False Villain : Anunnaki System vs Demon Contract

Warm morning sunshine greeted the day after an overnight rainstorm. The ground was still a little muddy, but at least the atmosphere wasn't too humid.

The sound of wet leaves being stepped on made the wild cats scamper away. The steps came from two people wearing black hoods that covered their heads.

The two people were none other than Randa and Ardi who walked through the tree line.

After walking for a while, the two people arrived at a paved road.

"Do you really want to leave them?" asked Ardi, looking up at the bright blue sky.

"I'm sick of living in that village anyway. Uncle Herman is dead, Reizel and Lana are gone, and Rama isn't even back," replied Randa who was looking around, trying to remember which direction they should take.

"You're right, but are you sure you're traveling alone like this?"

Randa immediately looked at Ardi. "Well, I'm not alone, am I?"

"I... Yes... But... That... Your original plan was to leave the village. Isn't it dangerous to move alone?"

Randa smiled slightly. "So? You didn't want to accompany me? Why didn't you go back with them?"

Ardi immediately got nervous and stammered "Eh... Anu... But... That... They might have left already... I mean... Anu... They must be far away... And you... That's... Uh... It's not good to let women travel alone."

Randa immediately chuckled and instead stroked Ardi's head so aggressively that she ruffled the young man's hair. "Haha! You're right..."

Randa gazed ahead with a sense of relief and put on a faint smile as he sighed. "You're absolutely right..."

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The sun was getting less hot and some clouds passed over the Donggala regent's office. 5 hours had passed after Johan's funeral and everyone was busy getting ready.

Zaskia and Putri had turned almost all of their fish supplies into their ration for the journey. Zaskia who is not very skilled at cooking only did some basic preparations and the rest was done by Putri.

"Too bad Ardi isn't here," Zaskia said with a heavy sigh.

Putri who was frying the fish suddenly stopped for a moment to think. "Wait a minute, Ardi... Is he that pretty-looking guy?"

"Yes! That's him!"

Putri's eyes immediately widened and turned quickly towards Zaskia. "We forgot to save Ardi!"

"Forget it, do you think Aril will allow us to go save Ardi? Ardi is most likely dead anyway," Zaskia replied casually. "But you're special to Aril, maybe he'll let you."

Putri suddenly imagined herself crying as her butt was spanked repeatedly by Aril and made the girl lethargic instantly.

"You're right, we can't do dangerous missions anymore," Putri sighed heavily and went back to what she was doing, which was cooking.

Meanwhile, outside the building, right in front of the gate of the Donggala regent's office, a bus arrived and honked its horn.

Someone got out of the bus and that person was Galih.

"I still can't believe the power of the system can grow arms and legs that fast," said Aril who was waiting in front of the bus.

"Why are you even saying that? Your abilities are far more terrifying." replied Galih while yawning occasionally. "I don't know what sorcery is that, but your ability is just absurdly overpower."

A man came out of the bus, this time it was Adit who seemed to be holding the key to the bus.

"I guess we're lucky to get a bus in this condition," said Adit, who looked a bit lethargic.

"So, what about the gasoline?" asked Aril while paying attention to the side of the bus which was only slightly scuffed.

"No need to worry about that. Johan has plenty of gasoline to use. Remember the jeep from yesterday? We did leave that car in that cursed village, but as long as we can find another vehicle, then there's nothing to worry about," replied Galih who explained in detail.

"Hey Nabil, can you make a clone to help lift all the gasoline supplies into the trunk of the bus?" asked Galih to the blond young man with brown skin who had just arrived.

Nabil was a little surprised and fell silent, he swallowed his own saliva and then looked away. "That's... Actually..."

Adit shook his head. "No need to get your hopes up, Galih. Since you guys left, Nabil doesn't even want to use his powers."

Galih facepalming with a heavy sigh. "Are you serious right now? Or are you just listening to Johan's order?"

Nabil did not answer as sweat poured down his face.

Aril sighed. "That's all right. Instead of hoping his ability. It's better if we lift it together. So, where do you keep the gasoline? Help me lift it."

Galih looked at Aril while squinting his eyes. "Why are you talking as if you ordered everything?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? There's no need to sweat the small details like that. Let's move quickly before nightfall," Aril replied firmly.

"Woi! You guys are so cruel!" shouted a man who managed to get everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man in a dull hat with a body that had lost both arms. But despite having lost both arms, he used his water manipulation ability to create a pair of hands made of water.

"You guys are so cruel, making me walk alone that far," said Farel, who seemed to be in good shape despite having lost both arms.

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Ohio, United States.

A dark room with a high ceiling. The walls could be at least 5 meters high. There was no sunlight coming in, the only source of lighting was a dim lamp that flickered every few minutes.

The large room was like a mix between a workshop and an operating room. Wires were everywhere and sometimes there were some broken wires that sparked a bit of electricity, as well as iron pipes that stretched over the surface of the wall.

The metal floor produced a mixture of heavy metal and blood scents, as well as colorful liquids scattered over the floor surface.

There were glass cabinets containing rows of colorful bottles and several workshop tools scattered everywhere such as screwdrivers, hacksaws, hammers, and so on.

In the center of the large room, a man stood holding a piece of paper. A blonde-haired man in a white lab jacket that looked shabby and very dirty.

A man with a dull face and a rather bushy beard. Although his appearance was deplorable, the piercing gaze of his blue eyes seemed so fiery as if he was obsessed with something.

That man was none other than William Smith, Jessica's father.

"Soon..." William said, looking at a framed photograph on the table.

It was a picture that showed only one person. A woman with brown skin and a genuine smile. Her long black hair seemed to harmonize with the clean white lab jacket.

The woman in the photo is none other than Ayu Wulandari, Jessica's mother.