Fuse for a New World

There was a voice in Chen Mo's head, and only he could hear it. When it told him to go left, he went left. It had kept him alive seventeen times. He didn't know it had deceived him seventeen times. Each time he survived, he came one step closer to the Abyss. The Abyss was waiting for someone. Someone who wouldn't run. Everyone who had reached it had run away. Everyone but one. That person wasn't Chen Mo.