Day 5 started with Sekar’s phone ringing at 5 AM.
Rama woke to her cursing under her breath, phone pressed to her ear.
"What do you an simultaneous breaks?" she hissed into the phone. "How many?... Three SS-rank gates? At once?... I’ll be there in twenty minutes."
She hung up and was already pulling on her combat gear.
"Ergency?" Rama asked, sitting up.
"Three SS-rank gates opened overnight. Jakarta, Surabaya, and dan. All S-ranks are being mobilized." She strapped on her blade. "This is going to take all day. Maybe longer."
"Be careful."
"Always am." She paused at the door, looking back at him. "You’ll be okay? Not going to do anything stupid while I’m gone?"
Last ti, he would’ve said yes nervously and made her more suspicious.
"I’ll be fine. Go save the world. I’ll have dinner ready when you get back."
She smiled despite the stress. "You’re too good to lately. I’m starting to think you’re buttering up for sothing big."
"Maybe I am."
"Three more days, right? Then you tell what you’re hiding."
"Three more days."
She blew him a kiss and left.
Rama waited until he heard the elevator descend, then grabbed his phone.
Rama:Yanto. Need the team today. Big push. Going for Level 35.
Yanto:Already at 30 and you want 35? That’s insane even for you.
Rama:Sekar’s gone all day. SS-rank gate ergencies. Perfect opportunity.
Yanto:...you’re using your wife’s ergencies as grinding ti?
Rama:She’s saving lives. I’m preparing to save more lives. Everyone wins.
Yanto:You’re a special kind of crazy. Fine. Where?
Rama:SS-rank dungeon. Collapsed Skyscraper. et there in an hour.
Yanto:SS-rank? You’re Level 30!
Rama:Trust .
The Collapsed Skyscraper dungeon lood in North Jakarta—a twisted wreck of a building that existed in corrupted space. Level 40-50 monsters. SS-rank classification.
Yanto, Budi, and Ratna waited at the entrance when Rama arrived.
"This is suicide," Budi said flatly.
"It’s efficient," Rama corrected. "Higher level dungeon, better EXP, faster progression."
"You’ll die in the first room."
"I won’t. I’ve cleared this before."
"When? You were E-rank a week ago!"
When I lived this before. But he couldn’t say that.
"Just watch. And if I die, you can say you told so."
He entered before they could protest further.
The dungeon was exactly as he rembered. Corrupted office spaces where gravity worked sideways. Monsters that phased through walls. Environntal hazards that killed more Players than the actual enemies.
Previously, he’d attempted this dungeon at Week 6 with a full party and barely survived.
Now, solo at Level 30, he moved through it like a ghost.
First room: Four Shadow Stalkers, Level 42 each. They attacked from walls, ceiling, floor—unpredictable to most Players.
Not to Rama. He knew their attack pattern. Knew they always struck from the left first, then right, then above. Knew they had a three-second cooldown between phases.
He killed all four in ninety seconds without taking damage.
[EXP GAINED: 2,400]
Outside, through the viewing window, he could see the Network mbers’ stunned expressions.
Second room: Gravity puzzle. Most Players took twenty minutes to solve it. Rama walked through in forty seconds, knowing exactly which platforms were stable and which would collapse.
Third room: Mini-boss. Corrupted Executive, Level 48, wielding reality-warping briefcase that could delete objects from existence.
Last ti, his party’s tank had been deleted. Permanent death. The man’s wife had cried at his funeral.
This ti, Rama knew the briefcase had a five-second telegraph before deletion. Dodged easily. Struck during the recovery window.
[MINI-BOSS DEFEATED]
[LEVEL 30 → 32]
By the ti he reached the final boss—a Level 52 Void-Touched CEO that could manipulate space itself—he was Level 33 and hadn’t taken more than 20% damage total.
The boss fight took eleven minutes.
Before, with a full party, it had taken forty-three minutes and cost three lives.
Now, solo, he dismantled it through pure experience.
[BOSS DEFEATED: VOID-TOUCHED CEO]
[DUNGEON CLEARED: COLLAPSED SKYSCRAPER]
[EXTRE DIFFICULTY BONUS: 150% EXP]
[LEVEL 33 → 36]
Six levels. One dungeon. One morning.
When Rama exited, the three Network mbers were silent.
Finally, Yanto spoke.
"That was the most terrifying display of skill I’ve ever witnessed. You didn’t just clear that dungeon. You knew it. Every trap. Every monster pattern. Every puzzle solution."
"Good mory," Rama said.
"That’s not mory. That’s experience." Yanto stepped closer. "You said you’ve fought this war before. You said you’ve seen how it ends. What did you an?"
"I ant what I said. I’ve seen the future. I know what’s coming. And I’m preventing it."
"How? How can you know the future?"
"Three more days. Then I explain everything."
"Stop saying three more days! People need to know now! If there’s really a war coming—"
"There is. And three days won’t make a difference in preparation ti, but it will make a difference to the person I need to tell first." Rama checked his phone. "My wife is fighting an SS-rank gate right now. When she gets ho tonight, exhausted and stressed, I’m going to give her a good al and a peaceful evening. Then, in three days, I’m going to explain everything to her. After that, you get your answers. Not before."
"Why her first?"
"Because she’s my wife. Because she deserves to know before anyone else. And because she’s the key to mobilizing the resources we’ll need." Rama started walking. "Three more days, Yanto. Then you’ll understand everything."
"Where are you going?"
"Ho. To cook dinner. My wife will be back at 8 PM, and she likes her sambal extra spicy when she’s had a stressful day."
He left them standing there, stunned.
Sekar ca ho at 8:47 PM, covered in monster blood and exhausted.
"Three gates," she said, collapsing on the couch. "Three simultaneous SS-rank gates. We cleared them, but barely. Five A-ranks are in critical condition. Two might not make it."
"I’m sorry," Rama said, bringing her a plate of food. "Nasi goreng Extra spicy sambal. The way you like it after bad days."
She stared at the plate, then at him. "How did you know I like extra spicy after stressful days? I’ve never told you that."
Because you told in Week 9, during a similar ergency.
"You ntioned it once. I paid attention."
"When?"
"Does it matter? Eat. You need your strength."
She ate, too tired to question further. But he could see her mind working, filing away another piece of evidence that sothing had changed about him.
After dinner, he drew her a bath. Added the lavender bath salts she kept hidden in the back of the cabinet and thought he didn’t know about.
"How did you—" she started.
"I pay attention," he repeated.
She soaked for an hour while he cleaned the kitchen. When she erged, wrapped in a towel, she found him in bed reading.
"You’re different," she said, climbing in beside him. "Not just stronger. Not just more confident. You’re... you know . Really know . Like you’ve been studying for years."
I have. Forty-five days in another life.
"I’ve always known you," he said. "I just... I’m better at showing it now."
"Why now? What changed?"
"Everything changed. But I can’t explain yet."
"Two more days," she said. "Then you tell ."
"Two more days."
She curled against him, exhausted. Within minutes, she was asleep.
Rama stayed awake, holding her, morizing the mont.
Last ti, these peaceful monts had been rare. Constant stress, hiding, suspicion.
This ti, they had peace. Intimacy. Trust.
Two more days. Then he’d tell her the partial truth—System, Players, void threat.
Not the regression. Not yet. Maybe never.
But enough truth to make her his partner.
Days 6 and 7 passed in similar fashion.
Day 6: Two more SS-rank dungeons while Sekar handled association politics. Level 36 to 39. Ca ho with her favorite takeout and a shoulder massage ready.
Day 7: Final push. One SSS-rank dungeon—borderline impossible for his level. Level 39 to 43. Nearly died twice but survived through sheer knowledge of chanics.
Each evening, perfect husband. Each evening, Sekar more confused but less suspicious.
"Tomorrow," she said on Day 7 night. "Tomorrow you tell everything."
"Tomorrow," he agreed.
"And it better be good. Because you’ve been acting like a man with the world’s biggest secret."
"It is big. World-ending big."
"World-ending?"
"You’ll understand tomorrow. I promise."
She studied his face in the dim bedroom light. "I’m scared. Of what you’re going to tell . Of what it ans. But I trust you."
"Thank you. For trusting . For being patient."
"Don’t make regret it."
"I won’t."
She fell asleep in his arms.
Rama stayed awake, preparing ntally for tomorrow.
Day 8. The reveal. The mont he’d turn her world upside down.
But this ti—this ti—it would be on his terms.
No hiding. No being caught. No forced confession.
Just him, choosing to share the truth, at the right mont.
Last ti, it had gone wrong. Angry confrontation. Damaged trust.
This ti, it would go right.
He’d make sure of it.
His phone buzzed. ssage from Yanto.
Yanto:Level 43 in seven days. You did it. More than did it. So tomorrow? You explain everything?
Rama:Tomorrow. I tell my wife first. Then I tell the Network. Then we prepare for war.
Yanto:War against void entities. I still don’t fully believe it.
Rama:You will. When I show you the data. The levels. The attack patterns. The proof.
Yanto:How do you have proof of sothing that hasn’t happened?
Rama:Because I’ve lived it. Tomorrow, you’ll understand.
Yanto:You keep saying that. "I’ve lived it." "I’ve seen it." "I know the future." Are you claiming to be a ti traveler or sothing?
Rama stared at the ssage for a long mont.
Rama:Sothing like that. Tomorrow. All your questions answered.
He put the phone down and looked at Sekar, sleeping peacefully beside him.
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