Sumatra's Greatest Fan-Chapter 87: Do You Wish To Enter Sumatra?

"Now, how should I publish my travels? It will be exciting. And the people should know about the wonders that Sumatra has to offer." As he thought about it, it clicked into his mind as Inala jumped off the cliff, "Oh, I know exactly what to title it."

I’ll Surpass The MC—The End!

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"It ended," His eyes grew moist as the youth slumped on his chair, dazedly staring at the ceiling. He felt out of energy, as if the adrenaline rush fuelling his function had just abated.

The ceiling fan in the room spun loudly, generating cold wind that chilled his body. He didn’t seem to care and instead extended his leg after a while and used the toes to turn the knob of a heater.

The room grew warmer as he pulled up a blanket from nearby and slumped on his chair itself, falling asleep quickly after.

Morning, the next day, the youth got up and surfed the internet, "Should I read something new today?"

He scrolled through the list of novels in his library, many of which he had been stockpiling until he finished the latest novel. However, it had been two years since he last read another book.

He had forgotten most of the contents from these novels. His attention fell upon one of the novels, as the youth’s eyes pricked up, "I remember being pretty hyped about this long ago."

He opened the book and resumed his reading progress. However, half an hour had passed, and he hadn’t read past a paragraph, not because the novel wasn’t interesting, but because his mind wasn’t in a state to read another novel yet.

No, he felt his thoughts falling back to the world of Sumatra. Having been reading it for more than two years, every single day, immersed in the world, he considered Sumatra his second home.

"I should touch some grass." He got up and left the room, intending to take a breather and refresh his mind.

Locking the door behind him, the youth walked into the street, squinting upon seeing the sun. "Urgh."

He shielded his eyes with his hands and continued to walk through the side of the street. After some time, his eyes adjusted to the ambience as he dropped his hand and casually strolled about.

It was evening time, as a crowd had gathered on the street. There was a school nearby, and students were rushing out once their classes had ended.

Oops!

A group of kids in their ninth grade, while horsing about, oblivious to the bystanders, crashed into the youth.

"Sorry!" The student apologised and helped the youth get up. He became concerned upon seeing the youth had scraped his hand on the pavement and was bleeding slightly.

"I have a bandaid." He hurriedly surfed through his bag, intending to pull out a bandaid when the youth brushed past casually.

"It’s just a scratch. My Prana will heal it in a matter of seconds." The youth said and dusted himself.

"Prana?" The student tilted his head.

"Nothing," The youth coughed for a moment out of embarrassment and walked away, meandering through the crowd of students.

A few minutes later, he had crossed the school zone and could peacefully walk through the relatively emptier streets once again. Feeling the prickling sensation on his arm, the youth eyed his injury, ’Had Sumatra been real, this would have long healed by now.’ 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

’If only it was real.’ He let out a forlorn sigh. Even though he looked like a hobo, he was donned from head to toe in expensive designer wear. He was filthy rich, but had never found himself liking vanity.

His parents wanted him to study, so he aced his exams. At present, he was going to college, and even without attending classes, he was the top scorer.

Since everyone among his peers entered relationships, he tried the same too. However, he couldn’t bring himself to like the woman he dated and quickly ended things with her.

For the first two years since he had joined college, he tried many things, but no matter what he did, life felt boring. He even entered the field of medicine just to keep himself busy, and maybe saving people would give him a purpose in life.

But nothing felt fulfilling. And in his third year, he was pretty much disillusioned with life. That’s where the world of Sumatra came into his life.

Reading it made him feel alive, "Alas, it’s a fictional world."

With a dreary mood, he kept walking without a destination in mind. Soon, he found himself in a dangerous part of the city. It was a neighborhood where thugs frequented. He noticed only because a girl, when running away from a thug, ended up colluding into his legs.

"Are you alri...?" The youth noticed the swelling on the girl’s face, which seemed the result of a punch delivered with sufficient weight.

"Get lost, fucktard." A burly man appeared, covered by the scent of cigarettes. He promptly grabbed the girl by the hair and dragged her away.

"Hey," The youth scowled, grabbed a rock from nearby, and bashed the burly man on the head. "Leave the kid alone..."

Bang!

"Damn city fuck," The burly man cursed as blood trickled down his head. The injury wasn’t severe, as the youth’s scrawny body couldn’t muster enough force to land a crippling hit.

He eyed the youth sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood and spat to the side, "That’s what you get for trying to be a hero."

"Shitty fuck," He retracted the gun and dragged the child away, unleashing a string of expletives in the process.

In the youth’s chest was a bullet wound, from which blood continued to spurt out with force. His body had collapsed in the centre of the road. No one came to help, for that was the type of neighbourhood it was.

’Is this how my life ends?’ As his eyes grew heavy, the youth didn’t seem all that worried, ’There’s nothing to look forward to in this life anyway. But maybe, just maybe...’

He breathed his last with a lingering thought, ’Before my death, I would have wished to read it once again.’

[Really? You like my world that much?]

The youth sprang to his feet in shock, noticing he was suspended in the void. It was strangely disorienting, as he still moved like he was on Earth, but he was currently suspended in vacuum.

’What happened? Is this the afterlife?’ The youth stared around in a fluster and then spotted a furball hovering before him, sporting a wide-grinned mouth.

[This is indeed the afterlife!]

The furball stared down at the youth and then...asked a question that he probably wished to hear the most in the past two years.

[Do you wish to enter Sumatra?]