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Descend into the Abyss : lead the world to extinction

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In a world veiled by greed and governed by the doctrine of possession, a man emerges from the shadows… Jo Sang-go Heishi, a Japanese intelligence operative whose existence itself feels like a classified secret. He is dispatched to the United States on a mission shrouded in silence: to retrieve a sacred relic known only as “The Meteor Sword (Abyss)”… a weapon whispered about more than it is understood. Four months later, the mission is complete. Or so it seemed. In the midst of the operation, something shifts. The system that once protected him begins to hunt him. The U.S. government turns against him without warning, forcing him into the role of a fugitive. With no answers and no allies, Heishi flees back to his homeland… chasing fragments of a truth that refuses to reveal itself. But what awaits him is far worse than betrayal. He no longer exists. His identity… erased. His name… wiped from every intelligence database, as if he had never been there at all. A perfect disappearance. A perfect lie. From that moment on, Jo’s life begins to collapse, one shock bleeding into another… until the final blow strikes: the death of his wife. Something inside him breaks. Days blur into nights, and purpose dissolves into emptiness. He becomes nothing more than a wandering ghost in his own life… a drunken man hiding inside an abandoned house, far from the world that discarded him. Until the past finds him. One night, an unexpected visitor arrives… Eric, his former American ally. But something is wrong. Through a haze of alcohol and fractured memories, Heishi raises a knife… not in defense, but in something darker. Something he cannot fully control. The blade moves. Then—darkness. His body collapses, consumed by an ethylic coma. Silence. And then… A voice. Not human. Not distant. Not close. “You have been chosen…” “…to become a player.” A pause… heavy, suffocating. {Do you accept?} When he opens his eyes again, the world is no longer the same. Or perhaps… it never was. He stands in a realm where reality bends, where truth is buried beneath layers of illusion… And there, he is given a title: The King of Misguidance. A being not meant to exist… yet destined to rise. Now, he must learn to control the power within him… or be consumed by it. And at the center of it all lies a single target— A force that calls itself order… The X Government.
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Chapter 1 - Volume 1: False Beginning – Birth of Nothingness: Chapter 1: Flickers of a Lonely Century

تنبيه [ ] … تنبيه [ ] … تنبيه [ ] …

لقد ارتفع مستواك!

لقد وصلت إلى أعلى مستوى!

لقد تطورت جميع القدرات إلى أعلى مستوياتها.

النظام...

آه... يبدو أن كل شيء قد تغير عما كان عليه من قبل...؟

إشعار = خطأ

إشعار = خطأ

إشعار = خطأ

هل يجب عليّ... التحقق من لوحة التطور؟

...هاه؟ لماذا هو فارغ؟

...لقد أصبح هذا النظام معقدًا للغاية...

يا إلهي... إنه شعور...

لا أعرف.

لكن للحظة، شعرت بشيء غريب.

تلك الشظايا الضوئية...

إنها تتشتت أكثر فأكثر.

لدي هذا الشعور...

بأن شيئاً ما على وشك الحدوث...

الفصل الأول: ومضات من قرن وحيد

هاه... سامحني للحظة، لكن...

ما جدوى الحياة

إذا كان مقدراً لنا أن نرحل كأجساد هامدة،

مدفونين تحت الأرض...

منسيين من الجميع؟

ومن أنت لتقول مثل هذا الكلام؟

ما هو حقك في الكلام؟

ها ها ها ها...

يا لها من حياة بائسة... لماذا كل هذا اللوم؟

لقد أخذت مني شيئاً ثميناً.

أليست هذه هي قاعدتك؟

أن تأخذ... ثم تعطي؟

لا.

لا!!!

أعدكِ يا عزيزتي...

سيشهد هذا العالم يوماً ما كسوفاً مبهراً في وضح النهار.

مهما حدث...

سينقلب الوضع رأساً على عقب.

وكما قال ذلك العاشق النرجسي لحبيبته ذات مرة:

"إذا لم تستطع يوماً رؤية زرقة السماء وسط ظلمة المحيط..."

أقسم لك

أنني سأدمر العالم من أجلك.

لأنني...

"هاوية العالم".

24 سبتمبر 2024،

مكان ما بالقرب من محطة قطار - الجزائر العاصمة، الجزائر

آه... حتى في شهر سبتمبر...

لا يزال الجو حاراً نوعاً ما.

وهذه الرطوبة الخانقة... اللعنة!

من الذي ادعى أن الجزائر تتمتع بمناخات متنوعة،

وخاصة أن عاصمتها أكثر اعتدالاً من بقية المناطق؟

اللعنة...

اللعنة...

اللعنة على أجهزة المخابرات... اللعنة على الجيش...

ولكن لا يوجد شيء يمكنني فعله.

سكير مثلي...

تائه في تهوره خلال شبابه،

والآن ينجرف من مكان إلى آخر،

ولا يعرف حتى من أين يبدأ.

…أوه.

سامحني.

لقد انشغلت بهذه الأجواء الصاخبة

ونسيت أن أقدم نفسي.

اسمي جوزينجو هيشي .

طالبة يابانية.

ولدت في شيبويا في 14 سبتمبر 2007.

والآن... عمري تسعة عشر عاماً.

بصراحة، لقد أخطأت معك.

لقد استعجلت الأمور.

كيف انتهى بي المطاف في الجزائر؟

لماذا... وكيف أدمنت الكحول؟

هذه أسئلة طُرحت في وقت مبكر جداً.

إذن...

دعونا نعود بالزمن إلى الوراء

ونفهم القصة من البداية.

In truth…

I am a member of Japan's International Intelligence Office.

But the real question is—

how could someone my age…

become an intelligence operative?

I was born into an ordinary family,

like most people in Japan.

My father was a soldier in the national army.

Because of his low salary,

which was not enough to support a family of six,

he was forced to work multiple extra jobs—

during his days off,

and even beyond his working hours.

All of that…

just to give us a decent life

and a proper education.

At home, my siblings and I shared everything—

clothes, tools… even a room.

Despite being the eldest,

I excelled in my studies.

And though I loved learning…

I was deeply fascinated by planning,

by order…

by the military.

After finishing high school,

I joined the national army,

benefiting from both my academic ranking

and my background in cybersecurity.

All of this…

was to repay my father.

Because he died…

from a heart attack,

caused by exhaustion and overwork.

My mother…

fell into deep psychological shock.

And I…

I was only fourteen years old.

His final words to me were…

"Go on, my son…"

— Huh…? Father?

"Come here, my son…"

In that moment, I was terrified for him.

For the first time, I felt as if

all regret, sorrow, and exhaustion

had gathered… at once…

beneath the setting sun.

"Father… what's happening to you?

Take it easy… here, sit down—lie on the couch…"

"My son… you have no excuse."

— What…? Father, what do you mean?

You seem tired these days… don't strain yourself talking…

"My son… enough.

I know you're worried about my condition."

"My dear boy…

I have done a lot for you all.

And I know…

that I may leave this world today… or tomorrow."

"My son… promise me one thing."

"Your precious time…

devote it only to the things you truly love."

"That is my wish…

so promise me."

And in that moment…

I saw the sunset unfold before my eyes.

And I knew…

my father…

was gone.

Aaah…

That moment…

felt like the final farewell itself…

…Father.

That was how my story with the army began.

Or maybe… just how my story began.

I could say it was fate.

But not everything fate brings is clear.

After only one year… everything changed.

I hadn't even finished training.

Yet, I found myself inside Japanese international intelligence.

The youngest among them.

قالوا إن ذلك يعود إلى جهودي.

ربما دراستي أيضاً.

لكن الأمر لم يتوقف عند هذا الحد.

أصبحتُ العميل إكس.

ثم بدأت المهمات.

واحدة تلو الأخرى.

كل ذلك لحماية أصول الدولة.

أو هكذا قالوا.

إلى أن جاءت تلك المهمة.

عاجل.

غريب.

ومثير للقلق.

الوجهة: الولايات المتحدة.

الهدف: استعادة كنز ثقافي.

"سيف النيزك".

تحت اسم ديني.

"سيف الهاوية".

هدف…

لم يكن الأمر يبدو كمهمة.

ولا حتى بداية واحدة.

كان هناك شيء آخر.

شيء لم يُقال.