Republic of Looke - 3, #3

This is not a story that depicts the cities you know, not the Eastern world, nor the Western world. Those worlds are very boring. In this world, there are no stupid humans who can fly. This is far bigger than that, worse, darker, emotional, wild, brutal.

Where maps do not apply, yet this world feels very close to our world that has long been broken.

This is also not some senile old General in your imagination who always walks with his chest puffed out.

To puff out his chest. You're right.

Generals always walk with their chests puffed out.

This one is handsome. Three stars on his shoulders. A wealthy nobleman. Twenty-five years old. Likes to smoke marijuana, sometimes laughs to himself while spinning a Rolex worth tens of millions of dollars in his hand. Born from the holy womb of an Eastern European Christian mother, Bevia Svetlana. Always rides the Black Devil Dodge Challenger, always accompanied by a black wolf with red eyes, not some black wolf with stupid magical powers. If you have ever seen a wolf in the forest, that is what this wolf is like. Cole: Lieutenant Code.

"Very unique. Very unconventional. Emotional, wild, brutal."

Not my words.

But the words of that stupid agent.

"Show. Don't tell."

Then look below, bastard.

General Khan returned from the Tarqovani War to fulfill his engagement promise to Naheera, and his world collapsed in an instant. Naheera rejected him without a reason. His family was massacred. His soldiers, fields, businesses, and home, all burned into ashes.

In the middle of that destruction, Zoyya de Vries appeared, the woman who had secretly always loved him at Halzburg Institute. Zoyya warned that Republic Looke was after the blood of the Khan family.

Khan, as an arrogant General, of course did not believe her. Until his grandmother, Khilla, cursed at him.

"General who likes to smoke marijuana!" Khilla shouted that Noora's husband had been burned alive by unknown people.

Khan went to meet Noora with a growl.

Noora's child had been kidnapped.

While Khan searched for the child, the leader of e-Lenk, Victor e-Lenk the Bald, intercepted him on the road and said that Khan was nothing more than a pawn of President Kurot Shaldova, just like his father, Lieutenant Zabbir, and his mother, Bevia Svetlana, who had died under mysterious circumstances.

On the journey toward the President's palace in the city of Bratosk, Khan remembered Zoyya's message: contact Karima.

Karima gave a horrifying condition. If Khan wanted to free himself from Republic Looke and find his family's killers, he had to blow up President Kurot's weapons warehouse and drug warehouse.

Khan, of course, blew them up gladly, because he was a very emotional General.

But inside that warehouse, another tragedy exploded: Salim, his cousin, shot Musa, Noora's son, dead. In the same place, Khan discovered the bitter truth. Naheera had betrayed him for Ramzan Shaldova and...his own cousin, Salim.

Khan brought Musa's body home, but a few hours later his house was blown up. His remaining family, his grandmother, his soldiers, and his fields were all wiped out by one extraordinarily devastating force.

With a broken heart, Khan contacted Captain Aqele.

Aqele saw a greater pattern behind the chaos: Karima was pulling Khan back to the battlefield, back to the Republic of Tarqovani, where the bloodshed had begun.

And there, Aqele said, the whole truth had been waiting, among a country called Stetolaz and Veteran Major Slakov, a senile old bastard who likes to gulp down rotten vodka.

...or kill...

One thousand pages...

One story...

Written over twenty years.

Following the stream of consciousness.

Don't guess.