After a long while, I could feel my body back in its original shape.
But something was wrong.
Something felt... off.
And to my utter horror—
I felt that insect again.
But this time…
It was crawling on my chest.
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The panic in my eyes reached its peak. Knowing I couldn't move, assuming I was dead—because of the excessive blood. That must be why it came. No… this is bad. Really, really bad.
"Shit—ughkk..."
I felt it… it started biting me. Slowly. Methodically. Like it had no reason to rush—and it was killing me. All I could do was grunt in pain. The annoyance was rising, but it was still useless.
It was so painful I couldn't describe it... but one thing was certain—I was annoyed as hell.
Hours passed, and it was still eating me. From the way its body moved, it resembled a centipede. But it was far larger than I thought—growing as it devoured me. It chewed through my right lung, liver, bile duct, stomach… everything in my upper body. Blood was everywhere. My breath was long gone, but my heart kept beating. This was absolutely painful… and it pissed me off more.
What felt like a day later, the centipede finally left, abandoning my dead body. Of course, I came back to life—as if the soul didn't matter, as long as the body wasn't completely gone.
To be honest, at this point, I couldn't grasp what time was. It felt like a dream… a never-ending fantasy of agony.
But as I said, the longer this continues, the more it annoys me. It should be obvious—we are humans. We get annoyed when we continue to experience the same thing over and over.
It's like sitting in front of a fire: at first, it feels warm, but as time goes on, you try to make distance because your body—or your mind—is telling you that's enough. If you keep enduring the warmth, it obviously starts to become uncomfortable. Every person has a point of resistance. Eventually, you'll step away.
It's the same the other way around. You can endure pain up to a certain limit, but then it starts to piss you off more and more. That's ironic… but in my case, I can't back off. Not for now, at least. I need strength. I need power.
The moment I woke up again from my death, it felt like nothing changed… although I did feel a bit… stronger? Everything was strange. I could regenerate. And now I was feeling like I was getting stronger? It made zero sense. I knew something was wrong, but what?
Usually, when you recover from an injury, you need a good meal, a consistent routine to regain your strength. In my case, all I've been doing is nothing—other than getting eaten.
I want the answer. The more I think about it, the more I want to get up. It's strange, isn't it? I started as a nothing. I had already lost my will to survive… but now I'm being forced to live. And now… I'm forcing myself to find the answer to how I'm surviving.
But out of all things, one thing I'm sure about is...
No one is going to save me. No one even knows where I am. And… I'm all alone in this.
I have no idea what's going on outside. Is the war still going? No… if that were the case, I'd have been long dead, right? The mass destruction alone would've wiped me out completely… something... or... whatever happened out there...
I need answers.
I don't care how or why I'm getting stronger right now, but I will not fail this time.
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On the other hand, outside of the artificial hell I'm trapped in… unknown to me...
Out there were vast cities, tall buildings, high-tech gadgets, advanced technology. Yes, the world was developed. But it didn't happen overnight.
For him, it had only been a many months...
But in reality, multiple years had passed perhaps over 1000 years—because the place he was trapped in… was the lowest, most isolated part of the world.
Because humans always leave what they don't need, right now he's in the deepest layer under the land, due to gravity....it be specific we know gravity on surface is maximum but what if you go deeper? Yes the deeper you the gravity become dense that sense it will effect the time itself that's the reason upper surface world able to grow so much
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Somewhere on the streets, we see a girl in her late teens—Sumei—walking down, muttering to herself.
"I can't believe Mother had to choose me for this work."
Sumei had been ordered by her mother to visit a graveyard… specifically, the oldest graveyard of their time. Hovering on her levitating board, she continued on her way to the site known as the "Primium Graveyard." The reason she hated visiting that place was the unbearable, constant stench of radiation.
"Ugh, this place is the worst of all."
She looked aside for the specific grave her mother had told her to find and clean. But the smell, even through her highly advanced mask, was almost too much to bear. After what felt like hours, she finally found the grave—marked "Nativitas of Pax."
Sumei read the letters on the stone and chuckled slightly at the obvious lie buried beneath the ground. Her sense of smell wasn't just about odors—she could also perceive the emotional intentions hidden within living or non living it doesn't matter so for her it's like walking into a warzone of dead bodies
"Looks like everyone's still ignorant of this shameless lie... but if a lie is what built this society, I guess there's no point in pulling them out of their delusion."
She muttered in another language, her broken words tangled by poor pronunciation. She was unaware of just how terrible her phrasing was.
She hopped off her board, which dematerialized into a small keychain in her hand, as she walked toward the grave.
"Alright, time to clean it up. Huh."
With the help of the new world's appliances, she could easily do things in minutes that once took hours for a normal human.
After some time, Sumei finished cleaning the grave and let out a long, deep sigh.
"Good grief… at least this one area doesn't stink. Let's see..."
She removed her mask. Fingers brushing the edge, she pulled it away from her face, revealing features that had long been hidden. And beneath it—beauty. Not the kind sculpted by perfection, but by presence.
Her skin was smooth, kissed by moonlight, with a gentle glow that traced the curve of her cheek. Her lips, soft and full, parted slightly—like a secret about to be told. But it was her eyes: wide, luminous, and impossibly deep, as if the night sky had chosen her gaze to live in.
Sumei took a deep breath of the cleaned air around her.
"Man, I did a really good job here. Mother must be proud of me, right?"
She had a habit of talking to herself when she worked, and whenever she did, she became unaware of her surroundings.
But this time...
A sound caught her attention. She turned toward a specific grave that piqued her curiosity. For a moment, she even forgot the scent that lingered around her.
After a long pause, she spoke.
"That grave..."
She looked down at her wrist and scanned the graveyard's details, searching for information about the specific grave that drew her attention. When she found it, something caught her completely off guard.
"Huh?!"
That grave belonged to her own bloodline. She was stunned—her mother had never once mentioned it.
"Strange... Mother always talks about our lineage. But she never mentioned this... I wonder..."
Unconsciously, she was drawn to the grave that was giving off strange knocking sounds—sending chills down her spine. Her curiosity was getting the better of her.
"I-Is s-someone there...?"
Sumei asked shakily as she approached the grave. As soon as she stepped into its radius, the knocking stopped. A long minute passed.
She let out a sigh, convinced she had imagined something stupid.
"Phew, guess I'm still dreaming huh? Pfft- stupid sumei, you shouldn't over think that much, you're not a little girl anymore"
That's what she thought.
A shocking force and loud impact shattered the rock of the grave. A hand emerged from the broken stone.
There was no doubt.
It was HIM.