Slumbering in the abyss
by M1zushiCodex was already neatly dressed, but their eyes still held a dazed look from their hangover. “You finished eating so quickly?”
“Quickly?” An Yu, on the contrary, felt that watching the videos had slowed him down. “Did you find that page of yours?”
Codex stared blankly for two seconds. “I found it. Didn’t I just tell you? You even told me to hide it, didn’t you?”
An Yu: “Huh?”
“I was trying to tuck it in for a while, but I kept feeling like it would fall out. You passed by and told me that if it wasn’t secure, I should find a place to hide it…”
As Codex was speaking, An Yu couldn’t help but reach out and touch his forehead. “My neighbor used to say that alcohol can cause mental confusion. Do you want to go see the Brain’s researchers?”
“…I was probably so sleepy I couldn’t open my eyes and mistook you for someone else. No wonder your voice sounded a bit hoarse just now, like you had a cold. It didn’t sound like that in the elevator.” Codex sighed speechlessly and waved their hand. “It’s not important. I found it anyway.”
Just as An Yu was about to speak to check if they had a cold, he heard familiar footsteps.
Qin Zhilu walked over. “Your shooting class is in five minutes.”
“I know. Good morning, Commander.” An Yu immediately greeted him, glanced at the Commander’s eyes, then looked away.
He actually wanted to know if the Commander had slept last night, but he didn’t know how to ask.
Codex, who was looking at the menu, suddenly glanced at him and asked naturally, “Morning, Law. Did you sleep well last night?”
Qin Zhilu paused, then casually picked up a pre-packaged sandwich. “It was okay.”
Codex smiled apologetically. “I know very few people at the Spire make small talk with you. I just suddenly felt like asking. Please don’t mind.”
Qin Zhilu shook his head nonchalantly. “I don’t.”
An Yu and Codex exchanged a glance and then silently looked away.
This wasn’t the first time Codex had heard his thoughts, but it seemed to be the first time he felt an indescribable sense of anxiety.
The person taking orders poked his head out. “What can I get for you?”
Codex immediately put the book aside and pointed at the menu. “This one, please. Can you make the eggs tender? The seasoning is a bit complex, sorry, I’ll explain it to you slowly…”
The book was missing a page, though it wasn’t noticeable from the outside. The ribbon marker was tucked in the middle. An Yu casually flipped it open and his eyes swept over a few lines of text.
[An Yu seems to be using the little octopus AI as a Commander-simulator. I feel like his cover will be blown sooner or later.]
[Lumen is really suffering… Yan is so terrifying. Cherish life, stay away from Jin Xuyan…]
[Chao Wu has a crush on Bo, she spent the whole night guessing his mood… Oh my god…]
[Why is Grape’s mind completely filled with his Commander’s gluteus maximus after a secondary lupine aberration… I can’t take it, I have to block him…]
[An is very anxious. He’s worried An Yu will go back on his word and not choose him as his bound support like he said he would. Little butterflies are such two-faced creatures.]
Qin Zhilu reached out and closed the book, stating dispassionately, “It’s time for class.”
“Oh… sorry.” An Yu immediately took a step back and followed the Commander out, saying in a low voice, “Codex really knows too much.”
Qin Zhilu made no comment, only asking casually, “Was there anything about me?”
An Yu shook his head. “He’s said before that your mental defenses are very strong.”
“Strong, are they?” Qin Zhilu glanced at him sideways. “Strong, yet someone still found a loophole and saw everything, didn’t they?”
An Yu fell silent, as if his vital point had been struck.
He followed the Commander through the bustling gym to the empty shooting range and said softly, “I will guard the Commander’s secrets, just as you guard mine.”
Qin Zhilu smiled and casually picked up a gun.
“Then it’s a deal.”
The cold, mechanical sound of a spring echoed in the shooting range. He raised the gun and pointed it at the 100-meter target. “The challenge continues.”
“Yes, sir.”
[Evening.]
“Slumbering in the abyss.
“He once accidentally fell into darkness, but could not sleep in peace.
“Ants in the abyss gnaw without knowing the depths.
“Interwoven with whispers of pain and silent clamor.
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“And reenacted His death…”
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Eye was taken aback. “Huh?”
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An Yu waved his hand, pulled a handful of energy bars from his pocket, tore one open and stuffed it in his mouth, mumbling, “Please continue, don’t mind me.”
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A few days ago, when he came to buy the lottery book, the Poet had said there were no signs of a fourth gear. But now, in the due south corner of the fractured red light, a very faint outline of a fourth gear had appeared, and in the southeastern corner, there seemed to be a few ethereal lines as well.
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“‘Gnaw,'” he read softly. “‘Whispers, clamor.'”
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Hearing this, Eye smiled and turned back. “I don’t really understand it either. Every prophetic poem is a signal from the truth; I’m merely a passive receiver.”
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District 84, memory regression, awakened by his will to embrace the girls’ suffering—that was the whisper of pain.
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“Toyed with by the lowly, an absurd humiliation…”
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With his back to him, Eye was silent for a long time before uncapping his fountain pen and writing the final line.
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He thought Eye was finished, but he saw the tip of the pen was still stuck on the paper, slowly bleeding a blot of ink. After a long moment, Eye, somewhat puzzled, moved the nib to the next line and added another sentence.
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Hmm…
An Yu didn’t get it. He silently tore open another energy bar and stuffed it in his mouth.
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“Er.” Eye coughed lightly. “Not exactly, but since the new edition has new content, it will certainly be a bit more expensive.”
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The Poet shouted from behind him, but An Yu’s pace quickened. When he reached the end of the stairs, he broke into a run, clattering down the steps.
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“They came this morning.” The Poet paused. “They can also see the fractured red light. It started after the distortion with that book.”
The low voice echoed in the empty church. An Yu’s gaze suddenly darkened. “Then in his eyes, is Qin Zhilu also just a big mass of red light casually molded into a human form?”
The Poet nodded. “But he said he could perceive many variables concerning that bigshot, yet he could never say in which of those variables that bigshot could escape his identity as a harbinger of misfortune.” He sighed. “We parted on bad terms and shouldn’t be in contact. But he’s the first person I’ve met who can see the red light like I do. So if you can, please try to persuade him for me. I have no intention of saving the world; I only wish for those around me to stay far away from misfortune. An Yu, you too. Don’t get too close to that bigshot.”
An Yu said nothing. After the echo of the Poet’s words faded, the church fell deathly silent. He met the Poet’s distant gaze for a long time before softly saying, “I understand.”
He turned and pushed the door open. Just as he took a step outside, the Poet called out from above in a declamatory tone, “Do not embrace misfortune just because the unfortunate one has suffered!”
An Yu stopped abruptly and looked back. The emptiness in his golden eyes gradually receded as his pupils narrowed into slits, fixing on the Poet.
“I’ll return that sentence to you. And please, take back your kindness toward me.”
With that, he turned back impassively and walked away without a second glance. “If he is misfortune, then I am surely tied to an even greater calamity.”
An Yu left the church with a heavy heart, only to see a familiar black car parked by the roadside.
The window rolled down. Qin Zhilu said, “Get in.”
“Commander?”
“Something’s changed with District 34.” Qin Zhilu handed over his terminal. “High Peak is still drafting the mission; it will be released soon.”
The latest message from the Black Tower popped up on the screen.
[URGENT ALERT]
[Traces of time disruption have been discovered on some personnel from the District 34 exploration team. Black Tower has conducted a minute-by-minute debriefing of the relevant personnel for the mission’s duration. All involved personnel have memory loss from varying periods and were not self-aware of it without prompting. Additionally, some physiological abnormalities have been observed, all pointing to individual time disruption. Details to follow. High-level Spire personnel, please prepare for a mission!]
“So this is their so-called ‘no anomalies’.”
Qin Zhilu stared at a point in the air in front of him and said in a cold, deep voice, “It seems last night’s time disruption wasn’t a server malfunction, but something hiding in the shadows, gloating over its own tricks.”
Author’s Note:
Posting the full text of the new prophetic poem here, as it was a bit fragmented in the main text.
「Slumbering in the Abyss」
He once accidentally fell into darkness, but could not sleep in peace.
Ants in the abyss gnaw without knowing the depths.
Interwoven with whispers of pain and silent clamor.
He dreamt of being toyed with by the lowly, an absurd humiliation.
He forgot His own immensity,
And reenacted His death…
The abyss thereby calls, an overlap of voices awakening Him.
To reconverge with Them.
btw I have started a new novel! Read the new 24 chapters of Transmigrating Into An Omegaverse Novel To Save The Paranoid Green Tea Beauty~~
novel’s summary~~
Song Zhenyan is a genius medical professor who has a Buddha-like calmness and enjoys yangsheng and drinking tea.
After suddenly dying in a violent accident, he transmigrates into a novel with six genders—
[Bad news: You share the same name with the secondary villain.]
Song Zhenyan: What’s my mission?
System: …Your calmness scares me…
System: Your mission is to save the main villain who will end up killing you, and to promote love and peace.
“……” Song Zhenyan: “So where’s the main villain?”
The system showed him a photo: it was a sweet-faced, innocent-looking protagonist. Only Song Zhenyan knew that the monster lurking behind those eyes was the same one from his nightmares.
After a rational analysis, Song Zhenyan concluded that the method to reform an extreme psycho should follow these steps: minimal contact, occasional help, and most importantly: maintain a safe distance.
However, the second time he met Tong Jiannian was at his eighteenth birthday party.
The pretty boy with slightly long hair appeared in his room, suffering from severe post-differentiation complications.
The room was filled with the strong scent of port wine…
A few days later, the kid who said, “I don’t need you to take responsibility,” showed up at his doorstep with a suitcase.
“Uncle Song…” Tears welled in those pitiful eyes. “They said no one wants an omega who’s been marked. I’ve been thrown out… Will you take me?”
Song Zhenyan tried to explain that he was the one who’d been bitten—
“Pling” a single tear fell from Tong Jiannian’s eye.
“……”
Tong Jiannian’s parents died in a car accident, and even the remaining experimental data of their [Pupil] research project was taken by an outsider.
He carefully infiltrated Song Zhenyan’s life step by step, hoping to find evidence that would make his life worse than death, but later he discovered that——
At the funeral, the one holding an umbrella for him was Song Zhenyan; the one placing flowers on the basement window was still him. He even “stole” [Pupil] to save his glands…
From the very first day Tong Jiannian moved into his house, Song Zhenyan had been waiting for the nightmare to come true.
Unexpectedly, at the engagement party plot point where the truth was revealed, Tong Jiannian not only did not hack him into pieces, but instead, flashed him with those beautiful eyes and negotiated with him, “Uncle Song, if you marry me, I will give you everything.”
“…….” The pervert from the dream has turned into another kind of pervert.
Tong Jiannian hugged Song Zhenyan and lovingly said, “Uncle Song, you’re so kind. I really, really like you.”
“……” Song Zhenyan was immune to his cute act and took out a pill, “This is a new suppressant developed by [Pupil]. Want to give it a try?”
Q ^ Q Tong Jiannian: I don’t go into rut every day, okay?
[Scheming, Coquettish, Green Tea Beauty, Alpha Gong X Buddhist-like, Low EQ/High IQ Professor (Normal Person) Shou]
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