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Abyss Holder

In the desolate urban sprawl, there existed a boy named Steven – a name as commonplace as the concrete beneath his worn-out shoes. His figure, terribly slender, bore the weight of days without sustenance, a stark reflection of the harsh life within the shadows of the towering skyscrapers. His disheveled appearance spoke of deprivation; his clothing, little more than rags haphazardly sewn together, clung to his meager frame. Steven's features, though obscured by grime, revealed a haunting contrast. His black hair, adorned with a few rebellious red strands, framed a face marked by hardship. His pupils, black with a faint but discernible red tint, mirrored the desolation etched into his soul. Staring into the familiar darkness that enveloped his existence, Steven couldn't help but voice the silent question that echoed in his mind, "When is this going to end?" The abyss, seemingly attuned to his despair, responded with a transformative touch. The surroundings, once stagnant and oppressive, began to shift and change before him, trapping him in a perpetual cycle of witnessing his own tragic past unfold. Transported back to the age of six, Steven found himself amidst the warmth of familial joy, his parents' and his own expressions radiating happiness. Yet, even in the midst of this fleeting respite, the relentless cycle persisted, as if destiny reveled in replaying the moments that fueled the flames of his recurrent nightmares. Fighting against the inexorable pull of his haunting memories, Steven, like a slum-bound ghost, yearned for an end to the perpetual loop. The city's towers cast long shadows over his struggle, and the contrast between the opulence above and his desolation below fueled his determination for a better life. In the midst of this dire reality, Steven's path took an unexpected turn when he made the resolute decision to enlist in the military. The armed forces, a gateway to opportunity and escape from the slum's oppressive grasp, promised a chance to break free from the shackles of his impoverished past. Little did Steven know that his journey would extend far beyond the familiar streets of the slums. The military, equipped with advanced technology and knowledge of other dimensions, opened doors to realms previously unimaginable. As he explored new universes and studied the cosmic mysteries, Steven's quest for a better life evolved into a cosmic odyssey, challenging not only the limits of his physical existence but also the boundaries of reality itself. Throughout this transformative journey, Steven, emotionally reserved and scarred by the echoes of his past, found solace in the bonds forged amidst the trials of the military. Trust and love became the cornerstones of his emotional awakening, as he learned to unveil the layers of vulnerability hidden beneath his stoic exterior. As Steven navigates the interwoven tapestry of action, tragedy, romance, sci-fi, adventure, and dimensions, the narrative expands to reflect the complexity of his existence. The story, no longer confined to the limitations of the slums, becomes a symphony of emotions, echoing the resilient spirit of a young man determined to transcend the shadows of his past and embrace the limitless possibilities that unfold across the cosmic expanse.

BlackRaven_ · Fantasy
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UNKNOW

I was back in the abyss, staring at the same dream for the nth time. But when I began to regain my consciousness, I gradually opened my eyes. 'Where am I?' I wondered as I looked about, and as I tried to get up, I found myself bound to a chair. I yanked on the rope when I felt it around my hands and feet. As soon as I did so, I heard a voice "So you've woken up? And here I was considering smacking you to wake you up." a voice said of a man said "So, kid, I just have a few questions. If you can answer them, I might let you leave here alive."

The same guy had barged into his hut. He had a big smile that sent chills down my spine "Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" With a steady voice, I inquired. Even though my life was in danger, I remained cool.

Is this one of the mutations I was wondering about? But a smack jolted me out of my reverie. When I stared at the man, he asked, "Do you believe you have the right to ask questions, boy?" I could sense mockery in his eyes as he questioned, "Where did you find this bag?"

"And why should you give a damn?" With a scornful tone, I questioned him again.

After hearing my inquiry, the man burst out laughing and repeated my comments after half a minute of continuous laughter "Why should I give a damn? Oh man, this kid is hilarious. The boy got guts, but you should know when to question and when to obey "Then he signaled to one of his men, and a man in a black leather apron emerged with a tray full of various instruments. As soon as the guy gave him the signal, he bowed down and "chhr," followed by the voice of flesh tearing, "AAAAAAAHHHHHH...." My mouth erupted in a scream.

The man rose, holding a nail to an instrument. "So boy, now you want to answer?" he questioned, smiling. Steven was afraid and his thoughts were a jumbled mess due to the pain. "I discovered it on a man," I said genuinely.

"Haha, I see I see," the burly man said, "Where is that man now?" He inquired, "I don't know," I replied honestly. "I see," the guy responded, motioning to his man.

"CCHR," flesh-taring sounds came once again, this time through Steven's fingers. Then another scream followed, "AAAAAAHHHHHHH..." Steven screamed in agony, "Now tell me, boy, where is that man?"

"I don't know, but I'm telling you the truth. Believe me. " Steven said, "I see, so you don't know," the man said with a smile. "AAAAAAHHHHHH..." screams, followed by the sound of tearing fleas for hours because of torture. They asked Steven about the man and what was inside the bag, but they didn't ask anything about the mana core. They were just interested in the man. They assumed Steven was someone the person knew and handed him the bag, but after hours of torture, the man realized they must have selected a kid who randomly picked the bag. Well, it appears you didn't know anything, kid, "he chuckled, "So regardless, get rid of this youngster and restart the search." The man ordered his men, and he turned around and started to use a device.

Steven was injured and battered, with all of his nails missing and three of his fingers fractured. I went through all of this for what? Sorry, and you want to get rid of me? ' Steven was outraged, and his wrath was out of control. "I'll kill YOU!" Steven murmured. "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" Steven continues to murmur in a low voice

The man heard something from behind and turned around. He turned toward Steven and approached him, saying, "Oh, you want to say anything before you die?" But then Steven moved, and the burly man felt pain.

Steven had his right hand through his stomach. As he stared at Steven, he noticed a black aura emanating from him, which horrified him. The dark aura could be seen with the naked eye. Everyone who witnessed this took a step back instinctively. Steven gazed about with his red blazing eyes, sending shivers down everyone's spine. Steven took one step, then vanished, and a thud was heard as one of the men on the right side went down with his head still in the air. As soon as his head dropped, "THUD," and Steven vanished and reappeared in front of another man, thrusting his palm directly through his chest, crushing his heart.

"Kill him!" said the huge burly man as he sought to cover the cut on his stomach. Everyone awoke from their stupor when they heard this. They began sprinting towards him. A guy attempted to kick Steven, but he ducked and sliced his leg with his mana-covered hand. Then a man thrust a long Katana-like blade at Steven's head, but a mana bullet pierced his skull before he could reach him. Steven used his body as a shield as two people fired a Lazer blaster at him while he was hiding. Steven fired two mana bullets from his fingers, piercing their heads.

All the men fell one by one, and Steven was covered in blood from head to toe, as was the floor. There were only two people left. The burly man and the one who tormented him in a black leather apron. Steven was staring up at the ceiling, taking heavy and long breaths, his eyes still burning red and a faint black aura emanating from him.

When Steven turned, he had a crazed smirk on his face, and they felt as if they were right in front of a ferocious wild beast.

He approached them slowly and said, "Now it's your turn."

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