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Chapter 65: In the Name of Allah ❤️❤️ Let's Begin 💕💕
Title: The Blood Party in the Indoor Pool ❤️🔥
The Novel:Will I Fight My Husband or the Black Tumor?
Genre: Romantic Action Drama Fantasy
The earthquakes sent terrifying tremors through the ground, as if the earth itself were screaming beneath their feet. Inside the luxurious indoor pool, where white marble gleamed under artificial lights that shook with every quake, Frok floated with effortless grace, as if it were just an ordinary summer day. Water, lightly tainted with droplets of blood, flowed around his slender body, while a childish smile played on his lips.
**Frok:**
His body swayed gently with the water currents, seemingly oblivious to the tremors. His long fingers brushed the surface, leaving small ripples that spread slowly.
Shahin stood by the poolside, leaning against the edge. His usual smile never left his face, though his hands trembled imperceptibly beneath the water, irritated by the vibrations.
**Frok:** (In a loud, excited child's voice)
"Shahin, why don't you play like me? Soon, we'll go down the slide..." He finished with a puzzled look at Shahin.
**Shahin:** (Annoyed despite his smile)
"How can you relax while explosions erupt everywhere?" he asked, his voice calm as stagnant water, though his heart raced with fury.
Frok pointed to the energy barrier protecting them. Shahin clutched his head.
"I didn't mean this... (extremely annoyed 💢♨️). I meant, if you told me you loved swimming, I would have built you pools in your home. Why waste my time in water while the world turns upside down outside? Of course, I don't care about anyone else, but if Dalia gets hurt, can you bring her back?"
Frok quickly added before Shahin could reply:
"Shahin, you're so annoying—'Dalia, Dalia.' Why are you obsessed with that woman? It's disgusting. You know I don't like these lands; I only came for you. But I won't go out to watch trash fight just to protect a toy. Brother, let's drop this nonsense."
**Shahin:**
"It's not nonsense, by your rights... But let's be serious. I need to know what you mean by 'the party' so I can execute it before we leave, as you wish (trying to appease him)..."
**Frok:** (Whispering, eyes gleaming with a strange light)
"We aren't going back..."
Shahin swallowed hard internally: *I hope he's not serious... I told you we wouldn't stay. What is he saying?* (Comically).
**Shahin:** "What?" he asked, as if reading Frok's thoughts.
**Frok:** (With a gentle, childlike smile)
"Shahin... don't worry, I won't bother you here. I know you want to get rid of me and return to the North. Honestly, you're right (turning his head, looking worried). I don't want any relationship with them. All I wanted was for Sirius to come, but now... let him play. And for your information, I see you talking to that old man too often. If I find out that you..."
**Shahin:** (Interrupting quickly, tense)
"No... (then speaking calmly) What kind of talk is this? Do you expect me to leave him here? Impossible..."
*Shahin's Thoughts:* "Previously, yes, Frok. Because the grandfather was a piece one could consider in a game of chess. But now, there's no need. The chessboard has turned from black to white. Since you've revealed Sajjad's advantages, I will try to bring him back even if I have to destroy Carlos and give him what he wants. I will do anything to exploit his abilities..." (Smiling wickedly).
**Frok:** (Looking at Shahin, smirking cunningly)
"Shahin, I thought you were pretending to be my father, not the other way around (sighs, then in a childish tone). Shahin is shocked, realizing Frok read his thoughts before he could speak. We will return, but I got bored in the palace, so I want some fun. Let's stay until I want to. So, don't worry about problems... Do you know something? As for the party I ordered you... the project is here (smiling childishly). I want you to destroy the ministerial building completely... and kill everyone. I want blood to flow in the festival in a savage way... So I don't punish you for my boredom and hide in a stupid area."
Shahin sighed as if discussing a trivial matter.
**Shahin:**
"You want me to kill the ministers here? Is that what you want? I see you want something simple. If you ordered me to destroy this place entirely, it would be better. What use do you have for that filth?" Shahin's voice rose slightly.
**Frok:** (Laughing like a playful child)
"Who said I have any use for this? I just want to enjoy the party we were invited to..." But he quickly resumed his signature smile.
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**Shahin:** (Smiling, seeking clarification)
"If so, Frok, I have a question: Why don't we destroy the place and forcibly bring Sajjad back? Haven't you thought about this before?" Shahin suggested coldly.
**Frok:** (Suddenly acting like a spoiled child)
"Shahin, you're chattering too much about adult orders..."
*Shahin's Thoughts:* "Am I a child?" (Smiling with annoyance).
Suddenly, Frok's smile turned demonic.
"Sirius will return; don't worry. That's all I can say. He's just angry about Theodore's death... Anyway, let's continue the previous topic. To answer your question about why I chose them: they annoyed me before with their words and actions. This is just a warning to the Organization and the Center. I don't care who wins; only obedience to our lands matters..." He played with water droplets, burning them with his fingers.
**Shahin:** (Raising an eyebrow coldly)
"You're right; they are annoying. They previously tried to smuggle prohibited materials into our country. They pushed their boundaries too far. But you want to see them crushed, so this will happen for you..."
Frok clapped childishly.
"Yes! I want a red sky, and the earth to be a deep crimson..."
**Shahin:**
"Alright, but I'm not a painter or an artist... The important thing is that you like the place. Their colors will seduce you greatly, so expect beauty..."
**Frok:** (Shaking his head negatively)
"Shahin, but the colors must be exactly as I want. Don't make a mistake...?"
**Shahin:** (Sighing)
"I'll kill them as you wish, even though this is actually menial servant work in reality (muttering)..."
"Wonderful! Amazing and relaxing swimming..." Frok said, floating again, then added with childlike enthusiasm, "Shall I tell you something wonderful?"
**Shahin:** (Asking cautiously)
"What now?"
**Frok:**
"Sirius is from the famous Rothschild family lineage; he was the son of Karl Rothschild..." Frok began narrating his story enthusiastically.
**Shahin:** (Voice rising for the second time)
"You're joking! You mean you want to incorporate the lineage of a traitor? I don't understand anything anymore!"
**Frok:** (Laughing)
"Why do you try to meddle in matters that don't concern you? You know he is the Lord of Mist, yet you tire my head. I wish I hadn't told you... As for his father, yes, he was against our principles, but in the end, he is dead, isn't he? In truth, if he were alive, I would have had to deal with him, but fate decreed he die in Malai. As for the provinces, I've already told you the reason for abandoning them..."
**Shahin:**
"I know, but what surprises me is the Rothschild lineage. I didn't expect Karl to be from such a lowly line. Most of his goals were noble; he founded the Organization to protect the civilian provinces and was very hostile toward us..." (Shaking his head).
**Frok:**
"Maybe I think that way, maybe not. I don't remember (Shahin is puzzled)... But do you know? I wanted to kill Karl, but when I heard of that child's birth, I left him and his family alone. Do you know why? Just because I wanted to (childishly)." Shahin nearly fell over as if hearing something ridiculous.
Frok paused for a moment.
"I always wonder if that little white animal would be special to him instead of Dalia. I want him to suffer greatly. Will he be as upset as when Theo was killed?"
**Shahin:**
"Um, don't think about Dalia... You told me if I stayed out of your way, you'd spare her. And I told you I would marry her and imprison her in the palace. We made a pact..."
**Frok:**
"I know you'll attend to her soon, but know this: if my patience runs out, I will kill that woman. I only spared her for your sake..."
**Shahin:** (Nodding)
"I know, and I will execute your orders. If I don't bring her back to captivity, I'll kill her as you wish. And I know you spared her for me... But even I don't care much about her living; I just want to possess her for a while. If she weren't a former recruit of mine during that period, I wouldn't have protected her. You know I love her very much and don't want to kill her, so I will succeed and marry her soon (very happy)."
**Frok:** (Sarcastically)
"You think in a foolish way..." Then rolling his eyes, "You should have eliminated her. You love all women..."
**Shahin:**
"Don't say that in front of Dalia; she might hate me. You don't want trouble..." (Annoyed).
**Frok:**
"...Shahin, I told you to pretend to be my father as usual. But isn't this better now?" He looked forward.
**Shahin:** (Swallowing hard internally)
"Yes, but Frok, you are crazy..."
**Frok:** (Smiling artificially)
"Shahin, do you think I'm wrong?" (Calmly, with a cunning childlike smile).
*Shahin's Thoughts:* "Yes, a thousand times yes..." Looking ahead.
**Frok:** (Turning in the water)
"Wrong because I didn't destroy the whole place and kill everyone, correct?" He tilted his head.
**Shahin:** (Warned and afraid)
"Don't say you will destroy and kill. What did we agree on before coming?"
**Frok:**
"I won't destroy because I'm satisfied..." Then he looked at the small playground visible through the cracked window. "But why aren't the children playing with me? Are they good?"
**Shahin:**
"And this is why I thought you were wrong..." (Trembling as if having no control).
Suddenly, the scene shifted. The children who had been playing in the playground were no longer alive. Mere skulls and severed bones, entrails scattered everywhere, floated on the surface of the water that had flooded the small playground.
Shahin didn't move, but his smile faltered for a moment.
"Frok, do you expect skulls to play with you? You killed them a second after entering, and I'm the one wondering why they were playing so quietly...?"
**Frok:** (Smiling with excessive innocence)
"Don't worry, I killed them in the easiest way possible so they wouldn't suffer. If I used time, they would enjoy their best moments if you hadn't noticed them before. If they lived, their hearts would darken, and they would enter hell. So, I was kind and killed them in the easiest and softest ways. In the end, humans are filthy creatures and must be erased..."
**Shahin:** (Closing his eyes for a moment)
"Enough. I know you wanted to kill them because their voices annoyed you..."
Frok dived into the water, then surfaced again.
"Truly, I don't like killing children, but they had to depart to a very safe place and not bother me here..." He raised his hand, and suddenly the bones shattered into dust. His eyes smiled with deadly innocence as the dust turned into a moving mass, which he destroyed with his hands.
At that moment, the earth shook violently. The glass barrier shattered completely, and bloody water rushed into the corridors. Shahin remained standing, his perfect smile still on his face, thinking internally:
*"Frok usually loves children, so he kills them easily. But these ones seemed to be just explosives; they would have died anyway. It's fine they died more gently. Everyone knows that when he gets annoyed... Good thing he didn't kill Riman or Dalia before, hahaha?"*
**Frok:** (Laughing from deep within)
"Shahin, do you know the most beautiful thing about parties? Choosing the guests yourself. Today, the guests on the list are chosen to play so we can enjoy!"
The earthquakes continued, but Frok kept swimming in the ocean of blood, while Shahin stood like a statue, smiling, planning, and preparing for the next party... the real one.
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In a moment of devastating impact, Sajjad fell from the side with tremendous speed, eliminating everyone with decisive blows. He moved like a storm.
In a vast, dark hall where walls vibrated from intense tension, Sajjad suddenly appeared like an untraceable shadow. He moved with extraordinary lightness, like a fierce wind piercing the air without sound. Everyone stood before him, trying to defend themselves, but they were merely easy targets for his amazing speed.
He began moving in circles, then lunged at the first person with a flash, using his iron staff with astonishing force. He struck at a precise angle around the neck, knocking several to the ground before any sound could be made. He didn't stop there; he swiftly moved to others who couldn't see him in the darkness. Jumping into the air, he spun his body gracefully, delivering a devastating blow to the chest. The strike was so powerful that the victims collapsed instantly.
Sajjad continued his movement without stopping, appearing like a dancer of death. Every step was precise, every blow fatal. There was no room for error or hesitation. While the armed guards tried to attack him, he dodged their strikes with agility, as if he knew their moves in advance, eliminating them with lightness.
After just a few minutes, the hall became completely silent. No one was left standing. Sajjad looked around coldly, shaking the blood from his iron staff, though stains remained.
"These are just scum... Even weak; they should have planned well (sighs)..."
Wiping his staff slowly of blood after completing his mission, he looked at the corpses with extreme disgust, saying in a cold voice:
"Annoying. It's utterly disgusting to smell this filthy blood. Why don't they sit in their homes knowing all this is futile?"
*Sajjad's Thoughts:*
"*Magna Carta* is a term that could be included within the velvet class rebellion against the state. I don't see this as wrong regarding the provinces ruled by the Research Center. But even the Magna policy thinks of absolute benefit from the disaster, gaining profits and imposing its policy on the state for one reason: all parties are trying to obtain the remnants of the Black Tumor. Yes, ruling the country now depends on the ability to develop Hishim and many remnants. But the primitive thinking of the Magna Carta is to obtain huge sums of money from it due to greed, while the Research Center is focused on exploiting the opportunity to destroy Malai. The problem is, whoever thinks well and reflects finds that all this is a connected story. Could this be... No, Frok doesn't like interfering in the problems of the weak {recalling Frok's previous words: 'Problems of the weak do not concern us...' while drinking tea in a park and eating sweets}. This means the only one capable of playing with the Magna Carta is the current head of Hawkmoth, due to a close relationship. Meaning, if things escalate, it will become a proxy war..." (Sighs).
"I hope no war occurs; those bloody wars are enough for me. So I must stop it. Even though I haven't thought about it much, perhaps truth and lies are intertwined, but the reality is clear. There is a path. This is just without the secret organization for the Gene Bisha weapon. Despite all this, I only got angry because of their begging in the last moments of their lives (angry)." (Recalling their looks at Riman and their words to her). "If I had killed them at the party, it would have been better (calmly, with broken eyes). When I think about it, why am I here, really? This is annoying. If I knew I would fight such weak levels, I would prefer sleep over this (sarcastically and annoyed)..."
Suddenly, someone grabbed his foot. He crushed the hand.
"I don't like anyone touching me, not even my belongings..." He looked at the corpses with disgust and revulsion.
While Dalia and Riman stood together, shocked by the destruction and Sajjad's rapid entry, Media tried to exploit the explosion to execute her plan. She lunged at Riman with a dagger to eliminate her, but Dalia intervened quickly, blocking the dagger with her scabbard like lightning.
**Dalia:** (Calmly, voice sharp as a sword)
"You are bold enough to harm the leader of the Carlos Organization..."
Dalia moved with steady, confident steps toward her and drew her long sword from its sheath in that instant. Her movements were full of strength and determination.
**Media:** (Sarcastically)
"Dalia, you are ridiculous, trying to protect others while you can't even protect yourself..." Dalia met her with coldness and calm.
When Media approached, laughing, she attempted a direct, surprise attack from behind, but Dalia was much faster. She easily dodged the strike, then countered with unexpected flexibility, bending sideways. Media followed quickly, but Dalia surprised her with a sudden blow, using her foot to deliver a strong side kick that knocked her to the ground.
Dalia gave her no time to think or recover; she pounced on her again, this time using her sword. She delivered a powerful blow, severing Media's hand, causing her to drop her weapon. Media didn't scream from pain; her blood sprayed everywhere. Dalia grabbed her by her clothes and lifted her violently off the ground, as if to prove that any resistance would be futile.
Dalia looked at Media with a sharp, angry gaze and said in a threatening voice:
"I knew you were a spy for a long time. But what I want to know is: what is your goal in all this? And which enemy do you belong to?" She held her violently.
**Media:** (Sighing, then speaking sarcastically)
"Dalia, do you think I'll tell you? You're dreaming, Dalia..."
**Dalia:** (Calmly, but with a murderous intent evident)
"Do you want your head to fly?"
**Media:** (Mocking)
"I'm scared (sarcastically). You're mocking me. You won't kill me because I'm the only one who knows the locations of the auction materials. Dalia, priority is given to my personal information, isn't that right?" (Trying to provoke her with blind confidence).
Dalia fell silent, as if trying not to kill her.
Continuing to hold Media tightly by her clothes, Dalia said loudly and confidently:
"You worked at the Research Center, didn't you?"
Then she added with a clear threat and exaggerated disgust:
"What should I expect from someone like you? You've been playing the role of a spy in the Carlos Organization for a long time, trying to give secret information to the Center, especially about Theodore. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be here now!" (Annoyed).
**Media:**
"You're hallucinating. Even if that were true (laughing sarcastically)... Does it mean I'm a criminal? How did Theodore not kill me before and let me live until now (confident, with a smile on her face)? Or do you think of me the same way I think of myself: a traitor to the organization (boldly)?"
Dalia fell silent.
Then she replied, "Pfft (sarcastically). Hurry up and stand quickly. Show me the way to the warehouse..." (Coldly).
**Media:** (Very calm, but her eyes watchful)
"Is that so? Alright..."
End of Part One of Chapter 🌹🌹🌹😘
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