Yarakmen Of Chains

After the conversation between German and the Faceless One ended, German appeared in his private room… where the design of the room was strange and of an old Gothic style. The room was also large and spacious.

There were shadows and ghosts moving very slowly, all staring at German, and the ceiling seemed to move like clouds drifting through the sky.

There was a large bed connected to the ground, as if it were a tree, with drops of blood on it. In the left corner of the room, there was a small library containing a collection of books in an old style.

"Man, we live in a world with a strange design. Everything is moving and unstable. But the weird thing is… why isn't the room upside down while the main hall is? And also, what about the Faceless One's office… Never mind. If I think about every detail, I'll go crazy soon." German spoke strangely, placing his finger on his chin as he looked around at the strange design of the room.

He continued:

"There are some ghostly figures with human forms here, and the weird thing is that they're talking to each other while staring at me."

"It seems he's the new guest of this family," said one ghost who was reading and adjusting his glasses, speaking about German.

"Look at him, he's tall… He's my type," said a group of ghost girls admiring German.

"I just hope he doesn't die the same way I did," said an old man in a tired tone, holding his severed head.

German was stunned by the ghosts in his room. He spoke sarcastically as he looked at them:

"Looks like I've got a group of weirdos in my room… except for that ghost girl who flirted with me… she's beautiful."

"Hey friends… friends… I'm trying to explore my new room, and it seems you're my roommates. So please don't bother me when I'm reading from the library or trying to sleep." German approached the bed, raised both hands, and started addressing the ghosts in his room.

The ghost girl who flirted with him earlier approached and spoke in a dark romantic tone:

"No one will ever come near you, my beautiful hunter."

"Seems I've got a beautiful guard. That's nice," German said, then walked toward the library to read the books.

He pulled out an old Gothic-style chair that looked like it was about to break…

"Man, everything's so old here. What was that idiot thinking designing things like this," German said mockingly, referring to the Faceless One.

As he sat on the chair, he looked left and right, then sighed, leaning back.

"Thank God Phanex isn't here. He only knows how to break arms or strangle… What a bastard. Anyway, let's focus on what we have here."

There were only three books on the shelf, but they were very large, with what looked to be over 500 pages each.

Each book had a name or entity listed as the author. The first book had a strange and terrifying name: The Seeker of Chaos.

The second book had a title and author as well. The title: Not Everything Written in History is True… A Loser Can Change Whatever He Wants. Author: Joshua the Fool.

The third book was the most famous—The Nightmare, by (Danis). German remembered the name, as the Faceless One mentioned it in their last conversation.

German placed his finger on his chin, thinking deeply and calmly like an owl:

"Danis… I heard that name earlier when the Faceless One mentioned it. And the strange thing is, the title of the book is suspicious… it feels like it's describing events that will happen soon, or maybe just a bunch of writings from a guy trying to make money off legends."

He continued as he stared closely at the illustration on the book. It showed a crimson moon dripping blood and a massive, strange-looking entity sitting on it.

"Is that entity from my world? Is there a connection between this nightmare and my world? So many questions, and the answers might be in this book."

German slowly opened the book to the first page. A terrifying and powerful layered voice echoed:

"You must fear… the ancient nightmare."

Then the voice disappeared completely. German, shocked by the strange voice, spoke in a slightly shaken tone:

"Seems like the ancient nightmare is a great power in this world. Apparently, it was a massacre from ages ago…"

He looked at the first page and found written:

"Not all laws apply to every world, and not every world has laws."

"The most terrifying thing for humans and beings beyond them… is the fear of the unknown."

"Remember well, these monsters… are not monsters, but the mistakes of past humans."

This first page carried heavy, strange words—as if it were an introduction to what would come next in the book.

"Heavy words… they carry a strange weight. Man, I'm using my brain too much now—I'm starting to sound like Abraham," German said sarcastically, trying to understand the book.

He turned the page and immediately saw a strange, powerful name…

"And in the first line… in the name of the studied king in the text, whom I saw with my blue eyes… I will write how the nightmare descends just by uttering his name, and that is… 'The Lord Without a Name'…"

German read the line and didn't quite understand what it meant, but he continued reading:

"The Nightmare isn't just an ordinary name. It's something beyond perception… when you see an entity with one head and one eye walking swiftly and slicing your head off with threads you couldn't even see—because his hand is in another world! Or an entity with terrifying traits, like having an eye where blood flows like a waterfall, and four arms that can erase the concept of the universe… What will you do in front of such overwhelming power?"

German finished reading the last line on the second page:

"The Cursed Castle… a castle with no doors or stairs to reach the next floor, only wormholes that teleport you across the castle by shattering every particle within you… and the terror lies in the presence of the great guardian 'Vanosk of the Broken Hand' who protects the dimension leading to complete perception."

German turned to the next page, but there were no words—only blood appearing to flow across the blank pages.

He closed the book and placed it back on the shelf. He stared up at the ceiling, stunned… then leaned forward, placing his hand on his forehead, lost in deep thought:

"With such entities… there's no escape from death at all. A person must grow stronger to survive."

He stood up and walked toward the bed, deep in thought… Sometimes, peeking beyond perception leads to madness and excessive thinking.

"The prince is going to sleep, everyone must be quiet," the ghost girl called out to the others, urging them to keep silent.

"At least these ghosts bring a nice vibe in this dead nightmare," German said with a sarcastic smile as he looked up at the ceiling.

German fell into deep sleep…

"Wake up, hunter."

"Wake up, you who lost your head and entered this torment."

"Wake up, avenger. You won't slice your killer's neck unless you sharpen your sword."

"Wake up… you two-faced one!"

German woke up startled in the middle of a street, due to the unknown voice and strange words he heard.

"What happened? Where am I?" German lifted his body partially and looked around in utter confusion.

The place he was in was a half-destroyed black street, filled with large coffins scattered around. There were broken horse carriages, and even the horses were killed in brutal ways. On either side were strange Gothic-style houses.

There were fires everywhere… and the sun was about to set. German stood up and looked around… the place was very unfamiliar to the region of 'Hrayamed'.

"Same Victorian designs and the suffocating atmosphere that brings anxiety… and weirdly, there are coffins everywhere," German wondered about this strange place. Despite his toughness in terrifying situations, anxiety and fear showed on his face.

As he looked here and there, he saw a house with blood flowing from under its door, then retreating back into the house. German was a bit shocked.

He approached to investigate the house and saw a black light shining at the door.

"What kind of strange light is this?" German was surprised by the unnatural glow—it seemed like it came from another world.

He knocked on the door to see if someone was inside.

Knock… Knock… Knock…

"No answer, seems like there's no o—"

Suddenly, a voice of an old woman interrupted him in anger.

"You filthy hunter! Get away from my house! Everything that's happening in the city of 'Yarakmen' is because of you! You brought the curse upon us, the loyal ones to the Crimson!"

'What's up with this crazy old hag?' German was confused by her unexpected outburst.

"I don't know what hunters did to you, but are there even people still living here? It looks like not even an insect could survive in this place," German spoke calmly, hoping to get some answers from the old woman.

"I told you, get away from my house, filthy hunter!" the old woman screamed loudly, demanding German leave.

"Fine, I'll leave. What a damn hag," he muttered angrily, stepping away from the door.

German continued walking through this strange, ruined street… until he heard a group of people at the tilted end of the street.

"Are they monsters? I wouldn't even be surprised if they were," German muttered as he walked toward them.

He reached the end of the street and found a group of monsters wearing long cloaks and tall black hats. Their features glowed with black light.

Some of these monsters held long-range rifles, standing atop broken carriages in sniper positions. Others carried a variety of weapons—swords, scythes, hammers, knives, and more.

In front of them was a broken gate, connected by chains hanging from the sky, and to the right was a staircase leading upwards… to some unknown place.

The monsters moved their heads quickly and bizarrely, as if someone was controlling their minds.

Some of these monsters mutter strange words, speaking in English—but it's incomprehensible.

One of the monsters fired a shot at German, hitting him in the shoulder. German grabbed his shoulder, both furious and in pain. He looked at the monster who shot him, standing atop the carriage.

The monsters began to fire a barrage of bullets. German dodged them all with incredible speed. The rest of the monsters charged toward him, drawn by the noise.

"All of this… because of that filthy whore. And now how am I supposed to face them without a weapon?" German was extremely irritated as he searched for a way out of this situation.

German attacked one of the monsters, grabbing its head and smashing it into the ground, shattering it into small pieces. Then, he took its weapon—a scythe.

German charged at them with full force, beginning with the ones holding rifles. He slayed four of them with terrifying speed. One of the monsters fired at German. He dodged and threw the scythe toward the creature, severing its head.

German grabbed the scythe, looked at it with a terrifying smile, and said in a sharp tone:

"What a beautiful weapon for hunting… looks like I found the right one."

German rushed toward the rest, killing them quickly and brutally. Heads flew through the air from the speed of his slashes.

He killed all the monsters except one, who walked slowly while muttering:

"Because of you, Kyodion the heretic, you turned everyone in Caramin City into monsters… you made the Ancients hate us… Why did you kill the poor child?"

This monster held a staff engulfed in fire. It tried to throw it at German, but he dodged and decapitated it.

"Who is this Kyodion? Is he the reason behind all these disasters? I no longer know if this is a dream or reality… The only way to know the truth—or the dream—is to continue walking down this dark path." German was slightly stunned by the way the monster spoke of this mysterious person.

German approached the gate. He grabbed it, then looked up and spoke, his voice filled with dread:

"What kind of thing caused this gate to be chained to the sky? This is truly terrifying…"

He looked around, trying to find another path… and found a staircase leading upward.

"Looks like these stairs lead to the next place."

German climbed the stairs, and when he stepped onto the floor above, he found himself on a medium-sized bridge leading to an open marketplace. But he had to get past two enormous werewolves.

The bridge was also bound with gigantic chains from the sky—chains of endless length. German looked behind him and saw a massive broken wall, but strangely, nothing could be seen beyond it. Near the wall were shattered carriages and hanging corpses without any rope.

"What is this nightmare I'm in…" German said, his voice filled with great fear.

As he looked at the broken wall, the two werewolves roared at him. German looked at them with both anger and fear, saying:

"The Hunt Has Begun"