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The hands of the clock hanging on the wall were rotating backward. Halim could not believe his eyes. The pages of the book he had opened were emitting a strange blue light. This was not an ordinary magical story; it was a real gateway to bending the flow of time.
As he took the first step forward, he felt as if he was falling into a deep well. Centuries-old slogans, the clanking of swords, and the scent of bygone eras filled the air. When he stood up, he found himself in the courtyard of a sixteenth-century palace.
His clothes had changed, his appearance had changed, even his name was no longer Halim, but people were calling him by the name of a historical soldier. Now he had to survive in this era and find the purpose of this journey through time.