All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 571
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The Mustika Dragon Earth Blade
Having left Aji at the crater lake, Damarjaya glided back through the radiant halls of his celestial abode, his form moving with effortless grace through the corridors of light and stone. Upon reaching the chamber where the sacred weapons and manuscript lay waiting, he gathered them up with reverent hands—the Dragon Earth Blade, the Essence of Nature Blade, and the ancient tome The Essence of Nature—each item heavy with the weight of centuries and the power of countless generations. With deliberate care, he carried them to a separate sanctum, hidden away behind walls of polished obsidian and veiled by curtains woven from starlight itself.Within this inner chamber, the air hummed with quiet energy, and walls were inscribed with symbols that seemed to shift and glow as one gazed upon them. Damarjaya settled into a cross-legged position upon a circular platform of white marble, placing the two blades before him so that their tips nearly touched, forming a perfect arc. Closing his eyes,
The Final Purification
Within the chamber’s walls, Aji did not seek rest at once. Though he had committed the Dark Dragon Blade Manual to memory during his years at the Dragon Blade Academy, he now poured over its pages once more—reading and re-reading each line until every word, every diagram, every nuance of technique was etched so deeply into his mind that it felt as though he had known them since birth. Only when he was certain there was nothing left to learn from the ancient text did he turn his attention to The Essence of Nature, spending the following days immersed in its wisdom. Aji quickly came to understand that both tomes possessed equal complexity, for as Damarjaya had said, they were two halves of a single, indivisible whole—their teachings intertwined like roots of an ancient tree, each dependent on the other to reach their full potential.Five days passed in what felt like mere hours, and Aji emerged from his seclusion to find Damarjaya seated alone in the great hall, his weathered fingers tr
The Mystery of Jatisari Village’s Missing Maidens
Faced with his wife’s rapid-fire questions, Aji remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the dragon-headed hilt of the blade he held in his hands. Every detail of what he had thought was a dream flooded back into his mind—from the moment he had first been cast away by Damarjaya’s barrier to the final strike that had shattered the great hill. Not a single fragment of memory felt hazy or uncertain; it was as clear as the morning sun.“My love…” Ratih said softly, shaking his arm to pull him from his reverie.“Y-yes, my dear wife?” Aji stammered, breaking free from his thoughts with a start.“What were you thinking about so deeply?” Ratih asked, her gaze searching his face—concern evident in her dark eyes as she took in his confused expression.“Nothing of consequence,” he replied, though his eyes drifted back to the Mustika Dragon Earth Blade. “I was just remembering… well, what I thought was a dream I had last night. But now I cannot tell if it was truly a dream, or if it all re
The First Proof
“My name is Sudirjo, headman of Jatisari Village,” the thick-mustached man said, introducing himself after Aji and Ratih had taken their seats across from him. “This is Lastri, my wife.”“I am Aji,” Aji replied with a respectful nod, “and this is my wife Ratih. We have traveled from lands far beyond these hills.”Sudirjo’s eyes moved from Aji to Ratih and back again, taking in the way they carried themselves—with quiet dignity and an easy grace that spoke of lives lived with purpose. In his heart, he could not deny that they made for a striking couple: the man tall and broad-shouldered with features as sharp as a blade, the woman with eyes like dark stars and a gentle strength that seemed to fill the room.“My guards tell me you have come to offer your help in finding our missing girls,” Sudirjo said, his voice heavy with sorrow. His left hand never left his wife’s shoulder, where it rested in a gesture of comfort—Lastri still trembled slightly, her cheeks streaked with tears from her
The Plan Unfolds
In the seclusion of the study, Aji laid out his suspicions with careful precision—explaining that he believed the kidnapper was none other than someone from Jatisari Village itself. Two key observations had led him to this conclusion: first, the culprit knew exactly where Headman Sudirjo’s daughter’s room was located, suggesting intimate knowledge of the compound; and second, the rumor of a shapeshifter dwelling on Mount Kalapura had spread with suspicious speed, as if designed to distract attention from those within the village.“So my own instincts were not wrong,” Sudirjo said, his hands clenching into tight fists as understanding dawned. “The story of the mountain spirit was nothing but a veil to hide the truth—that one of our own people is responsible for this horror.”“I cannot say for certain yet,” Aji replied, his eyes scanning the room as he spoke. The walls were adorned with carved wooden decorations—each piece telling a story of Jatisari’s past, of harvests and festivals, o
The Maidens’ Sacrifice
The window swung open with barely a sound, its wooden frame yielding to the intruders’ skilled hands. Two of the figures leaped inside, their movements fluid and practiced despite the darkness that filled the room. Their eyes—adapted to the night—found the bed where Ratih lay at once, and without hesitation, they moved to lift her from the sheets.Gently but firmly, they carried her form toward the window, where the third conspirator waited to receive her. They made no attempt to check if she was truly unconscious—confident that their target was secure, that no one would dare interfere with their mission.From his perch on the roof above, Aji felt a surge of confusion and concern. Why had Ratih not fought back? She was more than capable of defending herself, even against two attackers—yet she had offered no resistance at all. He could only conclude that the men had used some form of drug or enchantment to render her senseless, ensuring she would not wake during their journey.The thre
The Liberation
“Do you think I am joking?” Aji asked, shaking his head with one corner of his mouth turning up in a cold smirk. “It matters not if you believe me a fool. You may laugh as much as you wish—once I have torn away the only life you possess!”Hahahahaha!Their laughter grew louder still, echoing across the compound and drawing the attention of guards within the house. The massive wooden gates swung open, and several more men emerged to see what the commotion was about.“Why are you laughing so loudly?” one of the new arrivals asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Have you found something amusing?”“Look at this one!” the unkempt-haired guard exclaimed, pointing at Aji with mock disdain. “He claims he will deliver justice to us all—isn’t that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? Does he think we’ll cower just because he carries a sword? Hahahaha!”“You will soon be begging for mercy before I grant you death!” Aji cut in, and in the same instant, he moved—faster than the eye could
The Lightning Strike
The tall man’s body tumbled backward, crashing against the stone wall with a resounding thud that echoed through the empty room. His form lay motionless on the floor, the impact having sent him into a deep unconsciousness.Aji stepped forward and knelt beside him, checking his pulse with practiced ease. “Hmmm … merely unconscious,” he thought to himself. Rising to his feet, he turned his attention to Ratih, who still lay on the bed across the room—her face pale, her breathing shallow.Moving to her side, he placed his hands gently on her forehead, channeling the ancient energy that flowed within him into her body. Warmth spread from his touch through her veins, chasing away the faintness that had clouded her senses. Slowly, the color returned to her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered open—clear and bright as they had ever been.“My love … why am I here?” Ratih asked, sitting up with a look of confusion crossing her beautiful face.“The story is long—I will tell you everything in time,” Aj
Aji vs Brenggolo Karang – Part 1
In the depths of the northern wilderness, where hills rose like sleeping giants to cradle the mist-shrouded valley below, stood a small wooden hut beside a crystal-clear stream. The water flowed from a cascading waterfall hidden behind a curtain of moss and stone, its gentle rush the only sound to break the heavy silence that hung over the land.Inside the hut, Sanjaya sat huddled in a corner, his face pale and drawn with fear. He had been waiting for hours—ever since he had fled the compound where Aji had held him captive, stumbling through the forest until he reached this secret refuge. Now he waited for Ki Brenggolo Karang, the only one who could protect him from the warrior who had shattered his plans and killed his men. Ki had left earlier to speak with Master Caraka, and Sanjaya knew his fate would be decided by what was said in that meeting.As midnight approached, the hut’s door creaked open, and a tall, lean figure stepped inside. Ki Brenggolo Karang moved with the grace of a
Aji vs Brenggolo Karang – Part 2
Before Aji could regain his balance, another attack came crashing down—this one invisible to the naked eye, its approach betrayed only by the surge of raw power that rippled through the air around him.Once more, Aji moved with lightning speed, leaping sideways to avoid the blow. But the attack was a feint—no sooner had he landed than a heavy fist struck him square in the back, sending him sprawling across the forest floor in a roll of dirt and pine needles.A soft cough escaped his lips, and a trickle of bright red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. As he pushed himself up, he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving the swirling black mist where his enemy was hidden.He had barely managed to straighten his posture when another unseen strike hurtled toward his chest. By instinct alone, Aji crossed his arms in front of his body just in time to block the impact—but the force was so great it sent him flying backward nearly twelve paces, until his sp