After the absurd record ended, Alam surveyed the room, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. The new delegation looked like a bunch of deer caught in headlights, jaws dropped and eyes wide. Some exchanged glances, while others stared at the floor, shame written all over their faces.
“What is this? I’ve seen kindergarten kids debate with more maturity than this
crap” alam think to himself
then A monk warrior approached Pramansha, urgency in his voice. “Great teacher, their reinforcements are arriving faster than we anticipated. We can either stay until the end or take the tunnel to escape.”
Pramansha considered the options swiftly. If he escaped, his message would never be heard, but staying felt suicidal. He took a deep breath, resolve hardening within him. “No matter what happens, I am not going anywhere. My message must be heard, no matter the cost.”
The monk bowed deeply and left the hall, leaving Alam to shake his head with a smirk. “Oh, you suicidal monk.”
Outside, the security forces finally gained some breathing room as reinforcements arrived. The Emerald League mercenaries and security team were pushing back the elite monk forces, driving them toward the academy’s exit.
Alam cleared his throat, glancing at Pramansha. “So, are you going to kill us? The world leaders and their representatives?”
Pramansha’s expression turned grim. “They are the cause of all our problems. With them gone, there will be no one left to fight, and the world can finally find peace. If I am to achieve unity, their deaths are a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“Fool,” Alam scoffed. “Without leaders, the world will plunge into chaos. A civil war would erupt, and civil wars are worse than any foreign invasion!”
Pramansha fixed his cold gaze on Alam. “You’re right. Without leaders, wars will break out, and more chaos will follow. But that chaos is temporary. It will bring us together. It’s an inevitable sacrifice—necessary for true unity and world peace.”
Alam laughed, incredulous. “Are you mad? Did the Himalayas freeze your brain?”
Pramansha remained silent, his focus unwavering.
“Alright, anyway…” Alam glanced at his watch. “You’ve got less than six hours left, maybe more. Why not have one last feast together before you decide to kill everyone?”
“A feast? You want to eat before I kill you all?” Pramansha raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Alam shrugged. Just then, Jozen, the leader of the Nation of the Sea, chimed in. “I want sushi for my last dinner!”
Pramansha stared at Jozen for a moment before turning back to Alam, his expression unchanged. “Yes, a feast does make sense. We should eat and drink together before we all die.” He gestured for Alam and Jozen to join him at the table, even as the sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed from outside.
“Why aren’t the other representatives joining us?” Alam asked as they took their seats.
Pramansha shrugged, glancing around the room. “They have their own agendas. They fear us three sharing a meal together. They’re afraid of a united world, of peace and unity. And, of course, they’re afraid of dying, which I can’t blame them for.”
“Do we really have to eat in this mood of death?” Jozen asked, glancing at the chaos outside.
Pramansha took a sip of wine, maintaining his grim expression. “Death is a part of life. Nothing is forever; everything must pass. We should be grateful for this last meal together—a toast before we meet our end.”
“Hey, what kind of monk are you, drinking wine?” Alam chuckled.
Pramansha shrugged, finishing his glass. “I may be a monk, but I’m still human. I enjoy the finer things in life, including drinks. If this is my demise, I intend to savor it.”
Jozen added, “This wine is the finest in the world, from the oldest vineyard. It was founded by monks like me who dedicated their lives to understanding wine.”
Pramansha looked at the vintage wine in fascination. “You’re right, this wine is exquisite. Its aroma is delicate, and the taste is rich. It’s like tasting a piece of timeless beauty.”
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“It’s called ‘Aria di Notte,’ meaning ‘Music of the Night,’” Jozen explained. “It’s named after the sound of crickets on a summer’s evening, creating a calming atmosphere. This wine is a masterpiece, a triumph of nature and nurture.”
Pramansha smiled at Jozen. “And the color of this wine is beautiful. The shade of purple reminds me of the twilight sky. To think it’s made from natural elements yet creates such sophistication—it’s the essence of perfection, a reflection of the beauty and harmony of the natural world.”
As the gunfire and explosions continued outside, pramansha then notice the unweavering of the world delegation. he then gesture to his soldier.
soldiers escorted Zion into the room. The monk warriors remained focused, guarding the hostages. then Pramansha, undisturbed, continued to enjoy the atmosphere, sipping his wine while Alam and Jozen nibbled on freshly prepared sushi.
“I see you’re Zion’s dog,” Alam remarked, a hint of accusation in his tone. “I should’ve known it from the start. Too late now, heh.”
“Yes, I am a Zion dog,” Pramansha replied calmly, his gaze steady. “Not in the way the purple elite might think. I am loyal to the truth, to the right things that Zion fights for.”
“You’ll die soon. I’d say hell, but do you even believe in it?” Alam smirked.
Pramansha put down his glass, a small smile playing on his lips. “I believe in all religions and myths—they reflect the diversity of humanity. A place like hell doesn’t scare me. I am at peace because I know I’m doing the right thing. My sacrifice will bring a better future, and that thought alone is enough for me.”
“Do you believe in Gott?” Alam asked, probing further.
Pramansha paused, contemplating. “I believe in the possibility of a god like Gott. All myths and religions seek to reveal the truth of the universe, and one can never rule out a god’s existence.”
Alam leaned back, a wry smile on his face. “Well, this plate exists because someone made it. This earth exists because someone made it. This whole drama exists because someone made it too.”
Pramansha nodded, contemplating Alam's words. “The universe is indeed a masterpiece, created by a higher existence. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a god like Gott. There are many possibilities. While we can’t know the exact nature of this higher existence, we can have belief and faith, and that, in itself, is enough.”
“Oh, but my reference to Gott is as the source of all,” Alam shot back, leaning in with interest.
Pramansha paused, considering. “Yes, this Gott you speak of may indeed be the origin of the universe. It’s a possibility we cannot rule out.”
“Exactly! It makes more sense to believe in Gott than in the Big Bang theory,” Alam argued. “The idea that the universe popped into existence from nothing is hard to wrap your head around.”
Pramansha agreed, nodding. “The Big Bang theory is a tough concept. It seems illogical to think the universe could emerge from nothing. But the Gott theory raises its own questions. If Gott created the universe, what created Gott? If he was created, then who created him? It’s a fascinating loop of creation that challenges our understanding.”
“Gott is the creator of concepts, reality, and even time!” Alam exclaimed. “He’s beyond your questions—a game master, really. Like characters in a game or a novel, are they aware of the developer or writer?”
Pramansha considered this, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Yes, Gott may indeed be beyond our understanding. He is the mastermind who created our reality, just as an author creates a story. We are limited in our comprehension, but in Gott’s eyes, we’re like characters in a game, and he wrote our narrative.”
Alam’s tone turned serious. “What is death to you? After all, we might be dead in a few hours because of your actions. Do you expect it to be like a blank black void?”
Pramansha reflected on the question, his brow furrowing. “I’ve never given much thought to what happens after death. I believe we simply cease to exist, like falling asleep without dreams—no consciousness, no awareness, just a blank state of nothingness.”
“Now I understand your recklessness,” Alam replied, shaking his head. “You and your fanatic followers think there are no consequences for your actions.”
Pramansha nodded, acknowledging Alam's point. “Yes, my recklessness stems from believing I don’t have to fear death. I see the afterlife as complete numbness. That’s why I’m willing to risk everything to achieve my dream. If it’s my time to die, I will accept it.”
Outside the academy, a masked palace guard stepped forward. “I’ll take the lead on the hostage rescue. We’ll attack through the hidden passage beneath the academy while the rest keep them busy.” He gave a signal to start the operation.
Hazel rallied the squad. “Alright, everyone, follow him! Let’s go!” They moved toward the hidden passage, which led directly to the academy’s basement—the stronghold of the elite monk forces.
As they advanced, the palace guard breached the room first, using a grenade to create a diversion. They stormed in, catching the monk warriors off guard. Despite their skill, the monk warriors were quickly overwhelmed by the palace guards’ superior numbers and firepower.
“Room clear! Move to the next area!” one guard shouted, adrenaline coursing through him. “We’ll split the team. One group moves forward, while a small team secures the power generator. We need to disable it before we rescue the hostages.”
Patrick joined the team securing the generator, while Nara teamed up with the palace guard to secure the hostages. They moved swiftly through the shadows, the sound of conflict echoing in the background.
In the darkness, the rescue team engaged the elite monk forces. Shots rang out, and the palace guards, outfitted with superior armor, pushed forward, clearing a path for their comrades.
“We need to take care of those rooftop shooters!” a palace guard called out. “You two, go upstairs and handle them.” Nara raised her hand, eager to join. “You can go with them,” the guard said. “Let’s deal with those snipers quickly!”
As they reached the rooftop, Nara dodged a monk’s attack, rolling back and delivering a kick that sent him stumbling. With a swift motion, she drew a chakram from her hip and beheaded him in one clean slice. She quickly picked up his two chakrams, ready for whatever came next.
The academy taught her that true strength lies in standing up for what is right, even when the odds are against you
As they approached the conference room, tension crackled in the air. The palace guard raised a hand, halting Alam and his team. “You guys stay here. This requires precision. We don’t want to hit the hostages.” He was determined to take charge of the rescue operation, and the others had to stand down.
Nara instinctively reached for the guard leader’s shoulder, wanting to voice her concerns, but Hazel placed a hand over hers, shaking his head slowly. Nara nodded, understanding that the palace guard had to handle this.
The palace guard moved into position, ready to breach the conference room door. Meanwhile, Alam glanced around, feeling the weight of the chaos outside.
“But there’s a plot hole,” he said, breaking the silence. “If you believe in numbness after death, why do you still care about this world?”
Pramansha paused, considering Alam’s question. “That’s a valid point. If I believe the afterlife is nothingness, why do I care about my actions? I care because what I do affects future generations. Even if I can’t witness my impact, I have faith that my actions will help create a better world for those who come after me.”
“Interesting,” Alam replied, taking a sip of coffee. “Too bad you’re a bit of a dramatic old man.”
Pramansha chuckled lightly. “I may be dramatic, but I’m human. I care about this world, even if it means sacrificing myself to achieve it. Your coffee seems to be quite relaxing; you’ve remained so calm during this conversation.”
Alam shrugged. “Nah, I’m ready to die anytime. I’m a field soldier; embracing death is part of everyday life.”
“I understand,” Pramansha replied, sighing. “You have the spirit of a fighter. Facing death daily is no easy feat. I’m a monk warrior, but I can’t match your brutality and tenacity. I respect your determination.”