This chapter delayed, apologies I extend, As the author, I offer a gift to comprehend. The Ratio 75;25, keep it in mind, A new organization emerges, what will we find?

A conflict looms, will it stand strong, The mysteries of the chronotex, where do they belong? Two kings existed, their identities concealed, Continue reading, the truth will be revealed.

The TRUTH...

"Oh no, what do I do, what do I do?" Jack repeated anxiously, his mind racing for a solution.

Then, a sudden idea struck him like a lightning bolt. Turning around, he faced the group and urgently pleaded, "Ramon, Kamil, Kasib, and General Setka, please come inside the tent. I need to show you something."

Baffled by Jack's insistence, Kasib voiced his confusion. "Just tell us here, what do you want to show us?"

Determined to convey the gravity of the situation, Jack persisted, his voice filled with urgency. "Just come inside, please. It's important."

Kamil, sensing the seriousness in Jack's demeanour, nodded in agreement. "Okay," he acquiesced, leading the group as they entered the tent, carefully drawing the curtain closed behind them, enveloping the space in an air of secrecy.

As they stepped into the lab, their eyes darted around, taking in the myriad of items contained within the rows of jars—feathers, sand, and an assortment of objects that stretched the boundaries of imagination.

Eager to understand the purpose of their gathering, Ramon broke the silence, his curiosity getting the better of him. "So, what's the thing you wanted to tell us?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on Jack.

"General Setka, the technology I used to create this is not from this time, and I think it's time that you tell Kasib and Kamil the truth about me," Jack persisted, his voice resolute.

Setka, contemplating the weight of the decision, offered a cautious suggestion. "Are you sure, Jack? It's up to you, but we cannot tell everyone."

Instinctively, Kamil and Kasib felt that something significant was being withheld from them. Their expressions shifted from confusion to a growing sense of unease as they echoed in unison, "What truth?"

Confident in his decision, Jack asserted his trust in his comrades and his vision of their future collaboration. "I think I trust them, and I have a feeling that I will be working with them in the near future, so it's better for them to know. And I promise not to tell anyone else."

Acknowledging Jack's conviction, Setka consented, his voice tinged with both caution and trust. "Okay, as you wish, Jack."

Eager to grasp the truth that had eluded them, Kamil and Kasib urged Jack to reveal the enigma that shrouded his identity. "Tell us," Kamil demanded, his eyes fixed on Jack, searching for answers.

Taking a deep breath, Jack began to unravel his extraordinary origin. "Well, Kamil and Kasib, the truth is that I am not from this time," he began, his voice steady yet filled with an undeniable weight.

Confusion etched across their faces, Kamil and Kasib responded in unison, their voices betraying their astonishment. "What? What do you mean?"

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Jack continued to say "I am from about 1400 years in the future. I do not belong here. I was brought here by the power of the Chronotex. I was lucky enough to meet Marcus and Commander Menes and ended up in the army. Apparently, I do have a Chronotex power, but I do not possess it physically like you guys do. It's different."

The weight of the revelation settled upon Kamil and Kasib, their minds grappling to comprehend the implications of Jack's otherworldly origins. Kamil, deep in thought, placed his hand on his chin and murmured, "Hmm, that explains a lot of the odd things you said and did."

Kasib, however, unable to contain his anger, seized Jack by the collar, his voice laced with frustration. "So, I was beaten by a man from the future?" His grip tightened momentarily before he released Jack and continued, his words laced with a mix of resentment and realization, "I knew something was odd about you, your attire..." He was interrupted by Kamil, who interjected, acknowledging the conspicuous differences in Jack's appearance. "Yes, your attire is different, to say the least."

"I am interested in hearing more about your real place of origin and the future," Kamil inquired, his curiosity piqued by the revelation.

Jack, feeling a sense of relief that he could now be honest with his comrades, nodded in agreement. "Yes, but later. For now, it will be easier for me to explain the technology I used, and I don't have to lie to you."

Accepting his proposal, the group echoed in unison, "Okay, go ahead."

Drawing their attention, Jack began his explanation. "So, if you look at your fingers very closely, you will see lines," he instructed, prompting them to examine their own fingertips with focused intent.

The group complied, peering closely at their fingers, squinting to discern the subtle lines Jack spoke of. Ramon, his confusion evident, voiced his observation, saying, "Yeah, now that you mention it, I do see them."

With a nod of affirmation, Jack continued to enlighten them. "The truth is that everyone has different lines. These lines are called fingerprints, and in the future, we use them to identify criminals and keep records of people. These fingerprints also help confirm someone's identity, as they are not something that can be easily changed or replicated."

Kamil absorbed the information, his mind connecting the dots. "I see," he added, realization dawning upon him. "You used these fingerprints to get the fingerprint of the person who had the poison bottle, didn't you, Jack?"

Jack nodded, his expression confirming Kamil's deduction. "Yes."

Kasib interjected, his voice reflecting surprise. "Hmm, that is news to me."

Setka, ever the voice of reason, posed a question that had been lingering in his mind. "But why don't you want to tell everyone this?"

Jack took a moment to collect his thoughts, considering the potential ramifications of revealing such advanced knowledge to their current time period. "The truth is, General Setka, the concept of fingerprints and their significance is far beyond what is known in this era. Revealing this knowledge could potentially disrupt the course of history and alter the natural progression of scientific advancements. It is a delicate balance between preserving the integrity of the past and seeking justice in the present."

Ramon, eager for the next course of action, inquired, "So what's next?"

Kasib, fuelled by his suspicions and a keen sense of Justice, suggested a straightforward approach. "We have Iliaz. We can punish him, can't we?"

Kamil interjected, his sense of caution prevailing. "We could, but we still don't have definitive proof that it's him."

Ramon, ever the source of unexpected ideas, proposed an unconventional plan. "Well, what if we just take his fingerprints without telling everyone this would mean no one will see the technology and question it?"

The group stood in stunned silence, their jaws dropping in disbelief. A few moments passed before Ramon, realizing the implications of his suggestion, hurriedly retracted his statement. "Uh, I think I said something wrong. I am going to take that back."

To their surprise, Kamil reassured Ramon, patting him on the back. "No, no! You are right, Ramon. We were just shocked to hear that you could come up with an idea in a situation like this," he said, a smile gracing his face. "When you need to be obvious, you need to talk to Ramon."

Jack, joining in the light-hearted moment, chimed in with a smile. "You're right, Ramon. We can just call in Iliaz. I don't know why we couldn't come up with that simple idea. Well, that's your specialty."

Eager to set their plan in motion, Kasib offered to retrieve Iliaz. "Okay, I will go and get Iliaz," he declared, beginning to make his way towards the exit.

Before Kasib could leave, Jack interjected with a specific request. "Wait, we need him blindfolded."

Curious, Kasib inquired, "Why?"

Jack, keeping his intentions guarded, firmly affirmed, "I can't let him see what I am doing, okay?"

Complying with Jack's request, Kasib nodded. "Okay."

However, Kamil interjected, recognizing the need for careful planning. "Wait," he instructed Kasib. "We can't call him in just yet. The soldiers saw the item on which you had the fingerprints, so we need an alibi for that. We also need a plausible reason to punish Iliaz, as the soldiers doubting him isn't sufficient evidence yet."

Taking charge of the situation, Setka stepped forward. "You're right. However, do not worry. I have the right idea. We will simply say that Jack and Ramon saw Iliaz with the bottle of poison. That should provide us with a temporary solution here, and I will manage the rest when we return to the Palace."

Relieved by the plan taking shape, Jack provided further instructions. "Okay, then we are all set. All we need now is to bring Iliaz here, but do not blindfold him in front of the soldiers. Find a hidden area to do it."

Assured of his role, Kasib affirmed, "I will," and swiftly made his way outside, ensuring the thick curtain closed securely behind him.