My Bio-Nanotech System

32  The Power Of Choice

"It's the natural job of the strongest to protect the weakest. Though we humans have the power of choice.

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I could have stood at the side like the others, with a scowl on my face or disdain, perhaps fear and thought to myself,' the strong prey on the weak!', Or I could have chosen to move forward and save you.

Both choices were open to me, both good and bad. Though I chose the good, I still don't think I'll be going to paradise if I die right now, but, my years of experience taught me that, in most cases, the good choice always leads to a better ending, just like my saving you helping to gain a healer which is an automatic life saver..." Liam explained lengthily almost like he was talking to himself when suddenly both of them heard the increase in heartbeat as they turned towards the young man at the far edge.

"Quit the formality, the weak will die! And only the strong will survive. That's the reality of life." The young man said with a plain expression before turning back and facing the wall.

The silence ensued in the room for the next thirty minutes as Liam stood up from the seat and took out four of the five candles before moving towards the bedroom.

"See you all later in the morning and sweet dreams..." Liam said, jumping on the bed and dozing off.

Three hours later...

The place was almost completely dark save the candlelight barely illuminating the place.

The sound of breathing in the entire place was even, a sign Khan interpreted as that of deep sleep.

Slowly, he rose to his feet as he walked towards the candle and picked it up from the stand, placing it in a lamp-shaped object bedside the stand which was supposed to be some luminous refraction object for the candle.

Gently placing the candle in it and closing the lamp, the light brightened up a little providing much illumination as Khan raised it with the iron handle.

Mitsuri was the only one present in the living room and slept on one of the larger cushions while the remaining three men were in the bedroom.

Seeing she was fast asleep, he walked towards the wall on the other side and raised the candle to see the image imprinted on it.

It was a simple picture, consisting of humans, except they all had long white hair that reached to their back both male and female, and with pointed ears.

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It was a pretty large image, looking more like an entire extended family taking a picture together and the camera couldn't contain it all.

Nonetheless, he saw the pure bright smile on their faces that was like a rising sun at early dawn.

Moving away from it, he checked through the other images in the room.

From them, he could learn, that this house used to belong to a small nuclear family consisting of a father, mother, and a young girl about 15 years of age.

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"Perhaps, these were the former people living here before it became this hellish of a place..." Khan muttered to himself moving to the small desk present in the living room.

There was no book or written material and everything was in the form of pictures, some amateurish type of drawing which was no doubt from that of a childish girl.

"Mirena huh?" Khan muttered seeing the word that was written on the image depicting a young girl in between two people labeled 'Mum' and 'Dad'.

Apart from the images, there was nothing else noteworthy Khan found but he at least learned they used to be a group that lived formerly in this place.

As for how such a group became extinct or if they truly were extinct, he'll learn of that the more he traveled.

Opening up his suitcase, he brought out his equipment, keeping the two daggers inside his sleeves, and the ten bottom-sized grenades were gently tucked into his shirt's Inner pockets.

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The M11 assault rifle could be shortened to the size of a small shotgun and Khan did just that before hiding under his clothes, a space within his trousers and very close to his waist.

Even the clothes he wore were specially chosen by him, and definitely not an ordinary one.

Actually, it was a light battle armor, containing lots of spaces for hiding multitudes of Tech tools while also incredibly light reducing the weight on him for the added equipment and also ease of movement. However, it is still nothing worth mentioning compared to his Techno-Gamma grade Death Soldier battle suits, which had hundreds of extremely beautiful features, its ability to hover with the thrusters beneath it only being one of the multitudes. He had no choice but to do with this, since he couldn't afford that yet.

Lastly was his Katana, and Khan sheathed it before placing it just beside his waist for all to see. It would be strange if he was walking around with no weapons at all and might leave his opponent wary, but with the Katana, he would create an impression of a swordsman on his opponents who wouldn't be aware of the dangerous tools on him.

Though a little mundane, it has worked perfectly On many occasions to catch his enemies off guard and drill a bullet in their skulls before they understood what was going on.

"HU"

Feeling everything in its right position, he heaved a sigh of relief as the feeling of being butt-naked finally disappeared.

Tomorrow was going to be a tough day for sure, but he was more than ready!

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The golden rays from the sunlight passed through the lightly opened space of the window present in the room as Khan opened his eyes turning to stand up.

He could see the group was also slowly standing, all preparing for exit when suddenly his nose crunched together as a surprised expression appeared on his face which didn't go unnoticed by the group.

"What is it?" Liam asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, is it snowing?"

"What!"

"Is he drunk? "

"Where did he get the alcohol?" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Khan ignored their senselessness before moving closer to the window and opening it.  Immediately all of their jaws dropped to the ground.

"It's... it's truly snowing. But how?"