PREAMBUL; And Now... You're Dead. Again.

Brand New Old

How "boring" that was? How unastonishing, how short, very far from amazing was that? Out of 578 people, they could only save 396. That Grestvren and Alesh's condition was a total loss. They did fight, they did make the Jlanxs go, but they also not save the people. For what it seems, the Jlanxs go with the kids.

Not to mention the battle they don't know about. No matter how hard they tried, it still hard to get information about which place that been attack. Especially if it happens at the same time.

But at the very least, they won 27 battles out of 59. The rest are even, third time lose. Which mean some people save, some taken by the Jlanxs. Which also mean The Latus learn so much. Like how they need to use bulletproof stuff, Eidlan need to expand possibilities of poison and types of weapons and how to deal or prevent it, Vasyl need to learn how to save and attack, Grier need to learn vital parts to make his shot more effective, Alesh need to learn how to control her breath, Askar let himself do lots of stuff which perhaps will be useful, although he doesn't know what the purpose yet, and a lot of times they learn how to fight with a shield.

The next thing they know, it's been two months. 

"'Sup, Peter Pan?"

Askar turned. It was his sister, looks so dull and tired, but exuded a soft, warm, and I'm-ready-to-kill-or-being-killed aura. Strange combination.

"Just making a few tools from the items I found," Askar replied.

Alesh nodded, "Is that a bag?"

Askar looks at the item he had been tinkering with. Yes, that is indeed a bag. But now in every stitch, he has added several sophisticated items. The shape is exactly like a backpack. It weighs a little, but it won't make you sore (especially if you're used to fighting).

"This is a sensor bag. I made it so that it can detect anything we want through the cells in our hand," Aska said, shrugging his shoulder at another device — A strange, dark-coloured rectangular object, "this backpack is connected to it. When we put our hands... "

Askar put his hand in a bag. Alesh waits. No need a long time, the rectangular object trembled softly, then pulled out a thin veil that seconds also grabbed a screwdriver, and... WOOSH! The screwdriver was suddenly in Askar's hand.

"Woah," Alesh commented. Her sentence gone, only a glowing eyes and bulging shoulders could describe how surprised she is, "can this be used for humans?"

Askar creeps, "Rather risky. Displacement of atomic molecules from one place to another requires the right precision, a little mistake can result in inappropriate shape. If it happens to humans, we could be permanently disabled, paralyzed, or died. "

"So... This is a kind of teleportation, isn't it?" Alesh asked, Askar nodded, "in theory, even space and time had 'stopped' for a moment, right? How did you do that?"

"It's a kind of mini-wormhole."

Alesh said 'Ohh', her brother raised his eyebrows, "What with that 'oh'? Do you understand?"

"Of course I am!" Alesh grinned, "according to Einstein's general theory of relativity, the speed of time isn't always the same. If I'm not mistaken, the mass is quite influential. If you're fiddling with the mass around that rectangular object, you can 'make' a mini wormhole. Causing the mass around an object to decrease, and so are you fiddling with gravity around. So the 'sheathing' is manipulating as well as the wormhole, transferring the object you want at super speed. Looks like it just appeared. But if you slowed it down very slowly, you could see how it landed in your hand, not from inside a bag. Bags are only as a benchmark, so whatever you wanted didn't get lost."