth or eighteenth centuries.


    But what baffles me the most is the numbers of magic store rings in possession of that fatty.


    Maybe he stole it? Yes, this is the logical answer. But isn''t that unbelievable?


    Whatever. I am the owner now. And I smell rich.


    The fat man began to search the area around him as if he was trying to find me, but soon he gives up and decided to run like before.


    Unfortunately for him, before he could travel for over twenty meters, his pursuers finally emerged from the depths of the sea.


    The moment I saw the pursuers, I felt my legs given up despite I was lying flat on the earth. Which means what I saw Is something way more terrifying than the aliens'' movie.


    Oh, God. What are these things ?! I am afraid. What a nice world that damn ring teleported me to?


    There were a group of five sea monsters in the shape of the human body, there were suckers instead of arms¡­ like octopus arms, and there was something like a hard shell covering their backs. As for their heads, they were similar to sea oysters. It almost made me empty my stomach. They carry all kinds of weapons you see in any cheap pirate movie. Tiles, mice, swords, etc.


    The fat man retreated in fear several meters back, then took out another gun from the spae ring. then he Shoots at those sea monsters. But suddenly something amazing and terrifying happened. One of those monsters took a step forward, then pointed his hand toward the fat man, and suddenly a magic wall appeared to separate them, and of course the pistol bullet didn''t penetrate the magic wall.


    The Sea monsters began to surround him as if they were surrounding easy prey. I could hear their scary laughs from my place. I could also see the fat man as he seemed to surrender completely, losing the will to resist.


    I sighed as I look at him from my spot. Of course, I won''t sympathize with him. If he weren''t rotten in his core and tried to sacrifice me as a scapegoat, we''d both be safe now.


    When the circle began to constrict the fat man, he sat on the sandy ground in submission. Which is why the Sea monsters drop their caution.


    Suddenly out of nowhere, a cannon bomb appeared in fatty hands, ending with a burning fuse, and the flame almost reaching its end.


    For the first time, the faces of sea monsters were full of panic, and each one of them started running in a different direction, but time was never on their side.


    Booooooom!


    The bomb exploded into hundreds of shrapnel and fragments, and as it exploded, the fat man turned into a rag, or to be precise... He was no longer there.


    As for the sea monsters, there is one who died immediately, the second lost a large part of their chest and stomach, as for the third one he lost several limbs, and the fourth one lost his head .. in other words .. they are all dead or are on their way to meet the angel of death.


    finally. The danger has passed. Thanks again to that fatty bastard. If he hadn''t blown himself up with this suicidal act, I wouldn''t know if I would be safe from those sea monsters or not.


    And now there is an important thing that I must do .. Treating my minor injury ... but before that .. I need to vomit everything inside my stomach ... I am not used to seeing all this killing, death, and destruction.


    After I finished throwing up, I take a closer look at the battlefield to make sure these sea monsters are dead.


    One .. is dead. Two ... dead too ... three and four ... dead too.


    And the fifth ... Where is it? why can''t I see him?


    I looked over the beach more carefully than before as I felt uneasiness coming from nowhere. Where did that damned fifth go? Did he return to the sea? Yes, this is the appropriate logical scenario.


    Suddenly I heard the sound of a movement coming from behind me, and when I looked back, I found the fifth monster...


    I won''t die that easily, right?


    Damn!


    ****

 Chapter 5: A Legend cant die that easily

    Chapter 5: A Legend can''t die that easily


    The Sea monster was gasping for air, blood coming from several holes in his body, and he was looking at me with a deep hatred that made me feel a wave of chills sweep through my body. His hands and feet were shaking like a cup of jelly, yet he was firmly holding his sword. This bastard is about to meet Hades and can''t stand on his feet, yet he doesn''t allow his sword to fall to the ground, nor has he decided to contemplate the tape of his past life before death, l mean why didn''t he choose to look to the stars, and listening to the waves of the sea and have a quiet death.


    No, this bastard doesn''t think of that poetic death. Rather, he thinks that, it is better for him to kill a passerby who could accompany him on his journey to meet Hades. And guess who is that lucky bastard?


    Without a doubt, the lucky bastard who passed cross this sea monster is me.


    Fuck me.


    I tried to overcome my paralysis and decided to run as if the devil was chasing me. Because I really don''t see much difference now between demons and sea monsters.


    I ran over the cold sands of the beach as fast as possible. I could tell that if Usain Bolt decided to compete with me at the moment, he would lose all his Olympic medals before me.


    Now, All I could hear was the sound of the wind blowing through my ears from my fast running. This surprised me a little, so I looked behind me to see what was that bastard doing. He finally let his sword fall to the ground. I sighed in relieving, this bastard sea monster must have decided its better for him to think about his wife, his mother-in-law, who made his life living hell through his marriage years. Now, he must be regretting his decision to marry to this family.


    This would be great... Yes, yes, you bastard, You Should think about your mother-in-law, and to pour on her all your anger, forget everything about me from and wipe it completely from your memory. I will just disappear from your sight.


    Damn it, damn it, damn it!


    This crazy bastard, what is he doing? Why does he pointing his hand at me? Damn, this gesture looks familiar to me.


    Damn it, damn it, damn it.


    He is the sea monster who could use magic powers like in Hollywood movies.


    There are twenty meters separating me from him.


    Would ... would his spell or whatever he uses will strike me from that distance?


    Damn, don''t think now, Khaled, and let''s run as though all the demons of hell are chasing you.


    Suddenly I heard an ugly scream coming from the sea monster, his screaming tore the dark cloak which engulfs the entire beach apart, a screaming foretells me my own dooms.


    "$ %% ^ ##"


    Subconsciously, I fell to the ground, and at the same time I saw a huge black hand coming from nowhere, which fell over my back.


    If I were standing in my place like before, I would have split into two halves.


    But it didn''t end there, when the black hand began to fade, its nails stitched into my back.


    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH


    I screamed as I hadn''t screamed before, and for the first time in my entire life I wanted to cry out loud from the severity of the pain, it wasn''t the source of my because of my recent wounds, nor my skin that tore in half, but rather because of that deathly aura that penetrated to my entire body through those wounds.


    AAAA AAAA AAAA


    I would die like that, I teleported to another world, I didn''t become rich, I didn''t become an Overpowered MC, I didn''t have a harem comparable to the harem of the Sultan, nor the harem of One thousand and one nights.


    I laughed in sadness, and asked myself since when have I had great luck?


    I am like Uncle Donald Duck... My life is an endless series of unfortunate events.


    And now my life is about to end... By a sea monster, in a strange land.


    Here is the monster approaching me in slow and heavy steps.


    Of course, yes, take your time, bastard. Do your wounds kill you with every step you take? Yes, that''s good for me. It is good to know that you will die like me.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    Hmm


    By rethinking it, By any chance did the fat bastard kept several healing potions inside these magic rings?


    Perhaps, maybe if I could extract one of them...


    Haha haha.


    I laughed so hard, to the point I imagined the sea monster would think that I had lost my mind. Yes, that would be great if he thinks that and gave up on his caution.


    First I will search for a healing potion, so that I could treat my wounds, then I will find any weapon to kill that damned monster.


    I searched my pockets, oh this side is the cellphone, no, not this, the other pocket, yes. the wooden box.


    Slowly, I opened the box, then took out a ring, and put the wooden box back into my pocket again.


    I put the ring in my hand.


    and now what?


    How do I get the things inside it?


    Think Khaled. I thought.


    Oh, in the novels the heroes imagine the space inside the magic rings and then they see everything inside with their mind eye. isn''t it?


    So, let''s think ... Come on, Khaled.


    Open Sesame?!


    Nothing.


    Damn. Is the situation different from the stories and novels I was reading?


    The sound of the steps of the Sea monster is getting closer and closer.


    Damn you, fiction writers. You were wrong.


    I will die because of your lack of creative imagination.


    I took a deep breath and endured my pain. I wondered, what would Sherlock Holmes do if he was in my place?


    First question: Can I extract things from this magic ring?


    Answer: yes. The fat bastard managed to do that, and like you, he wasn''t a magician. Otherwise, he could defend himself by using magic spells in front of these sea monsters.


    Second: If the bastard could do it, then why can''t I do it?


    Answer: Of course you can do it. But you have to find the right mechanism to do that .. This means that you have to check the ring again to find the answer to the mystery.


    Yes that''s right.


    I smiled with pride. I am very smart.


    I took the ring off my finger, brought it close to my eyes, and began to check it carefully this time, turning it right and left. Finally, I found the answer... There is a small red seal on the outer edge, barely seen with the naked eye. I must run over the seal with my finger to activate its magic power.


    In triumph, I brought the ring back on and pressed the little red seal.


    Gulp


    I gulped, once, two, three, four ... maybe a hundred times.


    I gasped, but this time, not because of the pain, nor because of my wounds. But rather, because of what I saw inside the ring.


    There are tons of gold inside the inner space of the magic ring.


    In short: I am a millionaire .., millionaire ... millionaire...


    "Yes, you would be a millionaire, scoundrel, if you survived now, but first, you have to find the healing potions."


    The sound inside my head woke me up from my wonderful imaginations and brought me back to reality. I didn''t blame him and didn''t insult him, because he was absolutely right. I have to survive first so I can have all this wealth.


    I searched the space inside the ring looking for the red glass bottles and finally found them.


    They were only a hundred, but they were quite enough for me.


    Now how do I extract it from that space?


    I shouldn''t count on the ideas of web novels authors, because they didn''t tell us about those important fine details.


    Damn them ... I won''t read those cheap stories again.


    I tried to think hard about the red bottle.


    Get out and show in my hands.


    Come on outside, my dear red bottle.


    I call you sweet red bottle.


    Please, dear red bottle, come to the outside world.


    Nothing¡­ nothing.


    Damn!


    What now? What should I do?


    "Try to pronounce its name, you fool."


    Thus said the dreaded voice that inhabits my head. If I can return to Earth, I have to visit a psychiatrist as soon as possible so that I can tell him that I talk to myself inside my head so much to the point I created another voice t inside my head which response back to me.


    Yes... I will do that .. if I go back.


    "Don''t cry on me, you fool, and pronounce It."


    Okay. here we go.


    Healing Potion.


    Tada


    Finally, the expensive red bottle appeared in my hands. I opened the flask, and ...


    AAA AAAA AAA AAAA AAA


    I shouted like I hadn''t shouted before. I felt that something sharp was stabbing me in the back. There was a shadow stretching in front of me on the sandy ground .. I could know its owner well ... that it was the dreaded Fifth Sea Monster ... when did it arrive? Why didn''t I hear his footsteps?


    I tried as hard as possible to swallow the healing potion, tried to round the bottle''s mouth to my mouth ... but I couldn''t do that due to the intensity of the pain.


    "$ %% ^ ##"


    I heard a female voice echoed through the silent beach, and suddenly I saw a flash of lightning appeared suddenly and then suddenly disappeared, then I heard the sound of a heavy thing falling on the ground next to me.


    my vision was fading, and the darkness started to control my senses, but I suddenly felt a reassuring voice that embraced me completely, with a soft hand caressing my head, and then putting my head on something soft and comfortable. I loved this feeling.


    I tried to open my eyes, but I failed. I felt that someone was opening my mouth, and drank me a sweet liquid that I had never had before.


    "$ %%% $ * @ # ^ ##"


    I don''t understand those words, but I could understand that... I''m in good hands.


    I can let the darkness have me for now. Because I know that hand will pull me out soon.


    ****

 Chapter 6: An Interview with a Young Witch part 1

    Chapter 6: An Interview with a Young Witch part 1


    I woke up from my fainting due to the scent of wonderful food that leaked into my nose, almost conquering my whole body, as my saliva began to flow, and my stomach was about to growl, announcing its surrender under the momentum of this heavenly smell by drumming the growls drums. But fortunately for me, I was able to control my primitive instincts.


    Slowly I opened my eyes, and for a few seconds, I looked around quickly, without anyone noticing me, then I closed them again.


    I was lying on a comfortable sofa, inside a small wooden cottage which has a particular scent of intimacy and closeness feelings. It was similar to my dream cottage. A small yet spacious living room with a sofa, two cozy chairs, and a small table in the center, with a small stone fireplace in one corner.


    Also, there were two small rooms facing the living room, but I couldn''t see their contents since their doors were locked.


    As for the delicious food scent, it came from a small kitchen located on the right side of the living room. I could also feel the sea iodine, and hear the sound of soft waves coming from afar.


    There was a girl standing in the kitchen preparing food, of course, I couldn''t see her features since she was giving me her back, but all I can say about her: She is undoubtedly beautiful. I hope so. I mean, she had long, shiny black hair that reaches her waist, with average height, and her body looks like a piece of art shaped by Michelangelo. No, I won''t describe her butt because I am not this man. Yes, nice butt. But nope. I won''t muse it for a long time and describe how I like it.


    After all, it was this girl who saved me, and I shouldn''t have ridiculous thoughts about her.


    And now what?


    Before she realizes that I have woken up, I need to collect my thoughts and arrange my ideas well.


    Now, these are the facts that I know:


    I moved to another world ... There is no doubt about that.


    My teleportation was by no means smooth, that''s why I won''t be able to fit in with this world without drawing any attention to me.


    Hell.


    The first thing that happened after I came here was a short bloody battle that ended with a fucken bomb¡­ K-BOOM


    In the worst case, this explosion will attract the attention of the authorities.


    Why do I suppose the worst-case scenario first? Because I''m an unlucky bastard...


    At best, the authorities won''t know about the explosion yet, perhaps because of poor means of communication & transportation in this underdeveloped world.


    But the important thing is... I am not in the hands of the authorities yet, and I am in the care of that girl who saved me... Perhaps ... yes, she may not have reported me yet.


    I have to be careful. Rather, I have to be very careful. If I learned a lesson from reading all those cheap stories is that I shouldn''t be a hero. I have to stay low and out of the spotlight so I can find a way to make that tattoo send me back to my world again.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    Most importantly: I have to keep my identity secret ... I must hide the fact that I am from another world. And in order to do that I must find a logical reason to present to this girl and others to justify my ignorance of all the fundamentals things of this world. I am not an idiot like most cheap story heroes who questioning the friends of the main protagonist.


    Why?


    First of all ... because I''m not a James Bond like most of them.


    Second... And the most important reason: Because I didn''t reincarnate In a body belongs to some person who already exists in this world, I am not a spoiled son of a Count, or a descendant of a wealthy family, or anything close to those clich¨¦s plots, and this means that I don''t have a fatty friend who is stupid enough so that I can ask and interrogate him in a way that doesn''t rise his suspicious and questioning my identity so he can never deduct I am someone else playing the role of his deceased friend.


    Sigh!


    Well, there is no answer for me except for using some stories or cheap dramas clich¨¦s... Tada


    The answer is: I have amnesia! Yes ... this is the perfect solution.


    I smiled inwardly. It is good that I have a stock of cheap scenarios that don''t require a lot of thinking time.


    "% & * # $% #"


    I opened my eyes and found that I was drawn with an involuntary attraction force into two beautiful brown eyes.


    Damn...


    This girl is incredibly beautiful. Her face features were cut from far better mold than Cleopatra. I think Cleopatra will fell furious if she hears my claims. but I swear to God I am a fair referee here. And her honey-colored skin almost kidnapped my eyes and stole my breaths.


    I tried to change my sitting pose on the sofa, and then I said, "Wow ... you''re amazing beauty!"


    This is the first thing I said.


    Why? Sure I wasn''t trying to flirt with her. Okay, I was lying. I indeed tried to flirt with her, but of course, I did that since I know she can''t understand me. The same as I don''t understand her.


    Who knows? She might just say "Oh dear, are you fine, I was so worried about you¡­"


    Well, that''s only happening in cheap movies and web novels. Not real life.


    As soon as our brief and incomprehensible conversation ended, I heard the sound of the door of one of the rooms open, and another young woman appears, younger than the girl with the honey skin.


    The other girl was a little bit similar to the first girl, perhaps even more beautiful than her. she may not be older than eighteen, but being young isn''t always good, as her good fruits aren''t ripen yet.


    She said to me:


    "% & * # $% #"


    I answered her in my language:


    "I know you are trying to talk to me, but I honestly do not understand you, and surely you won''t understand me. So maybe it is better that we try to communicate in sign language, yes we may take two or three years to understand each other. But I don''t mind waiting."


    I tried to use my hand to signal that I don''t understand anything. But suddenly I had a sharp pain, so I groaned.


    "Damn, I haven''t fully recovered. Why didn''t I wake up after several weeks and had recovered just like most web novels... Oh, those fictional writers know nothing about reality ... I will never read those stories again," I muttered to myself.


    The big girl looked at me anxiously, while the little girl ignored my pain.


    Then the two exchanged a short dialogue with each other, which ended with the disappearance of the younger girl in the second room, which seemed to be a library. When the little girl came back to the living room, I found her carrying a huge book in her hand, a book made of fine leather, and had strong yellow papers.


    I thought: "Oh, they discovered the way to make papers. So just as I guessed this world in the beginnings of the industrial renaissance."


    There was a faint aura radiating from the edges of the book


    . Suddenly the little girl put the book on my lap, then extracted a big stick similar to Gandalf''s stick, taped the book with her magic wand, and then taped on my forehead.


    Immediately, the pages of the book began to fluctuate quickly, and a small golden thread emanated from the book, then headed to my forehead and penetrated through it.


    When the whole process was over, the words and ink inside the book disappeared until it became completely blank, and it went back to its previous shape but with no more aura radiating from it.


    The little girl looked at me for a long time with a skeptical look and said:


    "Now can you understand me?"


    ***

 Chapter 7: An Interview with A Young Witch Part 2

    Chapter 7: An Interview with A Young Witch Part 2


    The little girl looked at me for a long time with a skeptical look and said:


    "Now can you understand me?"


    What the hell....! What is this! How is it possible that I started to understand the language she speaks? This is great ... this is unbelievable! It''s like future cyberpunk novels when humans can download languages and skills to some electronic chips attached to the backside of their heads so they could master all these languages and skills in less than a minute. Yes, like Matrix, Neo ...the chosen one.


    Wow ... but what''s different here is that they use magic instead of cyberpunkish technology. Damn, this world is more amazing than what I had imagined.


    The little girl snaps her fingers and told me in an upset tone


    "Hey, you ... do you hear me?"


    I woke up from my inner thoughts, I replied,


    "Oh, I understand you now ... But how did you do this?"


    Yes, I have great plans. If I knew the secret of this magical technique, I would master all the human languages and all the combat sports. Perhaps I could become the number one champion in all the ground sports .. I would be a late-blooming miracle... A Genius across all ages. Or maybe I would be a great scientist! Or¡­


    No, No, Nope. I prefer sitting on the sofa, watching Netflix, and do nothing. Maybe I could master the Japanese language so I could watch anime directly with ease and without having to read the subtitles, Also mastering the Korean language so I could watch the romantic K-dramas when I feel like there is a black hole inside my chest due to an emotional vacancy or setback, and when my life becomes unbearable to the point that I can''t stand myself, I shall learn the Chinese language so I could waste a ton of my time reading piles of cheap web novels.


    The important thing is that I have to know the answer.


    The little girl shared a look with the older girl as if she meant "Didn''t I tell you, there is something wrong with him."


    At that moment, I realized that I had uttered the wrong question, and fucked up.


    but I didn''t worry.


    why?


    Cause right now, I am a man who pretending have Amnesia.


    The older girl said:


    "It is a skill book which enables you to learn our spoken language. You can get it from any store? By any chance, Is this your first time seeing or hearing about it?"


    I smiled hesitantly, and answered her,


    "I''d be a liar if I told you that I knew about it before this moment, this is my first time seeing those magical skill books."


    Fuck me. I murmured to myself.


    "Yes, damn you, Khaled. Why did you lose your composure in front of that girl, damn it ... You should pretend to have amnesia since the first sentence you spoke.. Is it difficult for you to say the cheap, clich¨¦s, opening sentence: "Excuse you? Where am I? Who am I?" But what do you do instead of that: Give me a way to make those magic books ... are you a fool? "


    "Yes, I''m a fool, and now can you just shut up a little bit or find a way to help me to avoid this catastrophe?"


    The voice inside my head didn''t answer me. Whatever!


    The little girl lost her temper, and she said to the other girl:


    "Didn''t I tell you, Menna, He is suspicious!"This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Then she turned to me and said vehemently:


    "Hey, you!! Who are you? How is it possible that you are not fluent in the official Linen language which is the common language in the Linan continent? Nor the official local language within the Kingdom of Suqa? What is your relationship with the bloody Shabiha pirate Alliance?


    I rebuked:


    "What? Pirates? What do you mean by that? I don''t know anything about what you''re talking about?"


    Damn.


    They had questioned me from the start, and the opportunity to claim amnesia was now gone with the wind.


    Well, fine. I mean, they are suspicious anyway, so if I claim having amnesia I would raise their doubts more than before.


    The little girl looked at Menna, and she said with clear annoyance:


    "Look. He denies it from the beginning, he''s a bad guy, we shouldn''t have saved him from the beginning."


    Menna smiled faintly as if she couldn''t control the little girl, then she said: "Hey, Sahar, let''s hear his story first."


    Then she directed her speech to me, saying:


    "If what you say is true, that you have nothing to do with the pirates, then why do you carry the magic space rings which belong to the leaders of the bloody Shabiha pirates Alliance? And why was this sea monster chasing you?"


    The little girl Sahar added in a clear warning tone:


    "It is better for you not to lie? otherwise I will force you to drink the truth serum?"


    I felt Chills walked through my entire body as I recalled the scenes from old films when the Nazis used the truth serum.


    Damn, I''m going to be dead like a turtle if I drank this kind of serum.


    I gulped hard and started to reconsider my available options.


    Lying?


    This is not the right answer. They''ll find out I am lying in one way or another and as a matter fact... I am not good at lying in front of pretty, and glamorous girls.


    Tell the truth?


    This is also not the right answer. I shouldn''t tell anyone the truth about me, that I come from another world, no matter who that person is.


    So what is the best answer to this dilemma?


    Hmm ... hmm... What to do? What to do?


    "Hey, did your cat eat your tongue?"


    Said little girl, Sahar, then added, directing her conversation to the other girl, Menna: "I bet you he''s a bad person, and now he''s trying to find a lie so that he could tell as his answer. We''d better hand him over to the nearest guard point."


    I tried to ignore that little annoying girl. Why she see me as a bad person!


    However, I couldn''t conceal my anger, so I shouted at her,


    "Hey, you! From the start, I want to tell you, I''m thankful that you saved me. But why do you insist on defining me as a bad person."


    The girl answered without hesitation: "Because your possession of these magic rings is irrefutable proof that you are an accomplice pirate with the bloody Shabiha pirates Alliance ... Or perhaps, Do you want to deny your knowledge of the content of these magic rings... If it were just holding a huge sum of Gold and other riches, I would say that you are a wealthy person. But I find some disgusting things inside of it, tons Of pirates ''weapons and their filthy deathly flags, which means one thing .. that you are a pirate like them. And that these treasures and wealth are the result of your robbery and looting over the past years."


    I sighed and then tried to rearrange my thoughts. That annoying little girl is right in her words; these magic rings are solid proof of my condemnation.


    So what is the solution to absolve me of this charge?


    Answer: To tell the truth, or to be precise, to tell the truth, that does not reveal my true identity ... In short, I must use the games of the lawyers and bending the truth for my own good.


    I asked her,


    "Hey, You ... Is the serum of truth has any harmful side-effects to health or causing death?"


    "What?"


    Asked the little girl.


    I repeated:


    "Is using the truth serum has any harmful side-effects to health and causing death? If it isn''t harmful or may lead to death, I would prefer to use it, because what I am about to tell you will be the whole truth without equivocation and without lies, but I guarantee that you won''t believe me permanently if I don''t use the truth serum. "


    The little girl Sahar hesitated, and said, in a strange and hesitant tone, "No, it''s not as dangerous as you say."


    "This is wonderful, let me drink the serum of truth until I tell you my story, and prove my innocence to both of you."


    The cheeks of the two girls reddened, then Menna told me: "We will believe you. You don''t have to drink the truth serum."


    I didn''t believe what she said. And wondered why they backed off when I said I would drink It, so I said:


    "What? But I am sure you won''t believe me. I insist on drinking the truth serum."


    Yes, I have to insist on that, so that I could annihilate the roots of their suspicions otherwise It could come back haunting me down, and causing my own death.


    The little girl Sahar murmured: "You idiot. We said we will believe you. Why do you insist on embarrassing us?"


    I said in an inquiry, "What?"


    Sahar said, "Nothing. I''m going to get the truth serum, but don''t come and regret it later."


    I gulped and said in fear: "It is not harmful. You told me that. Right?"


    She smiled evilly: "Of course it is not harmful, but you may get a stone there."


    "A stone, what stone?" I wondered.


    I looked at her older sister, Menna, and continued, "What does she mean by that?"


    Menna smiled with tension, her face became like tomato color, and she said, "Nothing. Don''t ask me. Don''t overthink it."


    I shook my shoulders indifference, and I said, "Okay."


    As long as I''m not going to die like miserable extra characters in movies that show Gestapo as they use the truth serum on spies, then it''s okay to have some minor side effects.


    ****

 Chapter 8: An Interview with A Young Witch Part 3

    Chapter 8: An Interview with A Young Witch Part 3


    When Sahar returns, I saw her carrying the small wooden box which contained the magic rings in her hands, the same box I got from the fat man.


    at that moment I realized that all my pockets are empty. This means I have been through a body search when I was unconscious.


    However, I didn''t feel angry? And Why I would be? After all, they suspect that I am a bad man, a pirate.


    I was lucky enough not to be woken up to find myself chained to a chain like the poor hostages on SAW movies franchise.


    After a few seconds, Sahar extracted a small glass bottle containing dark blue liquid and seemed hesitant about whether to give it to me or not. But in the end, she tightened up her hand, then reached out her hand which holding the bottle towards me, and said with a firm tone "This is the serum of the truth. Do not come to me regretting later."


    Her older sister, Menna, intervened, saying, "Excuse my little sister, she is just too excited. You can tell your story, without having to drink the serum of truth, and we will believe you."


    I shook my head, then took the bottle from the hand of the younger girl, and said with a smile: "Trust me, what I am about to tell you will be hard to believe ... It is a crazy story. I myself don''t believe what happened to me."


    Then I drank the potion amid their amazement, to the point that their mouths almost opened wide on the shape of the letter O.


    And I swore that the older sister Menna almost cried out, but she managed to get hold of herself.


    I gulped and wondered "Could I underestimate the side effects of the potion and it might be worse than I imagined,"


    Whatever. I already drank it completely. As it isn''t right to cry over spilled milk.


    When I didn''t feel any change, I asked the little Witch girl: "I don''t feel anything. Is it working now? Or should I wait a little longer."


    She answered me intermittently: "It works. Hurry, tell us everything you think could prove your innocence or were you lying to us?"


    Her face was completely red like a tomato. What happened to that little girl?


    I shook my shoulders indifference. And I started collecting my thoughts again, rearranging the scenario and the best answer that I came up with, and then I started narrating my story or, to be precise, narrating the twisted facts.


    "You may not know that place, but I was born in a place very far from here called Egypt. This place is characterized by the presence of ruins and ancient tombs. Some used to say that they belonged to magicians, while others said that they belonged to a non-human race. For me all this talk was pure Rumors, I was born and raised in the confines of my family in our small city without seeing any magicians all my life. All I heard about them are just myths and because we are a city that knows little about this¡­ I mean your.. cough ...vast world. Only yesterday, was my first time in my entire life seeing and meeting the magicians of the stories by meeting both of you, of course beside the nasty sea monster who practiced something similar to magic.


    Anyways, our family inherited an old ring from one of our ancestors, which he found it inside one of those ruins and ancient tombs. And yesterday night - and unfortunately for me - I put my hand on that ring, then an unbelievable and a strange thing happened to me... The ring sent me to this beach ... something like teleportation.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    I swear to God this is the truth.


    As for how I got these magic rings, it is very simple ... After a period of my arrival at the beach, I found a fat man falling into the water, and he was about to drown, so I decided to help and save him. But what I didn''t know was that he was a bad person. After I saved him, He tried to scapegoat me. I don''t know the details exactly, but I was certain that some people were chasing him, and that he decided to sacrifice me to save himself, but fortunately for me I was quick-witted, so I knocked him to the ground, then I snatched those magic rings from him, and after that, I ran away to hide before his pursuers come into the scene.


    I think both of you know the rest of the story, he sacrificed himself in a suicide attack to kill his pursuers, but one of them survived, who almost killed me ... and If it hadn''t t for your intervention and saving me ... I think the answer would be crystal clear ... I would have been dead now. This is my story in a nutshell. "


    The two sisters exchanged a look between themselves, then the older sister Menna said: "Your story is really strange, and if you weren''t narrating it under the influence of the serum of the truth, we might have had a hard time to believe it."


    I smiled and nodded, "Didn''t I tell you this before ?!"


    As the little annoying girl interfered, but with a less intense tone this time: "You''re lucky. If not for my sister''s insistence to save you, You would be dead by now. Uh, by the way, I''m the only witch here. My sister is not a witch. So you should thank me more than her."


    that girl. she is a weirdo.


    I said sincerely: "I am truly grateful to both of you. Maybe I cannot give back your favors. But I can share those magic rings with you. Were it not for you I would not have thought I would have the opportunity to enjoy the treasures inside them."


    The little girl Sahar snuffed into denunciation, and she said with pride: "And who wants to get that filthy money ... no, not me? Plus I am a witch, I can get money anytime I want ... and my sister is richer than you can imagine. This magic rings and its riches aren''t something we sisters could fancy. "


    I sighed and nodded, "Okay, I''ll be indebted to you for the rest of my life."


    "There is no need for that. We have not done anything worth mentioning," said that beautiful and wonderful Menna with a warm tone.


    Oh ... that girl is a thousand times gentle than the night Owls I knew in my previous life.


    Suddenly...


    Darn it. What is happening to me? Why do I feel so hot down below? Why does this happening now?


    I .. I am not that lowlife sick bastard who would fantasize the girl straight open .. after all, I am a gentleman.


    Mena sensed that there was something wrong with me, so she asked me with an honest concern: "What is wrong with you?"


    Ugh! That little nasty girl, so that''s what she meant by getting a stone."


    I answered without hesitation: "I think I got the stone that your sister talked about. Please show me the way to the bathroom?"


    The girls'' cheeks reddened, Menna said quickly: "To the left, next to the kitchen."


    "Great."


    I tried to get off the sofa, but I failed.


    F**k. I am in a damned position that no one on earth could envy me. such a humiliation.


    I said again, "Ahem, can you both help me reach the bathroom. I don''t think I can get there on my own."


    As if a touch of electricity hit the two girls, their body trembled, and I swear that I could use their forehead as a bread toaster right now.


    I wanted to laugh, but I got hold of myself. Why?


    Because I will definitely be killed If I do so, also there are things more important than laughing.


    With great difficulty, the two girls moved, then carried me to the bathroom. I could hear the little girl murmuring angrily: "O big fool ... O big fool."


    As for her older sister, she bites her lips tightly, as I felt her body getting hotter and hotter with every passing second. To be honest, I felt sorry for her, it must be her first time to be that close to a person of the opposite sex.


    I wanted to apologize to her. but at the end of the day, this is the result of her younger sister''s doings.


    After they closed the bathroom behind me, I deliberately opened the door again for a moment, before calling on the little witch: "Hey ... Sahar, the rock is bigger than I imagined, I don''t think I can remove it on my own. Can you come and give me a hand to help me remove it a little bit?"


    She shouted in anger: " uncle ... you are a bad person as I expected."


    Damn .. since when did I become an uncle?!!


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 Chapter 9: An Interview With A Young Witch Part 4

    Chapter 9: An Interview With A Young Witch Part 4


    If you ask me what is the worst moment throughout my entire life? Perhaps my answer would be like the following: When the third girl I loved put me on the friend-zoned list, and then came back to me two months later, then telling me she fell in love with someone else, and they started living together, and Her partner is incredibly cool in bed.


    Well.


    Now I will change my answer: The worst moment throughout my entire life: IS RIGHT NOW... ON THIS DAMNED MOMENT.


    Now, I - barely - can stand inside a bathroom filled with the scent of a lovely feminine scent, separated from two gorgeous girls, by a thin woody wall. And I am required to do something unforgivable in that place to get rid of the side effects of the truth serum.


    Do you think this is the worst thing?


    No, of course not. I can barely walk. So How on earth - or whatever this place is called- .. I mean from where I can have the stamina and power to do this heinous activity?


    I have no desire, nor an ounce of row power, to commit this shameless act. Furthermore, there are two girls out know exactly what I am about to do.


    Damn. I''m jinx!


    I try to start committing the unforgivable act.


    I moaned out loud.


    Not from excitement, but from my injuries.


    Dammit. What do they think about me outside!


    The rest of the details...Omitted.


    After all, I want to save my face.


    But the desire to save face does not mean that I can do so.


    Why?


    How will I get out of this dreaded bathroom?


    I tried to catch my breath. The scent of the bathroom was completely different from the moment I came.


    My smell has also changed. I sweat a lot. And I really need to take a shower. But not now. Yes, yes, I will repeat the same reason: I can barely stand on my feet.


    Of course, to ask the two girls outside to come to help me in this means one thing:" Breaking news: an unknown person was found dead in the wild. The Police officers¡­.."


    I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, then opened the door, I peeked my head out, and I give a slight cough, "Excuse me, excuse me. I''m done here. Can you come to help me get back on the sofa?"


    The little girl Sahar shouted: "Hey, you bastard. You don''t intentionally do that to us?!"


    I answered honestly: "Of course not. I can drink a new dose of truth serum, and you will believe me by then."If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "You ... you ..." but she could not complete her phrases.


    Then, Menna started to move and got close to me, then without saying any words she started helping me to walk, and because I was a little heavy for her, she started to have some trouble while getting me back to the sofa, which urged the little girl to help too.


    The little girl stared at me like she was trying to intimidate me, and when my left arm wrapped around her shoulder, she said in protest, "Hey, you smell bad, why you didn''t bathe?"


    "I can barely walk. How will I be able to take a shower? Perhaps ... perhaps ..."


    But I quickly cut the thread of my thoughts "Maybe you help me in the bathroom" .. Sorry, I am not crazy enough to spit those words out... I do not want to die during my golden youth.


    She said skeptically: "Maybe what?"


    I quickly said, "Nothing."


    Because I was trying to deny the charge, I moved my right hand, and involuntarily it moved by several centimeters, to hit something globe-shaped and incredibly soft.


    Damn, did I just touch what I think I touched?


    Suddenly, I felt urgent heat, up to 1000 degrees Celsius, emitting from Menna''s body. Immediately, both of us froze in our steps, unlike Sahar who continued to walk further in front of us. This made things worse as my body weight shifted completely over Menna so suddenly,


    Involuntarily, I gripped her firmly so as not to fall to the ground. This made her moan in a soft and low tone to the point I barely heard it.


    Damn. Damn. Damn. I''m Doomed!


    Sahar shouted at Me.: "Hey, you, why did you suddenly stop moving?  Hey.. take your hand away from my sister ¡­ Oi, You Bastard, did you intend to do that from the start?"


    I waked me up from my troubled thoughts.


    Dammit.


    I thought, are you blind, you are the one who did that. Do you want to kill me?


    I answered her with a firm denial: "No. No. Who do you think I am ... I am an honest man!"


    Menna interfered, saying, "It was I who stopped. He was ... He was heavy!"


    F**k. I''m not that heavy. But after rethinking it ... this is the best lie to get out of that mess. Thank God she is not angry with me.


    But damn it ... this girl is more sensitive than I had ever imagined. She is inconceivable that she is still... No, no, no, how can a girl with such beauty still... Ahem, So pure? Are men blinds? "


    After a strenuous effort, and with a great mental will, I managed to return to the sofa without getting a new stone.


    When they put me on the sofa, Sahar commented with disgust: "I need to take a shower to get rid of your bad smell, but first ... we must get rid of your bad smell or it  would be stuck inside the cottage for God knows!."


    Then she shook her magic wand, and muttered: "Ovando".


    Immediately, I felt a cool, refreshing feeling that completely wrapped me, as if I had been cleaned from all the dirt, sweat, and salt stuck on my body since last night.


    that''s cool! It is a self-cleaning spell.


    Then the girl performed the spell on herself.


    Menna added, " me too."


    Sahar repeated the same spell for the third time.


    And after she finished, A heavy of awkward silence filled the little cottage.


    What now? This is awkward as a lonely turtle tried to act as a rabbit on the stage.


    Menna broke the silence,: "You must be hungry now."


    After I think about it. It''s the truth; I haven''t eaten for two days. My belly is empty, like the belly of a miserable camel who decided to wander in a desert with no single grass for several weeks.


    I nodded. "I''m really starving."


    Menna smiled softly, "I hope you would like the food."


    Her little sister looked at her in a clear denunciation, and said, "How dare he not like your food. He is lucky to have the opportunity to eat your food."


    Then She pulled out my cellphone from her clothes, waved it in front of me, and said: "Hey ... you? What is this magic gadget? I''ve never seen anything like that before in my entire life."


    I froze in my place for a few seconds while staring at the iPhone in her hands, I swallowed my salvia and tried to think a little bit, and then I said, "Ahem ... Have you ever heard of the Legendary Mage Steve Jobs before?"