Book Two { Military Supremacy }
When darkness swallows the world and no light remains… then you will be the light.
At the very least, you will be able to illuminate your own next steps so you do not stumble in this hideous darkness… and leave behind you clear, radiant, eternal footprints for those who follow, to pursue in an endless endeavor… until the darkness clears and the light returns.
Overwhelming power is the title of this book and its events, in a chaotic convergence where everyone fights for dominance and victory… with only one winner.
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Chapter 26
{ Nana }
At the public hospital.
Ian stepped out of the car calmly.
“Nana… sorry I’m late,” he said quietly as he approached the hospital entrance.
“Hello… I want to go to room 318, Miss Nana Warso.”
“It’s not visiting time yet. You’ll have to wait another half hour.”
Ian nodded and took the elevator to the upper floor.
On the upper floor.
Ian observed the scene in silence.
He had feared that the village would occupy him to the point that he’d forget the time, or that there would be traffic congestion, or anything that might delay him from seeing his sister—so he had come early.
He preferred waiting over missing even a single minute of this half hour each week with his sister.
Since his mother and father died, he had gone from being just a brother to being a brother… a father… and a mother… to this unfortunate girl who was born with a congenital defect, and who had to remain hospitalized all year round.
The only problem was that……..
“Doctor Kal,” Ian called out.
“You’re early as usual,” the doctor said after removing his glasses.
He knew Ian well—not because of boxing, as him wasn’t fond of fighting—but because of his sister’s abnormal medical condition, and because of Ian’s habit of always arriving an hour early, more or less.
“How is she? Is she ready for the operation or not? And will what I told you about reduce the risk rate or not?” Ian asked hastily.
“Well, don’t bombard me with all these questions… I’m over fifty, and even though I’m a doctor, my memory is worse than a fish’s,” the doctor said, then gestured.
“Come, let’s sit and drink something.”
One of the nurses brought them coffee while the two sat in Doctor Kal’s office.
Doctor Kal spoke calmly. “Let’s start from the beginning… Your sister’s medical condition is the same. No improvement. Your sister’s condition has never responded to any doctor… The heart she was born with is almost dead… yet it still pumps just enough blood for us to know that she’s breathing… but nothing more. Disconnecting her from the machines for even one minute means death.
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”“And the surgery?”
“No successful operations. The idea of a heart transplant—or replacement—doesn’t work in your sister’s case. We’ve done enough examinations to conclude one thing… any touch to that heart means the death of its owner. The procedure I told you about was merely a proposal we discussed at the major medical university, and many senior doctors supported it, but… the mortality rate, as I told you, is 99.999999%. And honestly, that percentage is optimistic. In truth, your sister would die without question.”
Ian fell silent.
No one would be happy hearing this, but Doctor Kal would not lie when it came to medicine. This “operation,” assuming it could even be called that, was in reality nothing more than a theory—and that theory was lethally dangerous to the extreme.
“Is there no solution?” Ian clenched his fist tightly.
“Hah…” Doctor Kal inhaled, took a sip of coffee, and spoke calmly. “You know me, Ian, and I know you well. You’ve been coming here since you were a child. I watched you grow up before my eyes. I know you better than your late mother and father. I know how much you’ve suffered through all of this. But believe me when I tell you… there is no hope. The only solution is for things to remain as they are until something new appears. You know this—technology in the current era is advancing at a terrifying rate, especially after the breakthrough of quantum computing. That will propel humanity forward like a guided missile.”
“Now… I want a solution. Now!!” Ian said, tears forming in his eyes.
He was not a cold-blooded killer.
He was a human being… a brother… a father and a mother to a little girl who had lived her entire life behind glass, looking at him with tear-filled eyes.
He had never heard her voice.
Not once in his life had he heard her voice.
Every week he saw her, his heart torn apart.
He felt as though swords were raining down on him from the sky.
Those swords were nothing but his tears… and the ground beneath them was his heart.
Every drop, every moment… every breath tore through his being in a horrific way.
Why…
Why…
Why…
“It’s time. Go see her… but don’t be too hard on yourself,” Doctor Kal said, even though he knew his advice fell on deaf ears.
…
Inside the room…
A beautiful girl was enclosed within a complete capsule.
Glass covered her from every side.
That bed was her home… the glass was her sky… and her brother’s moist eyes were her water and her blood.
She looked at him…
She was beautiful, with silky hair, elegant eyelashes, and large brown eyes.
Beautiful in her cradle…
But that beauty was connected to wires and tubes extending to more than ten strange medical devices.
“Hello,” Ian raised his hands in sign language.
The girl fluttered her eyelashes.
She understood him.
She wanted to speak to him…
At least to raise her hands toward him…
But…
She couldn’t.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t.
She stared at him. She wanted to cry, even just a little, but—
Her tears would make her brother cry more than he already was… or more than he was trying to hide now. So she tried not to cry.
“I missed you,” he moved his hands again.
“Do you know… my mother came to me yesterday… and told me to check on you… She came with your wedding dress in her hands, and… she brought someone with her, but I don’t like him, so you won’t marry him… you know him… that huge idiot from Gamma Academy… Peter… you’ve seen him before… He was wearing an elegant black suit… the problem wasn’t the suit, it was him… it didn’t suit him at all… I saw him reach his hand toward you… so I punched him and told him my sister would live with me.”
Ian tried to hold back his tears, but… they fell heavily, as if some higher force was pulling them down—a force stronger than gravity itself and Newton’s theories.
“Do you know… on the day you leave this place… that day, I’ll prepare for you the most beautiful wedding dress the world has ever seen… I’ll make Minros craft it with his own hands, I’ll bring its fabric from London and its threads from the southern lands… and I’ll dress you in it at a ceremony the whole world will stand for, as if it were even the funeral of a head of state.”
“Then… I’ll be waiting for you,” Ian smiled as his tears flooded his face. “I’ll be waiting on the other side… in an elegant suit, not like my idiot friend!… with a private plane to take you on a tour around the world. Where it will be me… and you… only.”
“Nana… please… get up… I… need you.”
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Outside… from behind the glass…
Doctor Kal watched quietly…
Circumstances force angels to become demons!!—and the opposite as well!!!!… Ian… what are you, really??…
