"waah! Help me!" Someone get me out of this place "
"Aa no, no nooooo! Save,, Save meee!"
"Please, I was wrong, don't do this to me!"
.
"Aaah! I am rich! I will give you everything I have just let me out of this fuc***g hell!"
The screams got louder and of hoarse cries, full of agony, so broken they barely seemed like voices of people anymore.
Fu Yang's mind twitched inside the mess. His eyes struggled to lift and once they did, a sharp burn hit his throat. Tightly wrapped was a chain and it was like lava was poured on it. Hot enough to even wake a dead from slumber. He than sucked air, but each breath brought fire through him.
His mind froze. Only one thing first came to his mind.
(What kept me from dying? Did I not detonated my self)
He thought about the blast.
Flames roared, heat burned, skin gone, skeleton shattered. Death felt like the right move at that time. Still somehow, he's still alive.
But when he looked at his surroundings, the scene made him stop thinking any foolish ideas, and only one sentence came out from his mouth.
"Am I … in hell?"
Around him, shadows ( souls) twisted, stumbling, more like mist shaped into people. Each one chained, the chains burning bright, pulling them slowly to the same direction.
And when he moved his head to look where they were being pulled. His eyes snaped wide open.
Ahead, a swirling storm of flames tore through the sky, huge enough to rip space apart, covering everything with its size. With a howl like tormented voice . Each second, it dragged the mist shaped people, yanking them inward with raw power. When those people hit the center, they curled up - crisp and fragile - falling into the boiling river beneath.
The view hit hard, even for someone like
Fu Yang.
Heuk.
"What the—! I'm being pulled in too!"
The chain yanked hard against his throat. Not just his body - but something deeper jerked toward the firestorm's core. Each time he was dragged towards the storm's core, he felt his self burning more and more.
He twisted, eyes trembling, hoping to find even one thing strong enough to hold him back. Yet he found nothing but just waves of lost people vanishing into the roaring blaze.
"Aaaaah—aaaaah—aaaaaah!"
Time stretched thin. As he got closer to the storm, each second dragged like, endless. Yet with every step, cries rose in volume. If someone heard them on real world, they will drill through skin, sank past even bones.
He tried gritting but there weren't any teeth for him to grit.
Thoughts moved rapidly.
He now started mumbling to himself.
(I took those actions 'cause there wasn't another option - )
Clang clang, ( sound of chains)
( I took lives. I was forced to? I turned my back on those who weren't useful, who cares? Just trying to stay alive.
Why, why, why, why
Was i wrong, was i wrong, was i wrong )
Clang clang,
Over and over, again and again, he said the same thing - like a plea to keep the storm's rage, far far away from him. Still, each time it came out, the wind crept nearer, devouring reasons, imaginations anything that tried to explain.
The chain pulled tighter, cutting off his breath. Yet his arms and legs shook, while something deep inside flinched. Fear gripped him hard - but then, out of nowhere, a sharp thought cut through.
"Wait… my soul isn't from this world. So why am I trapped in this world's hell?" His eyes widened, light flickering in their depths. " I don't understand, why, why.
is it because I was in a different body?"
And it was like someone was just waiting for
fu yang to say these words.
And then suddenly a loud crack tore through the sky.
Kkkkkkkkkkkk—
The storm shook hard. Inside its glowing core, a rough tear split wide - showing what couldn't be real.
Darkness.
Not the dark of nighttime, or the creep of dread, but empty space. A hole with no glow, no shape, no finish. No warmth came from it, no noise, no sign - just blank. Still, that emptiness felt weightier, darker, scarier than fire ever could.
Fu Yang froze, eyes wide, the chains slipping a bit. Right then - first moment since he'd woken up in this place - a flicker of "maybe I am saved" lit up inside him.
Yet joy vanished just as fast as it showed up.
Beside him, endless shadows, souls, screamed - no pain, just raw fear. For them, the storm's grip flipped backward; chains crumbled to dust, gone. Loose now, they bolted every way, racing away from the void inside the whirl.
Fu Yang's eyes grew wide.
"Their chains… gone?"
He turned towards to his neck, his chains were still present - and immediately the fiery cuff cooled down, pulling him in deeper toward the storm where the dark void appeared.
Out of everyone present, why's it just him? Just his throat still tied with chains, he would have also ran far far away from this storm?
His face went shadowed, anger mixed with hopelessness pulling tight.
"Shitty luck of mine…"
The wind screamed through the air. Meanwhile, the gap below grew wider. Suddenly, the chain around Fu Yang's throat jerked hard his body lurched forward, weightless, helpless.
Around him, the freed souls slowly started to fade away into the distance, their screams, echoing faintly, swallowed by the storm. The distance narrowed until there was only him, the cold chain, and the void waiting with silent hunger.
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