Halo semuanya, or hello everyone

Lo semua pasti sadar kalo ini Novel fan asal dari Indonesia dan bukan dari inggris

ya gua sengaja karena cuma senang senang sama bule luar negeri hehe.

Dan gua dapet inspirasi anime bright dan dark seperti comedy dan horror namun ada moment epic tergantung kondisi mana epic itu berada

Gua lakuin ini free for all dan gua cuma buat novel hanya bertujuan untuk fun dan tidak terlalu serius, dan jika ada kesalahan silahkan kontak untuk mendapatkan ide atau sesuatu apapun

simpel nya disini ada dua dunia yaitu modern dan fantasy.

kalo ngerasa kurang bilang aja, free karena...gua gak akurat buat cerita ini. Gua akan dengerin kata kata kalian meskipun serang ampe ke akar akar nya (yakin pasti ada) kalo gak guna gua biarin.

oke kalian tanya apakah Andi adalah Mc? jawaban nya tidak. lo pasti kaget dan gak nyangka.

disini gua mau rewrite novel nya karena gua agak tolol buat novel nya karena pake ai grok atau chatgpt karena malas lakuin panjang lebar, gw butuh template soalnya

dialognya ada Indonesia, Jepang, dan English

Karakter Utama nya adalah Arata Kagemori, loh Andi itu siapa?

bagi yang nanya: 'Andi itu apa?'

Dia adalah Karakter Mc sementara

lalu kenapa Arata jadi demon?

Ada sesuatu paling penting pasti.

bukan Demon king, karena dia telah mati

ada yang lebih kuat dari Demon King

yaitu Mystery Demon dengan soul of blackhole.

tentang perjalanan Andi akan dimulai ketika teman teman Andi masuk ke isekai bukan karena mati dan bertemu dewi imut dan lucu, melainkan ada seseorang menyereti Dia dan Teman teman Andi ke Isekai

Arc bisa berubah ubah dan tidak sesuai ekspetasi kita termasuk aku, jadi jangan pernah berhenti kepo dengan sesuatu yang menurut mu baik atau buruk.

Kalo ini sampai masuk top novel terbaik?

Gua merasa amplify dari kalian dan senang ketika seseorang membaca novel ku

dah segini aja cerita awal menginjak dunia novel.

Untuk karakter baru dan penting di seluruh cerita ini, siapa saja?

Andi Si Protagonist Temporary yang fokus pada tujuan

dan Reika adalah karakter misterius paling penting, dia mempunyai dua kepribadian yaitu Reika sebagai Battle wizard dengan fire element nya dan satu lagi Reika sebagai Reaper dengan sifat diam dan mematikan, dia bisa menyerap jiwa yang ia serap dengan Scythe Staff.

For English:

You all probably realize that this fan novel originates from Indonesia, not from an English-speaking country.

Yeah, I did that on purpose—just for fun, especially since I enjoy interacting with people from abroad.

I got my inspiration from anime that mix bright and dark tones—comedy and horror—but with epic moments depending on the situation.

I'm doing this as a free-for-all project. I write this novel purely for fun, not too seriously. If there are any mistakes, feel free to contact me for ideas or anything else.

Simply put, there are two worlds here: the modern world and the fantasy world.

If you think something's missing, just say it. It's free because... well, I'm not always accurate with this story. I'll listen to what you all say, even if you roast it to the core (I'm sure someone will). If it's useless, I'll just leave it.

Okay, you might ask: "Is Andi the main character?" The answer is no. You're probably surprised.

Here, I want to rewrite the novel because I kind of messed up the first version—I used AI like Grok or ChatGPT since I was too lazy to write long drafts. I needed a template.

The dialogues are in Indonesian, Japanese, and English.

The main character is Arata Kagemori.

Then who's Andi?

For those asking: "Who is Andi?"

He's the temporary main character.

So why did Arata become a demon?

That's the most important part.

He's not a Demon King—because he's already dead.

There's something far stronger than the Demon King:

the Mystery Demon with the Soul of a Blackhole.

Andi's journey begins when he and his friends are pulled into an isekai—not because they died or met a cute goddess—but because someone dragged them there.

The arcs can change unpredictably and won't always match expectations, including mine. So never stop being curious—whether something seems good or bad.

If this ever becomes one of the top novels?

I'd feel amplified by your support and genuinely happy knowing someone enjoys reading my work.

That's all for the introduction to this novel's world.

As for the new and important characters throughout the story?

Andi – the temporary protagonist focused on his goal.

Reika – the most mysterious and important character. She has two personalities:

Reika the Battle Wizard, who wields fire magic.

Reika the Reaper, silent and deadly, able to absorb souls using her Scythe Staff.

Welcome in Kala Saga created by author local named..Rafi Raditya.

Enjoy dan rasakan cerita ini seperti merasakan di kehidupan kalian di real life.

After the Demon King fell, his castle lay in ruins, the barrier shattered by countless explosions, and the world was freed from his shadow. At the heart of the battle, Reina Kagemori—once the greatest heroine of Jiyūshi, the Freedom City—delivered the final blow.

Peace returned, though fragile. The people celebrated the end of the Demon King's reign, yet scars of war remained across the land. Sui Amane, Reika Enjou, and Kurisu Yasha stood beside Reina, not as legends, but as friends who had stumbled through failure after failure until victory was theirs.

For Reina, there was no throne, no crown, and no hero's glory. Only the quiet knowledge that, against all odds, she and her companions had saved this world. Their journey, filled with laughter, greed, and countless explosions, had reached its end.

This was how the tale of Reina Kagemori and her party closed—not with grandeur, but with the absurd, messy triumph that only they could achieve.

In the end… of Reina’s tale…

But six months later, the isekai world changed suddenly.

The Demon Army returned, but stronger than anyone imagined... The world was no longer at peace.

A Black cloak fluttered in the night wind, torn and frayed at the edges. The girl beneath it stumbled forward, breath ragged, clutching a broken staff that still pulsed faintly with light.

Reaper Girl:

「我、逃げねばならぬ...！」

(Ware, nigenakereba naru...!)

"I must escape...!"

Her hand trembled as it pressed tightly around a faintly glowing blue teleportation stone. She sprinted through the shadows, each step uneven, desperation etched across her pale face.

Then—

A black arrow whistled through the darkness. It struck her leg with a sickening thud. Blood spurted, scattering against the dirt. She collapsed, a cry torn from her lips.

Reaper Girl:

「痛む...！」

(Itamu...!)

("It hurts...!")

She dragged herself across the ground, groaning.

Her body trembled, but she forced herself behind a thick bush, clutching her wound.

From the shadows emerged a figure—tall, her eyes glowing Royal Crimson, bow still raised. Her silence was more terrifying than any roar. Behind her came the sound of armored footsteps: the Demon Army. A Goblin with jagged teeth, a serpent-bodied fiend slithering across the grass, and their leader, cloaked in black steel.

The goblin's rough voice echoed through the stillness.

Goblin Demon:

「小娘、どこへ逃げしや？」

(Komusume, doko e nigeshi ya?)

("Where did that little girl run off to?")

Reaper Girl glared at them, her trembling hand gripping the cracked staff.

She shut her eyes and whispered,

Reaper Girl:

「爆煙の術...！」

(Bakuen no Jutsu...!)

("Explosive Smoke Technique...!")

Black smoke burst outward, swallowing the forest in thick fog. Demons coughed and staggered as shadows flickered inside the haze. From within, a dark energy scythe slashed—her new magic as The Reaper. Screams filled the air as charred bodies fell.

Yet the Sniper Demon did not flinch. Her hand lifted, siphoning her magic, then hurled it back in a cutting wave. She rolled, breath ragged, the blast grazing her neck.

Reaper Girl:

「何...！」

(Nani...!)

("What...!")

The smoke thinned.

Goblin Demon:

「あそこにおるぞ！」

(Asoko ni oru zo!)

("She's over there!")

Leader Demon:

「逃げられぬぞ、貴様！」

(Nigerarenu zo, kisama!)

("You cannot escape, scum!")

Snake Demon:

「逃げる気じゃ...！」

(Nigeru ki ja...!)

("She's trying to flee...!")

Her lips curved faintly. Pale, bleeding, but her eyes burned with resolve. She raised the purple stone high.

Reaper Girl:

「我は逃げ得る...この石あれば...」

(Ware wa nigeeru... kono ishi areba...)

("I can escape... with this stone...")

Her voice rose into one last incantation.

Reaper Girl:

「転移の光よ、我を導け！」

(Ten'i no hikari yo, ware o michibike!)

("Light of teleportation, guide me!")

A surge of violet light engulfed her. In an instant, she was gone.

Leader Demon:

「くそっ、逃げられたか！」

(Kuso, nigerareta ka!)

("Damn it, she got away!")

The forest fell silent. Only smoldering remains cracked in the night air. The Goblin Demon roared in fury, his fist slamming into a tree with a splintering CRACK.

The sound echoed—blending into a THWACK as a fist struck a punching bag in a neon-lit arcade.

Yogyakarta, Indonesia — Year 2045

The mall was alive with neon and noise. Holographic signs flickered above every corner, advertising VR arenas, claw machines, and rows of retro arcade cabinets redesigned with glowing glass. Pop music with a faint anime beat pulsed beneath the chatter of teens, the hiss of soda cans, and the scent of popcorn tangled with sugary energy drinks.

Near the center of the arcade, a thud echoed as his fist slammed into the boxing machine. The screen lit up with bold red numbers: 452 \= Old Man.

"WUOH!!”

He shouted and cut through the music. His eyes widened in disbelief.

His name is Wahyu.

Wahyu:

"Loh! Cak?!“

("Wait what?!”)

The machine answered him with a corny Try Harder! jingle.

Leaning against a claw machine nearby, his friend sipped lazily from his matcha latte. A smug grin tugged at his lips, half-glowing under the neon lights.

His name is Aldo.

Aldo:

"Kek lemparin sendal tapi nyasar."

("it's like throwing a sandal but miss.")

A big guy nearby almost choked on his soda. He burst into wild laughter, doubling over as he slapped his knee, his messy hair bouncing.

His name is Indra.

Indra:

"HAHA! Dia itu orang mager Do! Dia itu Cuma bangun makan tidur terus repeat! HAHAHA!"

("He's seriously so lazy! He just wake, eat, sleep then repeat! HAHAHA!")

Wahyu spun around, cheeks flushed. His finger jabbed accusingly toward Aldo, frustration flashing across his face.

Wahyu:

"Alah bacot! Bodo amat gua gak peduli!"

("Ah bullshit! Whatever I don't care!")

The arcade's neon haze kept the moment from tipping into real anger. Their banter mingled with the hum of the machines, just another piece of the futuristic chaos.

And at the edge of it all, a boy stood quietly with a faint smile, his hand turning over a holographic game card. The polished glow shimmered across his face. He didn't need to join the teasing. Watching his friends was enough.

He watched the others fool around, his faint smile tugging wider as his eyes drifted to another arcade machine glowing nearby. Its screen burst with anime-style graphics—mages, dragons, and neon fireballs dancing across the battlefield.

That boy was Andi.

Andi:

...Ada-ada saja... Hmm... Sekali aja deh main nya.

("Always something with these guys... Hmm... Just one more game, yeah.")

The words barely left his lips before he slid the game card in. The title flared across the holographic screen:

"MAGIC BURST"

The digital mage raised his staff. A flood of fireballs erupted, streaking across the neon battlefield. Andi leaned forward, completely absorbed, fingers flying across the controls, He was surprised by how overpowered the mage felt. Silent and focused, he muttered to himself, half-awed by her explosion magic.

Andi:

Terlalu OP sih…

("Too OP I guess…")

Wahyu's jaw dropped, his eyes wide as he nudged Indra with excitement.

Wahyu:

Gila, Andi cosplay Reika, cuk!

("Damn, Andi Cosplay Reika, cuk!")

Andi, still mid-combo, eyebrows furrowed.

Andi:

Who’s Reika?

The screen trembled—an enormous boss appeared, charging a searing energy blast. Andi gritted his teeth, dodged at the last second, and triggered Burst Mode. The mage's explosion filled the entire screen, blinding in its brilliance.

The group erupted in cheers.

Indra slapped Andi's back so hard his soda nearly spilled.

Indra:

Cari aja sendiri!

("Just find it yourself!")

The machine chimed. Score: 15,000 points. Rank: S.

A prize slot lit up, releasing a glowing holographic badge. The tiny chibi Reika materialized above it, spinning in midair before shouting in a squeaky voice:

“ ore no saikō no bakuretsu geijutsu kara nigerareru to omotta ka ？ inferuno ！ ekusupurōjon ！”

A puff of digital smoke popped, and vanished.

Wahyu rushed over, eyes sparkling as he stared at the chibi Reika. He shouted, voice full of excitement.

Wahyu:

AAA IMUT BANGET CHIBI NYA!!

("OMG THE CHIBI IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!")

Aldo didn't even blink. He lobbed his empty latte cup into the bin with perfect aim, then shot Wahyu a deadpan glance.

Aldo: (in Indonesian, roasting) Daripada lu? Bisa-nya ngotorin kamar doang.

("Better than you. All you're good at is making a mess of your room.")

Wahyu's face twitched. "Cok..." he muttered under his breath, but before he could fire back, Indra clutched his stomach, laughing so hard his soda nearly spilled.

Indra:

Udah lah, makan yok! Laper nih.

("Come on, let's eat! I'm starving.")

Without waiting for agreement, Indra slung an arm around Wahyu's shoulder and dragged him toward the food court. Their bickering echoed under the neon lights, a mix of laughter and mock insults.

Andi, meanwhile, lingered behind. He turned the glowing badge over in his hand, its holographic shimmer reflecting faintly on his calm expression.

Andi:

Iye, iye...

("Pretty cool...")

He pocketed the prize with a faint smile, but as he glanced back at the Magic Burst screen, the colors distorted for just an instant.

BIG BITE Banter in Surabaya, 2045

The food court buzzed with life—sizzling satay smoke curled through the neon glow, ramen steam fogged the air, and holographic menus flickered above the stalls. The boys had claimed a round table already cluttered with fried rice, bakso, and half-crushed milkshake cups.

Wahyu leaned back, chicken skewer in hand, lips shiny with sauce.

Wahyu:

Oi, Aldo, lu tadi ngapain pas gua main boxing? Ngintip skor gua ya?

("Yo, Aldo, what were you doing while I was at the boxing machine? Spying on my score, huh?")

Aldo swirled his mango smoothie, a lazy smirk tugging at his mouth.

Aldo:

Ngapain ngintip? Gua mah dah tau dari insting gua kalo lo itu skill issue.

("Why would I peek? I already knew from my gut feeling that you're just bad at this.")

Indra almost sprayed noodles across the table, laughter shaking his shoulders.

Indra:

Kebanyakan Wit mulu dia, power lo tuh tambahin!

("Dude, stop relying on Wit all the time, level up your power!")

Wahyu fired a crumpled napkin across the table; Indra dodged effortlessly, grinning. Laughter rippled through the group, neon lights flashing above them. Andi only shook his head with a quiet chuckle, sipping iced tea.

Then Wahyu leaned in, curiosity gleaming.

Wahyu:

Di. lu kan udah Milliarder, dapet pacar gak?

("Di. you're now a Millionaire, right? you got a girl yet?")

The table froze. Aldo raised a brow, Indra halted mid-bite. All eyes shifted to Andi. Calm as ever, he set down his spoon.

Andi shrugged.

Andi:

Gak.

("Nope.")

For a moment—silence.

Wahyu's voice cracked with disbelief, satay skewer frozen midair.

Wahyu:

HAH?! Serius lu, cok?! Lu kan kaya, Di!

("WHAT?! For real?! You're rich, bro!”)

Aldo cut in smoothly, sipping his drink.

Aldo:

Gojek masih pake, mobil sekelas hyper belum punya... actually.

("You still use ride-hailing. Haven't even bought a hypercar yet... actually.")

Wahyu blinked, realizing Aldo had a point.

Wahyu:

...iya juga ya.

("...true, I guess.")

Aldo leaned back, smirk deepening.

Aldo:

Lagian, buat apa coba kalo udah punya cewek?

("Besides, what's the point once you've got a girlfriend anyway?")

Andi rolled his eyes, though the faintest smile tugged at his lips. Indra finally set down his chopsticks, still chuckling, and leaned forward as if about to drop some grand wisdom.

Indra grinned, but his tone carried weight.

Indra:

Andi mah beda dari yang lain. Dia udah punya bisnis, punya ini-itu, tapi dia pilih apa yang dia mau. Dia nggak mau pacaran cuma buat gengsi.

("Andi's just different, you know? He's already got his own business, got all sorts of stuff, but he just chooses what *he* wants. He doesn't wanna date just to look cool.")

He jabbed his spoon at Wahyu.

Indra:

Lu bayangin, kalo Andi punya pacar tapi lupa sama diri sendiri—itu lebih bahaya.

("Imagine if he had a girlfriend but forgot himself—that's way worse.")

Wahyu blinked, caught off guard. Aldo nodded slowly, the rare depth settling in. Andi gave Indra a small, appreciative nod.

Andi:

Thanks, bro. Anyway, gua sibuk ngejar high score di arcade. Pacar mah belakangan.

("Thanks, bro. Anyway, I'm busy chasing high scores at the arcade. Girlfriends can wait.")

Laughter burst around the table. Wahyu shook his head, Aldo lifted his smoothie in a mock toast.

Wahyu:

Oke, oke. Tapi kalau lu tetap single sampai 2050 , gua cariin cewek buat lo!

("Fine, fine. But if you're still single in 2050, I'll find a girl for you!")

Indra:

AHAHA! Andi bakal nikah sama chibi loli tuh!

("AHAHA! Andi's marrying that loli chibi!")

Andi:

Ya nggak juga lah, anjer!

("Hell no!")

Even as laughter escaped him, Andi flicked a straw wrapper toward Indra.

Neon lights shimmered above, their glow mixing with the hum of chatter and friendly banter that filled the food court.

On the table, the holographic Reika badge flickered faintly. For a brief moment, the chibi’s eyes gleamed—almost alive, as if guarding a hidden link to another world.

Andi Room

Andi slouched on the couch, still in his arcade outfit—graphic tee, cargo pants. On the coffee table, a holographic Reika badge spun in midair, the tiny chibi figure squeaking out the occasional "Inferno!" Its glow flickered across his face as he scrolled through Kala Saga clips on his tablet.

Reika's flaming eyes filled the screen, fiery with confidence after her spell. Andi paused, zoomed in, and smirked.

Andi:

Gila... cuma satu ledakan, tapi karisma dia tinggi.

(Damn... just one explosion, but his charisma is off the charts though..)

He leaned back, eyes shifting to the badge. The chibi struck the same pose as the video, and Andi chuckled.

Andi:

Kalo Dia hidup di zaman sekarang, dia pasti jadi influencer. Vlog 'How to Blow Up Your Problems'... atau pro gamer, kali.

(If She lived today, she'd be an influencer. Vlogging 'How to Blow Up Your Problems'... or maybe a pro gamer.)

The mental image of her in a gaming chair made him grin. But as the badge flickered off with a faint pop, his smile faded.

Andi:

Hah... ngapain mikirin dia. Real life aja udah ribet.

(Why am I thinking about her? Real life's already complicated.)

He stretched, left the couch, and walked toward the quiet gleam of his kitchen.

Andi pulled out a juicer, slicing an orange and an apple with practiced ease. The crisp sound of the knife filled the kitchen, followed by the low hum of the machine. Soon, a frothy orange-apple mix swirled in his glass, the air rich with citrus.

Andi:

Orange sama apel... simpel tapi nyegerin.

(Orange and apple... simple but refreshing.)

He leaned against the counter, sipping slowly as his gaze drifted toward the city lights.

By the window, the noise of the world seemed far away. Stars dotted the sky, a rare calm softening his restless expression.

Andi:

Malam hari... Chill banget.

(Nighttime... super chill.)

His lips curved faintly as a shooting star streaked past.

Then—something flickered. A faint purple shimmer pulsed near the parking lot below. Andi leaned forward, brows knitting.

Andi:

Apa itu…?

(What’s that…?)

The glow flickered within the shadows. He blinked, rubbed his eyes.

Andi:

Halusinasi kali ya… nggak mungkin.

(Probably a hallucination… no way.)

But the shimmer grew—spreading into a jagged portal of violet and black, crackling like a storm tearing open the night.

Andi set his glass down with a sharp clink, heart pounding.

Phone. Keys. Sneakers. Resolve.

Andi:

Cuma liat doang… kalo aneh, kabur.

(Just a quick look… if it’s weird, I’m out.)

He slipped into the night, footsteps echoing through the sleek hallway, fading as the elevator descended into the dim, silent parking lot.

The portal pulsed violently, its edges twitching like a wound in reality. Static buzzed through the air, thick with the scent of ozone.

Then—

A scream. Sharp. Desperate. Human.

Before Andi could react, something burst from the portal and slammed into him.

They hit the ground hard. His breath caught—then froze.

It was her.

Not the polished anime figure from his screen.

Not the chibi badge on his desk.

Her.

Her eyes were dull with pain, her outfit torn and singed, the staff in her hand shattered. Blood seeped from a deep gash down her leg.

Reaper Girl:

「痛む…！」

(It hurts…!)

Her voice trembled, yet her will refused to yield.

Reaper Girl:

「我…まだ負けぬ…！」

(I… won’t lose yet…!)

Andi’s mind spun, disbelief clashing with instinct. He dropped to his knees.

Andi:

Mbak, tenang! Lu… ah, ga penting sekarang. Disini dulu!

(Girl, calm down! You—ah, never mind that now. Just stay here!)

Hands shaking, he dialed Indra. The call connected immediately.

Indra:

Apa sih, Bang~

(Wassup, man~)

Andi:

Dra, gua di parkiran! Ada cewek lagi luka parah! Bisa cariin RSUD terdekat?!

(Dra, I’m in the parking lot! There’s a girl badly hurt! Can you find the nearest public hospital?!)

A lazy yawn answered him.

Indra:

Yaudah, gua Sherlok bentar.

(Alright, I’ll share location for a sec.)

Andi:

Cepet!

(Hurry!)

He cut the line, heart pounding against the hum of the portal behind him.

The girl groaned, her breath shallow. He didn't think—he moved. Scooping her into his arms, light as a shadow yet warm with blood, he carried her to his SUV.

Reaper girl:

「放せ...我は...」

(Let go... I...)

Her protests were weak, almost fading.

Andi:

Lu ga bisa jalan. Gua bawa ke lo dokter, sabar ya mbak!

(You can't walk. I'm getting a doctor for you, hang in there!)

The car roared alive. He strapped her in, face pale under the dashboard glow, fingers still clinging to a shard of her broken staff.

Andi gripped the wheel, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. The portal still pulsed, silent and wrong.

Andi:

Diluar nalar... Gua gak pernah liat kayak gini, sumpah.

(This is insane... I've never seen anything like this, I swear.)

Tires screeched. Neon lights streaked past. The city blurred, the portal faded, and the night raced with him.

Nusantara International Hospital

RSUD Surabaya, 2045. The emergency room pulsed with controlled chaos—holographic vitals floated midair, robotic assistants zipped between beds, antiseptic sharp in the air. Neon trims along the walls gave the place a futuristic glow, though the tension was still very human.

Dr. Alief tugged off his gloves, smart glasses glinting under the lights. He'd just wrapped up a marathon heart surgery, and the weight of fatigue pressed on his shoulders. A backpack slung over one arm, he exhaled in relief and made for the exit.

The doors hissed open.

Indra:

"BAA!"

Indra barreled in, hair bouncing, grin unhinged. Alief jolted so hard his glasses slipped, and he toppled to the polished floor with a graceless thud. He growled, scrambling up with an elbow scrape.

Alief:

"Bangsat lo, Dra! Aku kait metu teko operasi kaki cok!"

(Indra, you bastard! I just finished leg surgery, cok!)

Indra doubled over, cackling so hard he nearly choked.

The doors slid again. This time, Andi rushed through—arms full. His shirt was streaked, his face taut with adrenaline.

In his grasp lay a girl straight out of fiction: crimson eyes dimmed with pain, torn crimson-black cloak, blood trailing down her leg. Her staff—splintered, gem cracked—still clung to her hand.

Andi's chest heaved. He spotted Indra and gasped,

Andi:

"Thanks udah shareloc, Dra... "

(Thank you for sharing the location, Dra...)

The room froze. Indra's jaw hung slack; Alief blinked hard, his brain struggling between logic and disbelief.

Indra:

"...Nice cosplay, huh?"

He finally muttered, though his voice cracked.

Alief:

"Keren sih..."

(So cool...)

Alief pushed his glasses up with a dramatic flourish, like some anime mastermind. For half a second, doubt flickered in his eyes—then the doctor in him kicked in, shoving it aside. His face hardened... though honestly, it looked more like he was constipated than confident

Alief:

"Anjing, lupa Gw—yaudah, ikut Aku!"

(Shit, I forgot that—follow me!)

Nurses surged in with a stretcher. Andi lowered her gently, blood smearing against his arm. The girl groaned, clutching a shard of her broken staff like a lifeline.

Alief:

"Operating room. Saiki! (now!) "

Alief barked, already jogging beside the team as they rushed her down the corridor.

2 minutes later...

The waiting area buzzed with a low, restless hum—fluorescent lights overhead, the faint whir of a vending machine in the corner. Andi paced the tiles, his steps uneven, while Indra sagged into a chair like a deflated balloon.

Andi had just finished laying it all out: the portal, the impossible glow, the girl bleeding in his arms.

Andi:

"Gitu sih ceritanya..."

(So, that's the story...)

he muttered, finally sinking into the seat beside Indra.

For a long moment, Indra didn't move. His face was frozen, eyes blank as if his brain had blue-screened. He scratched his head, words tumbling out in fragments.

Indra:

"Portal... cewek... Surabaya... anime..."

He blinked slowly, sighed, and gave up.

Indra:

"Iq gua masih 90, Gw nggak paham dari cerita lo."

(My IQ's still at 90, I don't get what you're saying.)

His mouth was smirking in a teasing way.

Indra:

"Lo bilang portal? Kayak isekai? lo itu ngehalu gara-gara mabok jus jeruk kah? hahaha!"

(You're talking about a portal? Like in isekai anime? Are you tripping 'cause you're drunk on orange juice? Hahaha!)

Andi rubbed his face, exhausted. Then his shoulders straightened, voice low but firm.

Andi:

"Gak tau lagi deh... tapi dia butuh kita soalnya."

(I don't even know anymore... but she needs us, though.)

Indra sighed

Indra:

"You're right."

Under the harsh glow of the surgical lights, the girl lay still, her Amber eyes half-lidded. The gash on her leg had been cleaned, yet the wound still bled stubbornly, defiant as its owner. Holographic vitals pulsed weakly above the table, the steady rhythm of survival.

Alief stood at the center, wrapped in scrubs and focus. Whatever shock he'd felt earlier was gone; the surgeon in him had taken command. His voice was calm, steady, carrying authority as he leaned closer.

Alief:

"What's your name? Can you tell me what happened?"

The girl stirred, her lips trembling. Her voice came out in Japanese, rough but resolute.

Reaper Girl:

「わ、私は...レイカ。敵が...追ってくるの...」

(wa , watashi wa ... re ika . teki ga ... ottekuruno ...)

(I-I... Reika.. The enemy is coming after me...)

Alief grabbed his head, looking up with prayer muttering under his breath.

Alief:

"Wahai Flora Spirit... Aku RAK paham! Cuk!"

(By Flora Spirit, I DON’T understand a thing! Cuk! )

Switching gears, he tried again—this time in English. His words were careful, measured.

Alief:

"Okay, uh... Miss. You're safe here. We're fixing your leg. Can you understand me? Just... stay calm."

Her gaze flicked to his, a faint spark of recognition lighting the haze of pain. Slowly, she gave the smallest of nods, fingers tightening around the shard of her broken staff.

Relief eased through Alief's shoulders. He straightened, raising his voice to the team.

Alief:

"Stabilize her vitals. Clean the wound. Prep for sutures."

The room moved in sync—machines humming, hands steady, the rhythm of medicine battling chaos.

2 Hours later

The hospital hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that carried weight after chaos. Andi stood outside Reika's recovery room, his tense posture softened at last, though his eyes still clung to worry. Beside him, Alief had shed his surgical gear, adjusting his smart glasses with an exhausted but satisfied expression. A few steps away, Indra leaned against the wall, scrolling lazily on his phone, his usual playful energy dimmed after the madness of tonight.

Andi shoved his hands into his pockets, finally breaking the silence.

Andi:

"Gimana keadaan dia, Lief?"

(How's she doing, Lief?)

Alief gave a small nod, his tone carrying both professionalism and warmth.

Alief:

"Lukanya cuma di kaki—parah, tapi kita udah bersihin sama jahit rapi. Kondisinya stabil, dia harus istirahat."

(The wound was just on her leg—bad, but we cleaned it and stitched it up neatly. She’s stable, but she needs rest.)

Andi exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging with relief. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he brushed his hair back with one hand.

Andi:

"Syukur deh..."

(Thank God...)

Indra finally looked up from his phone, pocketing it with a lazy motion. He stretched, pushing off the wall with a yawn, already halfway checked out.

Indra:

"Yaudah, gua cabut dulu yak! Lu urus si cewek itu, ya. Dadah!"

(Alright, I'm dipping out! Take care of that girl, yeah? Bye!)

He gave a half-hearted mock salute as he started for the exit, tossing back a grin over his shoulder.

Indra:

"Jangan lupa bayar parkir, ya!"

(Don't forget to pay for parking, ya!)

Andi rolled his eyes but turned back to Alief, suddenly serious again.

Andi:

"Biayanya berapa?"

(How much is the bill?)

Alief crossed his arms, a sly smirk curling at his lips.

Alief:

"Dua puluh juta rupiah."

(Twenty million rupiah.)

He raised an eyebrow, clearly fishing for a reaction.

But Andi didn't flinch. Instead, he extended his hand, his expression calm, his tone resolute.

Andi:

"Deal."

The handshake was firm, sealing the agreement.

Alief froze, blinking as if he'd miscalculated something.

Alief:

"Oh iya ya..."

(Oh, right...)

Indra, who was already halfway down the hall, stopped in his tracks. With a dramatic pivot, he slid right back into the conversation, smirk widening.

Indra:

"Lu kasih dia pajak satu miliar, tetap aja dibayar hahaha!"

(Charge him a billion in taxes and he’d still pay it hahaha!)

Alief sighed, muttering under his breath.

Alief:

"...bacot."

(...shut up.)

Andi stood in the sterile hallway, his reflection faint in the polished floor. Alief was busy scribbling notes across the glowing surface of his holographic tablet, the bluish light washing over his calm face.

Andi's hands were buried deep in his pockets, his eyes sharp yet heavy with thought. The earlier chaos had melted into something heavier: a sense of responsibility. Images of Reika—her defiant strength, the guilt flickering in her eyes, the fragile loyalty beneath her pride—flashed through his mind.

Andi:

"Gua stay sini aja."

(I'm just gonna stay put here.)

Alief looked up, searching Andi's face as though weighing the truth behind those words. Slowly, he nodded, lips twitching into the faintest of smiles.

Alief:

"Yaudah. Intinya dia dah stabil, Jangan ganggu rest dia. Kalo ada apa-apa, panggil suster."

(Alright, bottom line is she's stable now, so don't bother her while she rests. If anything comes up, just call the nurse.)

He slung his backpack over one shoulder, pausing only to clap Andi's shoulder with quiet trust.

Alief:

"Lo juga jaga diri, Ini... urusan paling absurd sih."

(You take care too, this is like... the most absurd thing ever though.)

Andi exhaled, watching Alief vanish down the hallway. The silence pressed in around him, the fluorescent lights humming faintly. He clenched his fists, steadying his resolve, then pushed open the door.

He pushed the door open carefully and stepped inside. The air was hushed, the faint hum of machines filling the silence. Reika lay propped up against a stack of pillows, her crimson eyes half-lidded but alert, staring at the ceiling. Her skin was pale but steady, her breathing slow and even. The moment she noticed Andi, her hand twitched toward the shard of scythe that rested on the bedside table.

Andi raised one hand gently.

Andi:

"Santai aja... Gua Andi."

(Relax... I'm Andi.)

He pulled a chair closer and sat down, leaving a respectful distance between them. His voice carried no edge, only earnest calm.

Andi:

"Kimi... Reika, kan?"

(You're... Reika, right?)

Her eyes narrowed slightly, weighing him with the sharp instinct of a survivor. Though her voice was weak, it cut through the quiet like a thread of steel.

Reika:

「わが わ れいか 。。。 きさま わ だれだ」

(Ware wa Reika... kisama wa dare da?)

(I am Reika... who are you?)

She hesitated, studying him closer. Then her gaze softened, recalling his earlier intervention.

Reika:

「...我を助けた者か」

(...Ware o tasuketa mono ka?)

(...The one who helped me?)

Andi scratched the back of his neck, frustration flashing across his face at the language barrier. Still, he leaned forward, speaking slowly, his tone carrying more than words could.

Andi:

"Halah, harus pake jepang kah?"

(Oh man, gotta use Japanese or what?)

He pointed at himself, then at her, mimicking the motion of shielding with both arms.

Andi:

"Gua bakal jaga lu, oke? Sampai lu pulih."

(I'll look out for you, okay? Until you're better.)

Reika tilted her head, crimson eyes following his movements. His intent reached her, even if his words did not. Her expression softened, ever so slightly, and a quiet sigh left her lips.

Reika:

「...感謝する」

(...Kansha suru.)

(...Thank you.)

Her hand eased away from the scythe fragment. She studied him, wary still, but with a spark of curiosity glinting beneath the weight of her exhaustion—as though seeing him clearly for the first time.

Andi settled into the chair beside Reika's bed, his posture relaxed but his gaze steady. The room was quiet, save for the faint rhythm of the monitor and the distant hum of the city outside. Reika lay against her pillows, her bandaged leg raised on a support, her crimson eyes sharp even through fatigue. The hospital gown hung awkwardly on her frame, alien to someone used to armor and robes.

He cleared his throat, hesitant but determined.

Andi:

"Uh... oke, gua coba ya..."

(Okay, I'll try...)

Leaning forward, he pieced together scraps of Japanese he'd gathered from anime, books, and apps. His voice was careful, slow.

Andi:

"Anata... uh, portal... doko kara?"

(You... uh, the portal... where from?)

He circled his hands in the air to mimic the swirling of a gate, then pointed at her and the window.

Andi:

"Portal... tsukau? Doushite?"

(Portal... how use? Why?)

The word struck her like flint. Reika's eyes narrowed, a flicker of danger in them. Her hand twitched toward the scythe shard on the table, but instead she curled her fingers into the sheets.

Reika:

「なぜ知りたい？」

(Naze shiritai?)

(Why do you want to know?)

Her gaze sharpened, suspicion burning.

Reika:

「貴様...何者だ？」

(Kisama... nani mono da?)

(Who... are you really?)

Her tone dropped, guarded yet edged with weary honesty.

Reika:

「我の過去...危険だ。話せぬ。」

(Ware no kako... kiken da. Hanasenu.)

(My past... is dangerous. I cannot speak of it.)

Andi caught the weight of distrust, even if not every word. He leaned back, palms raised in a peaceable gesture, his features softening.

Andi:

"Oke, oke... gua ngerti. Lu ga percaya gua, wajar."

(Okay, okay... I get it. You don't trust me, that's fair.)

He tried again, haltingly, in broken Japanese.

Andi:

"Andi... tomodachi. Anata... safe. No danger."

(Andi... friend. You... safe. No danger.)

He touched his chest, then gestured toward her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Andi:

"Gua cuma... mau bantu."

(I just... want to help.)

For a long moment, she studied him, crimson eyes unblinking, searching. His words were clumsy, but the sincerity behind them was harder to deny. Her fingers tightened on the sheets, then loosened with a quiet exhale.

Reika:

「...信じ難い。」

(...Shinji-gatai.)

(...It's hard to trust.)

Andi let out a slow breath as he slumped into the chair. He didn't press further.

His gaze shifted to the window. Outside, Surabaya's skyline shimmered beneath the morning light—towers of glass and metal, streaks of neon, a world far removed from dusty plains and arcane towers. He wondered what it must look like to her, a reaper from the Crimson Demons, waking in this city of holograms and noise.

Andi:

"Gua gak nyangka bisa masuk sini...."

(I can't believe you made it here....)

He glanced back at her, his voice soft.

Andi:

"Gua anggap wajar sih...kan kita asing."

(I think that's fair enough...we're strangers.)

The silence thickened, but it was no longer hostile. Only the steady pulse of the machines filled the air. Reika's hand loosened its grip, her fingers resting lightly against the sheet. She turned her head ever so slightly, casting him a fleeting glance. Suspicion still lingered in her eyes, but it had thinned—softened by something faint, almost fragile.

* * *

Morning 7:12 AM

Andi sat in the chair beside Reika's bed, scrolling through his phone. Reika rested quietly, her crimson eyes half-open as she watched the sunlight dance across the ceiling. Her bandaged leg was still elevated, but there was a sharper alertness in her gaze, her reaper instincts softened by the calm of morning.

His phone buzzed with a stream of notifications from the group chat. The header read: Surabaya Squad.

Broly:

Oke, Boss biarkan kami memasak!

("Alright, Boss, let us cook!")

He sent a sticker of a chibi chef juggling flaming pans with exaggerated sparkles.

Andi's lips curved into a faint smile.

Andi:

Yeah, continue your day, guys.

He added a thumbs-up emoji before closing the chat and slipping the phone into his pocket.

A soft ding chimed from outside the room—the sound of a delivery arriving. Andi glanced at Reika. She raised an eyebrow at him but didn't speak. He rose from the chair and stepped into the hallway. A small hover-drone waited by the door, carrying a neatly wrapped parcel with a glowing digital label: Opor Teluyam – Special Order.

Andi:

"Cepet juga, ya."

("Pretty fast, huh.")

His voice was quiet, almost pleased, as he scanned the payment through his phone. The drone beeped politely, released the parcel, and zipped away down the corridor.

Back in the room, Andi set the parcel on a rolling table just as Alief entered. His smart glasses caught the fluorescent light, and in his hands he carried a holographic tablet already displaying Reika's medical chart.

Andi:

"Gimana, Lief?"

("How's she doing, Lief?")

Alief stopped, his expression thoughtful.

Alief:

"Kondisinya udah jauh lebih baik. Tapi kalo lu mau dia pulih cepet, kita bisa pake LX918 Boost Heal. Bikin regenerasi jaringan lebih cepet."

("Her condition's much better. But if you want her to recover faster, we can use the LX918 Boost Heal. Speeds up tissue regeneration.")

Alief:

"Cuma... nambah sepuluh juta."

("Just... adds ten million.")

Andi nodded, unfazed.

Andi:

"Yaudah, gua bayar."

("Alright, I'll pay.")

He raised his phone again, transferring the funds with steady fingers. His expression stayed calm, but his eyes were resolute.

Alief's grin spread as he tapped quickly on his tablet.

Alief:

"Gua atur sekarang."

("I'll set it up.")

He gave Andi a quick approving nod before slipping out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.

Andi turned his attention to the food parcel, carefully setting up the rolling table beside Reika's bed. He opened the package, revealing a steaming bowl of opor teluyam—a creamy, fragrant Indonesian dish with tender eggs and rich coconut broth, garnished with fried shallots. The aroma filled the room, warm and inviting.

Andi slid the table closer to Reika, his tone gentle.

Andi:

"Ini buat lu. Makanan khas sini, namanya opor teluyam. Coba aja, moga lo suka."

("This is for you. Local food, called opor teluyam. Give it a try, hope you like it.")

He handed her a spoon with a reassuring smile.

Reika eyed the dish warily, her reaper instincts making her cautious of anything unfamiliar. She took the spoon slowly and scooped a small bite. The moment the creamy broth touched her tongue, her crimson eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering through her guarded demeanor.

Reika:

「...美味い。」

(...Umai.)

("...Delicious.")

She took another bite, her expression softening as she savored the rich flavors. A faint spark of excitement danced in her eyes, though she tried to hide it.

Andi chuckled, leaning back in his chair, relieved to see her eat.

Andi:

"Lu beneran Reika... dari dunia sihir, demon, sama petualangan gila. Tapi sekarang lu di sini, makan opor di Surabaya."

("You're really Reika... from a world of magic, demons, and crazy adventures. But now you're here, eating opor in Surabaya.")

He shook his head, but his face shifted to empathy, almost whispering to himself.

Andi:

"Gua bakal bantuin kamu."

("I'm gonna help you out.")

Reika glanced at him, catching his soft tone even if she didn't understand the words. She paused mid-bite, then gave a faint nod—the first real acknowledgment of his presence beyond suspicion.

Later, Reika rested in her hospital bed, crimson eyes half-closed as she gazed out the window. Her bandaged leg was elevated, and the fragment of her scythe-staff glowed faintly on the table beside her. Andi sat nearby, his phone in hand, unease growing heavier.

He opened a browser and typed Reika Kala Saga. The Wikipedia page loaded with her profile. His eyes scanned the text carefully: a theatrical, Explosion-obsessed Wizard Inferno, dramatic and mischievous—completely unlike the cold, guarded reaper before him.

Andi:

"Ini... beda banget."

("This... is so different.")

He reread lines about her loud confidence and obsession with Explosion magic. His brow furrowed as he looked at Reika, still silent and distant.

Andi:

"Dia di sini dingin, pendiam... kayak orang yang bawa beban berat."

("She's so cold here, quiet... like someone carrying a heavy burden.")

His eyes drifted to the scythe fragment. Its faint glow unsettled him.

Andi:

"Apa yang bikin lu berubah gini, Reika? Apa yang terjadi di dunia lu?"

("What made you change like this, Reika? What happened in your world?")

Exhaustion crept in. His eyelids grew heavy.

Andi:

"Bentar aja... gua cuma istirahat mata..."

("Just for a bit... I'm just resting my eyes...")

His phone slipped onto his lap, still glowing faintly with the article, as he drifted into sleep.

Reika noticed his change, her sharp eyes flicking toward him. She studied his relaxed face, the way he'd stayed by her side despite her suspicion. Her expression softened for just a moment. Turning back to the window, she whispered under her breath.

Reika:

「...不思議な者だな、貴様。」

(...Fushigi na mono da na, kisama.)

("...You're a strange one, aren't you.")