The Deep Prison (Sequel)

There are no protagonists or invincible heroes. The hidden darkness of the real world is endless. The world is nothing but blood and profit. Even bonds as unshakable as stone are fleeting. Only eternity is the final end of all things. Fate is purged, countless horrors return, the human world becomes an abyss, and hell erupts in slaughter. Blood and profit, with no light left in the world.

You wouldn't actually believe in God, would you? What people call heaven is merely the fantasy of the dying. What they call hell is just the human world on the brink of disorder. And what they call gods are nothing but spiritual crutches for the weak when they are lost or despairing. We can rely only on ourselves.

What are gods, after all? They are merely something the lost need to cling to, guiding them through the fog before their eyes so they can see things clearly. But it is all just an illusion.

Death is not the end of everything. More than death, I fear losing everything I have now.

Family, love, friendship. I already have two of them. Too many attachments will only hinder my pursuit of eternity.

Most people are visual creatures. They judge by what they know and what they see on the surface, never understanding what lies beneath. Only from a third-person perspective can you see the whole picture.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.