| The Cyber Ascension | Arc 6 — "The Zenōnuke Clan and 2nd Heaven" |
Volume 6 | Chapter 62 : "The Realities" |
The doors of the Heavens Court groaned open.
A cold wind slipped inside, swirling the lantern flames.
Footsteps echoed—slow, balanced, and terrifyingly calm.
Jin Yuan walked in, his right eye glowing with an awakened Tenshoudhā, swirling like a void of red-black galaxies.
He didn't bow.
He didn't greet.
He simply spoke.
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Jin Yuan:
"Can I talk to the three of you… Generals?"
The room froze.
Uznane instantly gripped his katana, blade half-drawn—
Kashei shifted her stance—
Konshina's fingers tightened, ready to summon her spheres.
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Kashei (calm, cold):
"…Who are you?"
Jin Yuan sat on the chair opposite them like he belonged there.
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Jin Yuan:
"I'll explain."
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Uznane (snaps):
"WHO ARE YOU?! ZENŌNUKE!? ANOTHER MONSTER FROM THAT CLAN?!"
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Konshina:
"His aura… It's similar. Another Zenōnuke?"
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Jin Yuan (voice steady):
"I'm not Zenōnuke."
The silence that followed was so heavy the lantern flames trembled.
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Kashei:
"Then speak. Who… exactly?"
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Jin Yuan:
"I'm from Earth.
I can travel through timelines.
And yes—Earth… the Blue Realm… is the real Earth. The one created by Hell. Right?"
The three Generals widened their eyes simultaneously.
Their expressions said it all:
He knows too much.
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Kashei (whispering):
"…Yes. The Blue Realm is the true Earth created by our Heavens.
Your Earth—
the one you know—
is a gatebound puppet-world of Hell."
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Jin Yuan:
"I can travel through timelines.
I'll fight Hell.
But I need more power.
Tenshoudhā.
Phoenix.
Anything that pushes me beyond limits.
And I need your help."
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Uznane:
"We'll help.
But only on a deal."
Kashei and Konshina folded their arms, listening.
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Jin Yuan:
"Any deal. I'm ready."
The temperature in the room dropped.
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Uznane:
"The Zenōnuke Clan is trying to resurrect their Founder."
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Konshina:
"Yes… and if they succeed, everything ends."
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Jin Yuan:
"…I know."
He said it calmly—but his eye flickered with something dangerous.
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Kashei:
"The Founder… Zenōnuke Zenjiro…
He was a nightmare.
A walking extinction.
His goal was to kill all Humans, Heavens, and Hell.
To absorb every drop of spherical energy…
and create a world with no wars…
no fate…
no pain."
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Jin Yuan (quietly):
"…Honestly… he's not wrong."
The Generals stiffened.
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Konshina:
"Right or wrong… we cannot let him do it.
If Zenōnuke Clan succeeds, everything ends.
Blue Realm. Heavens. Earth. Hell."
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Uznane:
"And his abilities… are beyond terrifying."
Jin Yuan's mind raced.
'His way… his logic… his conclusion…
It all makes sense.
He wants peace by cutting the world down to nothing.
Maybe… maybe he's right.'
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Jin Yuan:
"I understand.
I'll help.
It's a deal.
I'll fight their Founder."
Kashei nodded.
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Kashei:
"Good. We'll prepare armies, clans, everything we have.
And remember—
Hell will move the moment they sense weakness."
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Meanwhile — Zenōnuke Clan Hideout
Kiyoshi, Eirien, Haruko, Kanizake, and Z gathered around the torches, shadows dancing wildly across the cave walls.
Excitement. Fear. Madness.
Everything mixed in the air.
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Kiyoshi:
"WAAAH! OUR FOUNDER! I'M SO EXCITED FOR HIS RESURRECTION!"
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Kanizake:
"It's not that simple, idiot."
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Eirien:
"It's extremely difficult.
He died over a thousand years ago…
around the era of Shimono's fall."
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Kanizake:
"If we make one mistake during the resurrection ritual…
Shimono might resurrect too.
And Hell will interfere.
This is dangerous."
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Z, lying lazily on a stone, flicked a pebble.
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Z:
"Blah, blah.
Resurrection needs absurd amounts of spherical energy.
So killing individuals is pointless.
We need armies."
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Haruko sighed and smacked Kiyoshi.
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Haruko:
"It's not easy. And nothing is guaranteed."
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Kiyoshi (rubbing his head):
"Still… sounds fun."
Another smack.
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Kanizake (quiet, serious):
"If we do this…
this might become a genocide of everything that exists."
The torches flickered.
A cold wind blew.
Even the shadows trembled.
--Above all realms—Heaven, Earth, and everything in between—Hell loomed, watching like a predator. The sky bled crimson. A moon of pure blood hung low, casting twisted shadows across the land. Its light reflected off rivers of gore, shimmering like molten metal.
The ground itself was alive with horror. Buildings were carved entirely from human flesh and bone, stitched together into grotesque fortresses. Veins pulsed along the walls, organs bulged from cracks, and skeletal frameworks protruded like jagged spikes. The air was thick with the metallic stench of blood and decay, making every breath a struggle.
The scale was overwhelming:
Small structures, about 34 meters high, twisted unnaturally, their flesh walls breathing with grotesque rhythm.
Medium fortresses, reaching 50 meters, loomed like monstrous titans, with windows lined by teeth and bones.
Colossal citadels, over 100 meters, towered above the plains, each a cathedral of flesh, their crimson surfaces reflecting the blood moon's light like stained glass.
Every inhabitant radiated Spherical Energy of Hell, known as "Subarachizon". This invisible aura shimmered faintly over the landscape, rippling through the bodies of its wielders:
Kutoshi, the low-tier soldiers, weak and frail, their energy flickering like dying candles.
Mashikoru, mid-tier warriors, sturdy and imposing, their Subarachizon pulsing with controlled intensity.
Sukuanoki, elite soldiers, terrifying even to the bravest, radiated waves of destructive energy, capable of tearing through terrain with a flick of their hand.
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In a crimson fortress, two Sukuanoki soldiers whispered, their voices low, tense:
Sukuanoki Soldier 1:
"You know… our king, Jubin Koshi… he fears someone."
Sukuanoki Soldier 2 (grimly):
"Zenōnuke Zenjiro… The Silent Nightmare Reaper."
Even in a world where blood flowed like rivers, and screams were the soundtrack of existence, Zenjiro's name sent chills through the strongest warriors.
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The landscape itself seemed to react. Pools of blood stilled, organs embedded in walls twitched unnaturally, and shadows stretched unnaturally long across the flesh-cities. The red moon reflected off the skull-strewn plains, casting ominous, writhing patterns. Trees made of twisted bone and sinew bent slightly as if bowing to the legend that haunted them.
Every step in Hell felt heavy, the ground seeming to pulse beneath your feet, whispering of horrors too vast to comprehend. Even the air carried a weight—a cold pressure that hinted at something more terrifying than the blood-soaked terrain.
Zenōnuke Zenjiro… the name itself was a weapon of fear, capable of breaking the mind before the body.
The soldiers in Hell knew one truth: if he ever returned, not a single being in this infernal plane would survive unscathed.
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