Night settled completely.
The school fell silent.
Too silent.
Only a single lamp remained—
casting long shadows across the empty field.
Pak Rahmat stepped out of the staff room.
A tablet in his hand.
His expression—
different this time.
Urgent.
"There's something you need to see."
Arga, Sinta, and Bimo stepped closer.
The screen lit up.
A map.
Indonesia.
Dots of light scattered across it.
Dozens—
no—
hundreds.
Blinking.
Alive.
"What is that…?" Sinta whispered.
"MBG network," Pak Rahmat said.
He zoomed in.
Clusters of light pulsed across multiple cities.
"And these…"
"…are active responses."
Silence.
Bimo stared, eyes wide.
"…there are so many like us…"
Pak Rahmat nodded.
"You're not rare."
A brief pause.
"…you're early."
A notification flashed.
NEW ACTIVATION DETECTED
Location: Bandung
Status: UNSTABLE
The screen shifted.
A live feed appeared.
Shaky at first.
Unclear.
Then—
focused.
A classroom.
Desks overturned.
Chairs scattered.
In the center—
a girl stood trembling.
Her breathing uneven.
Her hands shaking.
Cracks spread across the floor around her.
Her lunch box lay open.
Three glowing grains.
"…I didn't mean to…" she whispered.
A teacher approached carefully.
"Calm down…"
Too late.
The energy surged.
A desk beside her—
CRASH!
Flipped violently.
The screen went black.
Silence.
Sinta's voice dropped.
"…she's like us."
Pak Rahmat nodded.
"…but alone."
Arga's expression changed.
Not fear.
Decision.
"We're not just training anymore."
Pak Rahmat looked at him.
"…go on."
Arga stepped forward.
"If this is happening everywhere…"
"…then waiting is a mistake."
Silence.
Sinta understood instantly.
"…we go to them."
Bimo blinked.
"…we what?"
"We help them," Arga said.
"Before Junk Dominion reaches them first."
Pak Rahmat crossed his arms.
"…that's not a simple mission."
"No," Arga replied.
"…it isn't."
"But doing nothing is worse."
Silence lingered.
Then—
a faint smile appeared on Rahmat's face.
"…good."
He turned the tablet toward them.
Several points turned red.
"Junk Dominion is moving toward unstable targets."
"Not random."
"Calculated."
Sinta clenched her fists.
"…they're hunting."
"Yes."
Pak Rahmat's voice was steady.
"And now…"
He looked directly at them.
"…so are we."
Bimo blinked.
"…wait, we're hunting now?!"
"No," Sinta corrected calmly.
"…we're intercepting."
Pak Rahmat tapped the screen.
The Bandung signal expanded.
"That girl."
"She's priority."
"If she loses control—"
He didn't finish.
He didn't need to.
Arga looked at Sinta.
Then at Bimo.
No words.
Just understanding.
"We go tonight."
Sinta nodded immediately.
"…I'm ready."
Bimo sighed.
"…I'm definitely not ready."
A pause.
"…but I'm coming anyway."
Suddenly—
another notification flashed.
MULTIPLE UNSTABLE SIGNALS DETECTED
Locations spread rapidly across the screen.
Jakarta.
Surabaya.
Yogyakarta.
More lights.
More activations.
More danger.
Pak Rahmat's expression hardened.
"…it's accelerating."
Arga opened his lunch box.
Five grains.
Glowing.
Stable.
Alive.
He closed it slowly.
"…then we don't have time."
Somewhere in Bandung—
the girl stood alone.
Breathing unevenly.
Her hands trembling.
Outside—
a black car stopped.
The door opened.
A man stepped out.
Hat low.
Smile calm.
"…found you."
Back at the school—
Pak Rahmat looked at the three of them.
"This is no longer training."
A pause.
"…this is deployment."
Silence.
But this time—
there was no hesitation.
Only resolve.
They stepped forward.
Out into the night.
Not as students.
Not as beginners.
But as something new.
Across the country—
lights continued to appear.
One by one.
Unstable.
Uncontrolled.
Unprotected.
And for the first time—
the lines were clear.
Junk Dominion
was hunting.
And the Nutrition Guardians—
had begun to move.