History of the Antasen war

The alliance forces looked around, confused. They saw many houses—structures they had never seen before. They never knew that a fragthesis could be inhabited.

What confused them more was the daylight. It was supposed to be night.

But among them, Randiman and his three guards knew something.

The shape of the houses looked like caves—no, more like sewer tunnels.

Only one race built their homes like this. Just one: the Gavian races—a race of crocodile-like humans (literally). Their bodies resembled humanoid crocodiles.

“Excuse me, are yo—”

Pandi noticed a sword carried by one of the young men. He remembered something—a young man he had offered a sword to. He recognized it. They were all that young man’s companions.

“Ah, forgive me. With this many people, you should head to the kingdom,” Pandi said, looking at William’s group.

When Randiman looked at Pandi’s body, he realized something—a long-lost race had apparently become inhabitants of another fragthesis.

“Why must we go to the kingdom?” William asked.

“Some of you wear crowns, others wear armor, and the rest wear informal clothes. Clearly, you must be brought to the palace,” Pandi answered.

“Because some of us are kings?” William asked again.

“No, it's because this area can’t accommodate your numbers,” Pandi clarified.

“Ah, I wanted to return something,” William said, handing over the exoferite sword he carried.

“No, keep it,” Pandi refused.

“Are you sure?” William asked.

Pandi nodded in response.

William looked at Randiman’s face. Randiman seemed to be observing something. William wanted to know what the prince from the Antasen nation was thinking.

“What is it?” William asked.

“I never expected... to see an old ally of the Antasen again, one we thought extinct,” Randiman replied.

Pandi turned toward the voice.

What he saw: a humanoid figure covered in scales, with deep-sea blue-green skin, sea-blue hair like flowing water, and eyes like a serpent.

“Are you the 8th-generation King of the Antasen?” Pandi asked.

“No, I am merely the crown prince,” Randiman replied.

“How old are you, Randiman?” Dion asked.

Hearing this, William grew curious. Why did Pandi think the Antasen king was only in the 8th generation?

“Is this world younger than ours?” William asked to Dion.

“I don’t know. I’ve never studied that,” Dion replied.

“You’re a Shadow Exister, aren’t you?” Randiman asked.

“Yes,” William confirmed.

“Again and again, your questions yield two answers,” Randiman said, stroking his chin.

“What do you mean?” William asked.

“If you mean everything in this world from the first object ever, then the age is 3,280 octillion years. But if measured from this planet and the first inhabited fragthesis, it's around 12 octillion years,” Randiman explained.

“Then how old is your father?” William asked.

“My father is 108 billion years old. I’m only one million,” Randiman answered.

“Are all Antasen that long-lived?” William asked.

“Yes. Although we are water-based beings, it doesn’t mean we’re immortal. The older an Antasen gets, the harder it becomes to maintain our humanoid form. When we lose the ability to condense ourselves, we die,” Randiman explained.

“So you die from old age only?” William asked.

“No, even though we can extinguish fire, if the temperature equals or exceeds lava heat, we’ll die. Also, if our enemy can manipulate particles like Sukmo Lawu with his black smoke, we’ll be defeated,” answered Randiman.

“Does that mean you’re immune to diseases, since your bodies are made of water?” William asked.

“No, our diseases are different. There are a few that affect us: Flewektosi, Ogtosorben, and Uncompent,” Randiman answered.

“Can you explain them?” William requested.

“Of course. Flewektosi causes the Antasen to shift between liquid and solid states inconsistently. Their body forms, but it’s unstable, with organs changing position constantly. Ogtosorben causes the Antasen to absorb non-native fluids. If two Antasen merge and one has Ogtosorben, they may accidentally kill the other. Uncompent makes the body unable to tolerate even the slightest vibration, forcing it into a liquid state permanently—leading to death,” Randiman explained.

William now understood—Antasen weren’t invincible. They could die, even before reaching their lifespan’s limit.

But now he wondered: why was a world older than Earth so primitive, despite the Aryapanggulu royal family having advanced technology?

William thought perhaps Aryapanggulu monopolized technology.

Sudirja, understanding his past self’s thoughts, interrupted.

“You think we monopolize technology?” he asked.

“Is that true?” William responded.

“No. I’ve built labs in every noble territory in my kingdom. I’ve founded science academies. Yet after graduating, no one dares to innovate—only in indirect fields like dual-spell magic. The only ones brave enough to take risks and innovate are the demons. That’s because most teachers and scientists at the academy come from Jagrapati—one of 12 kingdom of demons,” Sudirja denied.

“You’ve allied with demons?!” William exclaimed.

“Calm down. Jagrapati isn’t a demon kingdom hostile to other races,” Randiman reassured him.

“Your race is their enemy, yet you’re doing something so controversial?” William accused.

“Yes, we once attacked Jagrapati 12,000 years ago—before demon King Semar, king of Jagrapati was sealed. We lost. Yet King Semar compensated us and vowed to restrain other demon kings from causing destruction,” Randiman explained.

William now understood—not all demons were evil. But he grew curious: how did a being as strong as Semar get sealed?

“How powerful is King Semar?” William asked.

“Extremely powerful,” Randiman replied.

“I’ll explain it using a term from the Shadow Exister realm—13 galaxies are like dust to him,” Arga added.

“Why do you say that?” William asked.

“Legend says Semar repelled a Glasar from far above the sky,” Arga continued.

William didn’t understand.

“I don’t get it,” William scratched his head.

“A Glasar is a destructive cosmic object, similar to a Quasar or Pulsar, but its energy destroys everything it touches—not just fragtesizing them, but completely erasing them,” Dion explained.

“Like a black hole?” William asked.

“Not quite. A black hole pulls in and annihilates. A Glasar emits destructive radiation that annihilates everything by the emission,” Dion explained.

“Then how is our land still intact?” William asked.

“Because the speed of light here is three times faster than in our world. And the Glasar was 80 light-years away. King Semar destroyed it from here,” Dion explained.

“If he’s that powerful, how was he sealed?” William asked.

“He created dark artifacts from parts of his own body to suppress other demon kings,” Randiman answered.

“So he was sealed by other demon king?” William asked.

“No, other demon kings couldn’t seal him,” Randiman denied.

“Remember the staff you accidentally summoned while copying my spell?” Dion asked.

“Yes,” William replied.

“Sidran Gasra is one of those dark artifacts—crafted from King Semar’s hair,” Dion said.

“One of them? So there are more?” William asked.

“Yes, there are eight in total: Sidran Gasra staf – a staff made from Semar’s hair (weakest), Daramukti Shield – made from his nail, Damugeni Robe – made from his shed skin, Singogeni Armor – made from his blood, Adrawuruk Mace – made from one of his teeth, Gandapati Whip – made from a tendon thread, Dalagulun Scythe – made from broken bone fragments, Barusenta Mask – made from Semar’s flesh,” Sudirja explained.





“You mean he was sealed by his own creations?” William asked.

“Yes. The artifact he created betrayed him, after he was sealed, the artifacts became tools used by other demon kings,” Randiman concluded.