The Reaper Escaped

After the Demon King had fallen. 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, Arata Kagemori —once the most genius adventurer in 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 Arata, not as legends, but as friends who had stumbled through failure after failure until victory was theirs.

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

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

In the end…of tale Arata…

But.

after 6 months

The isekai world suddenly changed.

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, his eyes glowing Royal Crimson, bow still raised. His silence was more terrifying than any roar. Behind him 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. His 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.

Jogjakarta, 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 he fist slammed into the boxing machine. The screen lit up with bold red numbers: 452 \= Old Man.

"WUOH!!”

He shout cut through the music. His eyes widened in disbelief with surprise.

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:

"Dih, kayak ngelemparin sandal tapi males."

("Heh, it's like throwing a sandal but lazy.")

One big guy 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 HAHAHA!"

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

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

Wahyu:

"Tai lu ye!"

("You jerk!")

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.

You’re right, He is 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 surprise if he use character mage was overpower, He silent,muttering, and awe by her explosion.

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!

("Dude, Andi Cosplay Reika cuk!")

Andi still playing in 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 dah Milliarder, dapet pacar gak?

("Di. Now that you're a Millionaire, 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 shrugging

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 and murmuring if Aldo said was right.

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 kalo lu tetep single sampe 2050, gua cariin pacar!

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

Indra:

AHAHA! Fix, Andi bakal nikah sama chibi Loli tuh!

("Done! Andi's marrying that Loli Chibi badge!")

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.)