All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 341
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Collecting a Promise
“Indeed, my Lord. In fact, Yoga will become a crucial figure in the grand design we have prepared,” Aji replied with unwavering certainty.“And if he chooses not to return… what then must we do?” Duke Hanggareksa pressed on. Doubt lingered in his voice like a shadow that refused to disperse, for he still could not fully believe that Yoga would truly come back.“He will return, my Lord. I am certain of it. But even if he does not, I have already prepared an alternative plan.”“We will speak of it again tomorrow. I am far too tired to think clearly now. Will you rest here tonight, or return to the inn?”“I shall return to the inn, my Lord. I must explain tomorrow’s strategy to Bargowo and Rangga,” Aji answered respectfully.“Very well. You may go. But at dawn, you and Ratih must already be here. With Yoga’s betrayal laid bare, there are few I can still trust besides the two of you.” Duke Hanggareksa exhaled sharply, his breath rus
A Vow to Live and Die Together
“That is impossible! I refuse to believe that you were ever a robber. You must be joking, Aji,” Ratih exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and nervous laughter.Aji offered her a soft, knowing smile. From the expressions of the three people before him, he could clearly see how unimaginable his confession sounded to them.“I won’t force you to believe me, Ratih. What I revealed just now is a grim reality—one I had always intended to bury deep within myself for the rest of my life.”He shifted his gaze to Rangga.“And regarding your question, Rangga… I was the planner for every robbery my group carried out. All the strategies, routes, traps—every detail was my responsibility. The skills I use now were honed through those experiences. You may remember how I recognized the traps Bargowo’s group set for us in the forest. That was because those traps were painfully simple—common tricks any bandit would know.”Bargowo managed a twist
Trial for Yoga
Ratih could sense the deep bitterness trembling within Aji’s voice. She knew very well that the man had never truly healed from the tragedy that had stolen the lives of his wife and child, leaving behind a wound that time itself refused to mend.Before long, Yoga and his master arrived at the palace gates. Their footsteps quickened as they approached Aji, who had been waiting anxiously for their arrival.“I knew you would come,” Aji said, offering a warm smile that carried both welcome and sorrow.Despite the shame gnawing at him, Yoga forced himself to return the smile. He understood clearly that without Aji’s guidance, he would have forever wandered in darkness—branded a traitor, condemned by society, and haunted by a disgrace he would never be able to wash away.“I have given my word. I will assist the Duke in resolving this matter,” Yoga replied with solemn determination.“Come, let us head inside. The Duke has been exp
Kurama the Merchant
Though his master offered no shred of support, Yoga had long since yielded his heart to the grim possibility that death would be his lot. The sun hung high over the marble halls of the palace, casting long shadows that stretched across the cold stone floor where he knelt—and in those shadows, he saw no difference between the axe that might fall now and the one that would wait until noon’s golden peak.“Even in this hour, your servant stands ready to receive the death penalty, Duke Hanggareksa,” Yoga declared, his voice as steady as the ancient oaks that lined the palace walls. Each word carried the weight of his betrayal, a burden so heavy it felt as if it might crush the very air from his lungs.The Duke fixed his gaze upon the young man, his eyes—dark as storm clouds over the sea—holding a wisdom forged in the fires of leadership and loss. “Are you truly brave enough to face death on this day, Yoga?” he asked, his tone neither harsh nor gentle, but stripped bare of pretense.“Your s
Prince Dananjaya
A furrow of confusion creased Rangga’s brow. Though he had never traded in his life, he knew well enough that selling grain to a distant land at a higher price was a fool’s errand—especially for staple foods, whose values held steady across kingdoms, as constant as the rising sun. In his mind, he reasoned: if such a place existed where prices soared above the norm, word would have spread like wildfire through every village, every market square, every corner of the realm.“How strange,” he murmured to himself, his thoughts swirling with doubt. “That is a story woven from thin air—no truth to it at all.”The man in the bamboo hat suddenly straightened, breaking Rangga’s reverie. “I’ll go ahead and drop off my goods now, friend! Looks like it’s my turn at last.”“Oh… by all means, brother,” Rangga replied, forcing a warm smile as he stepped aside to let the man pass. There was a lightness in his voice that did not reach his eyes—eyes that were already scanning the courtyard for signs of
Caught Red-Handed
The middle-aged man—whose face still held the faint echoes of the beauty he had known in his youth—closed his eyes and let the silence wrap around him for a long, heavy moment. In his mind’s eye, he traveled back through years of bitterness and rejection, reliving the day that had forced his hand, that had set him on the path of rebellion he had never wanted to walk.The stepbrother of King Wanajaya let out a deep sigh, the sound heavy with regret. Truly, he thought, I never wished to be a traitor, never dreamed of seizing power from the man who shared my father’s blood. But King Wanajaya’s refusal to acknowledge him as family—his cold dismissal, his refusal to even speak his name in the palace halls—had left him with no choice but to turn to force. It was the only language the king seemed to understand.He felt a spark of gratitude for Lodra, the man whose loyalty had never wavered, even in the darkest of times. The figure in the dark cloak, whose face was so often hidden beneath a h
The Interrogation
“Don’t play dumb with us!” one of the pursuers snapped, his voice trembling despite his attempt at bravado. “We’ve got plenty of friends waiting behind us—they’ll be here any minute!”“Friends from Prince Dananjaya’s army, you mean?” Rangga scoffed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “They won’t be coming here. They’re far too busy hiding in the Duchy, pretending to be common folk.”How do they know that? the first pursuer thought, panic flaring in his chest. This is dangerous— I have to get away and warn Lord Lodra.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, forcing his voice to stay steady. “Who is this Prince Dananjaya?”“Hahaha! Either I’m an idiot, or you’re just terrible at lying,” Rangga laughed, nodding toward the man’s forehead. “That little furrow in your brow tells me you know exactly who I’m talking about.”“Here’s a better idea,” Bargowo cut in, his large hand resting on the hilt of his machete. He drew the blade slowly, and the steel caught the sunlight, send
Rangga and Bargowo’s Initiative
“Everything I know—I’ve told you everything!” the surviving soldier of Prince Dananjaya begged, kneeling in the dirt, his voice cracking with fear. “Now please, let me go—you promised!” “I only swore I wouldn’t kill you,” Bargowo replied, a grin spreading across his face to reveal his dark-stained teeth. “But my friend here… well, that’s another story entirely.” “You… you tricked me, you dogs!” Cresssh! “Aaaakh!” A strangled cry escaped the man’s lips as his head rolled into the grass, blood gushing from his severed neck in a thick, red stream. Bargowo shivered slightly, watching as Rangga stood over the body, his expression cold and impassive, wiping the blood from his sword on the dead man’s tunic. “He would have been a problem if we let him live,” Rangga said, his voice as steady as the forest floor beneath their feet. “He would have run straight back to Lodra and told them everything—about us, about what we kn
The Night Raid
“Aji, Ratih… be careful!” Duke Hanggareksa called out, his voice heavy with concern. Aji and Ratih smiled warmly, nodding slowly in reply. There was no trace of fear or doubt in the eyes of the young couple—only a quiet resolve that shone as bright as the morning sun filtering through the palace windows. “Do not worry, my Lord Duke,” Aji said, his voice steady and calm. “We will return to this palace, I promise you.” The Duke smiled back, though his heart was heavy. He felt a pang of guilt at drawing Aji and his three friends into the chaos that now threatened his Duchy. But with the loyalty of his court officials still unknown, he had no one else to turn to—no one else he could trust with such a perilous task. “If we can stop Prince Dananjaya’s movement—if we can even destroy it—I will personally tell King Wanajaya of the great service you have done,” the Duke said. “He will surely reward you with great honor.” Aji nodded
The Dark Sword’s Reaction
Ratih’s eyes stared blankly at her beloved’s handsome face, a wave of sadness washing over her. If she had her way, none of them—Aji, Rangga, Yoga, or herself—would be tangled up in this web of danger and intrigue. As an ordinary woman, she dreamed of nothing more than a quiet life with Aji, building a family in a home filled with peace and harmony. But the path Aji had chosen seemed to pull her along with every step he took, and protest was impossible—not when he had devoted his life to the cause of justice, wandering the land in its service. Time flowed onward like a river, unhindered by the worries that weighed on their hearts. Before they knew it, the Sun had sunk below the western horizon, replaced by the elegant Moon, whose golden light spilled over the forest floor. Night creatures emerged from their hiding places, their calls echoing through the trees, filling the still, ominous air with sound. In the darkness, a shadowy figure streak