Novel & Cerita The Age Of Man

“Look at you. You still look the same.” I frowned. I didn’t understand what he meant. “What are you talking about? Explain yourself properly. Why are you saying I have not aged?” The man laughed in a strange way, like he was losing his mind. “Fifteen years ago we were just young adults in the army. I was newly married, Rodri was still a mama's boy, Tommy just had a new cut for the first time in his life. And boy, he was so happy about it.” The man cleared his throat. “We joined Unit Nine together. But you have not aged over thirty! Look at me! I am thirty-five now. My hair is already turning grey and my body hurts every morning.”

asked Nicko then looked at Mr Young in more detail and asked again, "I noticed that you are in good health and when I analyzed your face, there didn't seem to be any problems?" Nicko was silent for a moment and started to pay attention again and said, “Hmm, yeah, there is a bit of a problem, but this is normal in my opinion, if someone has passed the age of forty, they will usually experience a decrease in cells. You just need to maintain a healthy diet and move often, at least walking for thirty minutes a day to keep your body fit and not affected by any disease.

a man with long white hair that fell past his shoulders replied seriously. He wasn’t actually old. He was a young man in his early thirties, but he had deliberately dyed his hair white. As a result, anyone who saw him from a distance would probably mistake him for an older man without knowing his actual age. “If I come across a base, I’ll join it immediately,” he added with a heavy sigh. “I’m tired of having to do everything by myself.”

But from the look that Acelon showed, he was probably around thirty-four years old. “Age is just number, it doesn't really matter. Look at your reflection in the mirror, aren't we the same? Humans are actually only classified into four types, children, adolescents, adults, and the elderly. Right now we are both at the adult human stage, so aren't we the same?”

Because the only answer that came into my head is something that opposes my long time belief. “Love.” "Huh?" "Fall in love,” I suggested. He did not reply. His mouth opened but closed again. “How old are you?” I asked again. “33,” he answered in slow pace. He’s older than me. “Then the only way is to fall in love with the right person and date her for real.” “Dating at this age?” he uttered. “Isn’t it too late?” “It is not too late for everything. A 27 year-old man became a CEO then died at 50. A 50 year-old man became a CEO and died at 90. Do you know that saying?”

Maybe he didn't had a wife or something because he's busy with his life and career. I wonder how old is this man? Maybe fifties, sixties or whatever. I let out a deep and loud breath. Now matter what happen, I need to have an interview with this man. I need to!

"Unless you want to wear this world female's clothes or my clothes, you better draw one and come with me" [I can never wear this world's female clothes] Those are too revealing. I can't wear something like that on a daily basis. I would die of shame. "Well, you are too young for that anyway," he said with a small chuckle. [I am not that young. 18 is the usual age where a person is considered an adult in our world. So I am an adult] "And those women you have met will probably be in their age of minimum 500" [500?] How old? But they look so young. Not more than a year older than me.

Adrian asked, his cold tone gone. “Well, someone who is two hundred and thirty is regarded as an old man,” Adelia replied casually, and she started eating. “But I’m not old,” Adrian cried out. “It was like an insult calling him old. For someone to even be regarded as old in their world, they had to be at least eight hundred years old, just like Alphaeus.” “Alright, Old man,” Adelia replied, and a smirk appeared on her face when she saw the unhappy look on Adrian’s face. “You know what, I think I will start calling you old man.”

– responds Julius. - Sit down and tell me what you want from this poor old man. - Sorry sir, but is it really true that you are 500 years old? - Julius asks. - 500 years? – the elderly man asks, laughing. – Oh goddess, no. I'm not 500 years old. - I thought so. – Julius says, looking at Shane. You probably can’t help me.

Capital City! Inside a quiet courtyard. An old man and a young man were playing chess. The old man looked like he was in his 70s or 80s. Despite his age and a head full of silver hair, he still looked vigorous. He had been spared from the weakness of aging. Although the young man was at least thirty years old, he was younger compared to the old man. “You’re getting better and better at chess, Stan!” The old man said cheerfully.