“So how did she escape the building” asks my young prodigy.

I answer, “Magic”.

Now that I’m 3 weeks into my last year, I feel neither fear nor bliss but the feeling of hesitation. With the most demanding and the deadliest mission put onto my back, it’s weird to be this relaxed and telling a story to my prodigy. But, as I’ll die in 11 months, I don’t want the due date to be sooner. And, Luishiro isn’t going anywhere anytime soon so why would I rush?

“Well, off you go, mate. I’ll be here if you need any help. And remember, as long as you know who you are, you’ll be just fine,” I say before his leave.

As I don’t have any wish to continue my lineage through the next generation, I don’t have to have a child. But still, I want someone to at least go cry to in times of desperation. The 4th item in the White List: Get a wife.

One day, I receive an order from the council, “Do what you have to do”. The meaning of this is quite simple, I’m now directly under the Corp.’s protection – that if I die without my consent, I’ll be avenged. Another meaning of this might be I have to go for more dangerous missions in order to die peacefully. As the council sends another order with Cici to drag me along, she and I go to the Red Sea Area of Zone 5, previously known as the Arabian Peninsula.

Objective: Aid in the uprising of the religious groups and purge the “Condensation” of Eugenicists.

As the rapid maximization and perfectionism spread through the world, the aired Arabian desert has been turned into a futuristic utopia with half a billion living there. As a result of enslaving the sun, energy has become almost free while the technology advanced far enough to convert sand into building material, known as wet sandstone, so even in a desert an artificial oasis can be build. But, while these oases could get built everywhere, the initial requirements can’t so once the groundwork has been done as the first one gets built, the next generation would branch out from the root. And soon enough, the roots reach its limit as the oasis’ walls get built. The walls mark the end of one “Condensation” – the humane version of a concentration camp.

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The largest Condensation, the Walled Crescent, mostly consists of Arabs. As such, it has 50% of the world’s Islamic believers. As they have been subjugated under a seemingly Atheist overlords, they were considered as “Delusional Exceptions”. Cici’s mission was infiltrating the communication unit and disconnecting the Condensation from the rest of the world while mine was rallying and leading the rebellion against the perfectionists. The problem was that I didn’t have the charisma to lead a lot of people. But I had a plan in mind that’s quite unorthodox.

While I prepare for my plan, Cici went on a stealth mission to isolate the Walled Crescent from the rest of the world. Her route was simple: go through the back, slit the throats of anyone who was unfortunate enough to see her and plant a C4 in the server room.

My plan of action was impersonating the ones that ruled the Condensation and killing a few people as I retreat into safety. Luckily, I came across a high-ranking officer on the way up top. All I had to do was wear his clothes, wear a mask, rack the slide and pull the trigger on some people.

The moment came and I made the necessary evil of killing a few to save millions. But a little girl came up to me and said, “Mr. Son, I know you have a hard job of taking care of all of us but please take a break. We all appreciate what you did to us – to this place, but if you keep this up, you’ll be out quite soon. At least, eat this and refuel yourself” and gave me a box full of pastry, right before I pulled the trigger. At that moment, a voice spoke from my back saying, “Kill with absolute certainty”, and I pulled the trigger, emptied the magazine and reloaded.