DarkAngel_

In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



Five weekly chapters: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and two on Sunday.

For a while, I posted only one chapter a week because I ran into a small issue with the 'language'/'naming' of some creatures in the recent chapters. I wasn’t sure which language to use for their names—and I even considered creating a simple one specifically for that purpose. I gave it a try, but I didn’t like the outcome and eventually gave up.

Well, I hope you enjoy what you're about to read.

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Echoes of Hollow

Clearing a path through a wave of monsters with a single slash of his sword, splitting everything in half, Yang Kai sprinted desperately along a crimson walkway he had forged himself, racing toward China. 


'Please...!' he pleaded inwardly, blood trickling from his lips. Ahead, the creatures kept coming, their numbers endless. 'Please... let Mei Ling be safe...!' 


The path was never easy—not once. Yet he pushed himself to the limits of what was possible, or even impossible, given his state. Whether over water or land, it made no difference; wherever he passed, the trail of corpses left behind stretched horrifically, oppressively. Even the airborne monsters nearby weren’t spared when they tried to seize advantage of the chaos, swooping down to attack. All were slaughtered. To any who glimpsed the carnage in his wake, it would’ve been painfully clear: desperation had him in its jaws. 


Chapter 100