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Chapter 1 - Starting from -0

Darkveano Ascension: A Tale of Bound Fates

 ダークヴェアノ昇天: 運命の縛られた物語

 

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 CHAPTER ONE -1

 STARRING FROM : 0

 

YEARS - 2045, COUNTRY JAPAN, CITY

 TOKYO

The car's radio crackled to life,

broadcasting the latest from

TOKYO BREAKING NEWS:

"The disappearances continue. From 1:00 AM to 12:00 PM today, 30 people were reported missing. Witnesses claim victims vanished without warning. This phenomenon mirrors Japan's history—disappearances occurred every 50 years starting in 1880, ceasing abruptly each cycle. Scientists predicted this resurgence, but the cause remains unknown."

While the news played, I was teetering on the edge of death. The world spun violently. Glass shards rained down like diamonds as the car fishtailed, metal shrieking against asphalt.

I was in the driver's seat — arms locked around a duffel bag reeking of gunpowder and regret.

The windshield shattered, and my boss screamed,

"OHH SH--I--T--!"

How the hell did I end up here?

Let's rewind.

--- Year - 2041

My name is Ryuuji Kuryu, and I'm 16 years old. This is my story.

When I was 12, I always wore my headphones.

Not to listen to music — but to drown out the shouting.

The world inside my head was quieter. Safer.

Teachers called me a ghost.

I didn't talk. Didn't care.

Failed my classes. Started fights.

Sometimes I'd just stare at the ceiling and imagine falling through it — and never hitting the floor.

They said I was a problem child.

Maybe I was.

But they never saw home.

They called us the Kuryus — a name that meant Nine Dragons.

But dragons don't cry.

Genji Kuryu — my father — was strong, loud, proud. "A real man," they said. He carried our name like a sword.

He also carried a belt.

But he was the kind of man who protected only his pride.

The rest of us? We were punching bags for his rage. And rage.

Aiko Kuryu — my mother — used to be warmth. Her name meant love.

But years of silence and bruises turned her into a shadow.

She cooked. Cleaned. Took the blame.

And then one day, she tried to leave.

She tried to end it. Pills. Silence. Darkness.

But she survived.

The doctors said she suffered some kind of neurological shock.

After that day, she never spoke again. She just… smiled.

A soft, eerie smile that never left her lips.

She never blinked when people cried.

She never reacted.

Just stared at the wall, smiling.

They called it trauma.

Liam just called it hell.

The family pretended to stay together.

I didn't care.

I stopped looking at her. Stopped answering.

I'd sit at the dinner table with my headphones in, ignoring the silence, pretending I was somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

And then there was Hana, my little sister — eight years old, sunshine in a house built from shadows.

She used to draw smiley faces on the windows with her breath.

Said if we kept smiling, maybe the house would smile back.

I used to hate her drawings.

They just reminded me of how fake everything was.

It was raining that night.

I was watching TV.

Father was in his room, drinking.

Hana slept between me and Mom — silent, smiling — and her red eyes looked like open black holes waiting to swallow you.

Then—

Father came running. He was drunk.

He barked at us to get in the car. We were going out.

"Family time," he grunted.

Which really meant: Do as I say, or else.

I didn't want to go. It was late.

But I went.

Because you always go.

No one says no to Genji Kuryu.

Hana sat beside me, half-asleep.

Mom was in the front. Still smiling. Still silent.

The car was heavy with tension.

I had my hood up. Headphones in.

The rain tapping the windows was louder than our voices.

Father was driving like a maniac.

Then —

Our SUV was hit head-on by a large truck that crossed the center line.

Screech.

Crash.

Darkness.

Pain.

That's all I knew when I woke up.

Pain in my leg. In my skull. In my chest.

When I opened my eyes, my leg was twisted, burning.

I was outside the car, on the cold road — glass in my arms, the smell of gasoline and fire in my nose.

I looked around — dazed, bleeding, shaking —

And then I saw her.

Mom.

She had been thrown from the car.

Her body was twisted, crumpled like paper.

Blood pooled around her, soaking the ground.

A long shard of windshield glass was lodged in her neck.

I should've looked away.

But I didn't.

I crawled to her.

One inch at a time.

My leg burning. My heart ready to explode.

And when I reached her, I took her hand.

It was already cold.

Her lips trembled.

Then she looked at me.

And for the first time in forever—

She spoke.

(Imagine sad music rising — piano, strings, the kind that makes your chest tighten.)

"I was… so stupid…"

Her voice cracked. Dry. Like wind scraping glass.

"I should've left him… so long ago…"

I shook my head, tears dripping.

"No, no, Mom—"

"I should've never married him…" she coughed.

Blood slipped down her chin.

"If I hadn't… I wouldn't have given birth to you…"

Those words—

They killed me.

"You wouldn't have lived in that house…

Wouldn't have suffered…

Wouldn't have grown up broken like this…"

Her eyes began to close.

"I wanted to die that day… in the bathtub…"

"Stop…"

"But I woke up… and saw your face…

And it broke me again…"

"Please—" I sobbed, holding her tighter.

"I'm sorry… Ryuuji…"

Then—

She smiled.

A real one.

And she died

I screamed until my throat tore open.

Then I looked back.

The car was in flames.

Hana was still inside. Unmoving.

My father — slumped, eyes open. Lifeless.

I tried to crawl. Tried to save someone. Anyone.

But then—

BOOM.

The fire erupted like a demon from hell.

The explosion lifted me off the ground and threw me like a ragdoll.

My head slammed into the asphalt.

And everything went black.

---

I woke up —

But not in the comfort of my room.

The air was heavy. Thick. Suffocating.

It pressed down on my chest, made every breath a struggle.

The usual hum of the world was gone — replaced by silence.

Not peace. The kind of silence that listens.

Only the soft crunch of gravel beneath my feet reminded me I was still moving.

The forest stretched out in front of me — endless, oppressive.

No sun. No moon. Just a gray fog that swallowed everything.

But it wasn't the trees that caught my eye.

It was her.

My sister.

She stood at the edge of a clearing, her pale face barely visible in the mist.

But something was wrong. Very wrong.

She was smiling — too wide.

Unnatural. Like her skin was being pulled into shape by something that didn't know what a smile meant.

Her eyes — glossy. Empty.

Unblinking.

"Why did you leave me, Ryuuji?"

Her voice was soft. A whisper in the wind.

But it hit harder than a scream.

I tried to speak. I wanted to.

But my throat locked up — like something cold and invisible was inside me, choking the words.

I stepped forward. The ground shifted under me.

Like the forest itself didn't want me moving.

The trees bent — twisted in unnatural ways, their limbs reaching.

Alive. Watching. Waiting.

And then came the whispers.

At first, distant.

Then louder. Clearer.

A chorus of distorted voices, accusing, overlapping.

"You left me."

"Why didn't you save us?"

"Why did you let it happen?"

Each whisper cut deeper.

Each word felt like a blade.

I turned, but the path was gone.

The fog thickened — a wall, a prison.

I reached for her.

My hand trembled.

And the moment my fingers touched her skin—

She dissolved.

Like smoke.

Like memory.

Like nothing.

"No!" I screamed.

But my voice vanished —

Swallowed by the wind.

By the dark.

And just before the black took over —

I heard her again.

Sharp.

Clear.

Cold.

"Why did you leave me, Ryuuji?"

---

I woke up to white ceilings and beeping machines.

My leg in a cast.

My heart still somewhere on that road.

The nurse looked at me like I was the ghost.

I asked where they were.

She didn't speak..

Eventually, someone told me:

"Your mom — dead.

Your father — dead.

Hana — no information. They never found her body."

They said it was 90% likely she was gone too.

I sat there.

And sat.

And sat.

And that's when it hit me—

I was the last dragon.

And I didn't even know how to breathe fire.

Now, when I close my eyes, I hear her voice:

"I should've never given birth to you…"

She didn't say it with hate.

She said it with sorrow.

And I get it now.

I ignored her when she needed me.

Ignored the bruises.

Ignored the silence.

Plugged in my music and tuned her out.

And by the time I finally listened—

It was too late.

My name is Ryuuji Kuryu.

16 years old.

Now?

A failure.

A ghost.

My family is gone.

And the only sound I have left… is silence.

And it's louder than anything I've ever heard.

---

I started living alone.

The house stood silent.

A hollow shell of what it once was.

Even the walls felt colder — like they were mourning too.

Days blurred.

My daily routine?

Wake up.

Eat ramen.

Sleep.

Wake up again.

Eat more ramen.

Watch TV.

Time passed like static.

Dinner? More ramen.

Sleep again.

That was my life. For three whole months.

Until I opened the cupboard and realized—

No more ramen.

So I started drinking soda.

A lot of it.

My body started to look like a skeleton.

I knew I needed food.

Three months and ten days later, I finally opened the door.

The sunlight burned.

My eyes teared up instantly.

I grabbed sunglasses and walked to the nearest supermarket.

I had only 1000 yen.

My last money.

I used it to buy one big box of ramen.

When I handed the cashier the money—

He vanished.

Just disappeared.

I shrugged. "Figures."

I added a bottle of soda and a bag of potato chips and walked out.

Back to the dead house.

Back to living alone.

That year, I turned 14.

Eventually, I ran out of food again.

Out of money.

So I got a job — car washing.

No machines.

Just me. Water. Soap. My hands.

People would toss money at me like I was trash.

I'd pick it up off the ground and wash their shiny cars anyway.

Sometimes, they'd vanish after giving me the money without a word.

That was my favorite part.

The moment they gave up and drove off — and I was still standing.

Like that—

I became 16 years old.

Then

--- 

The Day It Happened :

I was wondering if I can get some cars around the bank then

The Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut rolled up like a spaceship. Matte black, curves sharper than a samurai's blade, engine growling like it wanted to eat the road. I froze mid-scrub, rag dangling. *Is this real?* 

"Yo, brat!" a voice barked.

The boss stepped out—a towering man with a face like a brick wall and gold chains thick enough to weigh down a corpse. Behind him, a blacked-out Range Rover SV screeched to a stop, spilling out four men in matching leather jackets. They looked like the kind of guys who'd stab you for breathing too loud.

"Make this thing shine," the boss spat, flicking cigarette ash onto the Koenigsegg's hood. "One scratch, I skin ya like an eel."

I nodded, my knees wobbling. Am I hallucinating? Did I sniff too much wax?

I polished that car like my life depended on it. Turns out, it did.

Then, the gunfire started.

Inside the bank, muffled screams. The four goons bolted out first then on of them then one of them disappear with the money , they didn't give and reaction just say and we lost another onr then they hurling duffel bags into the Range Rover. Tires screeched as they sped off. The boss and another man—a ski mask hiding his face—burst out last, dragging more bags

The boss and another guy—face hidden under a ski mask—burst out last, dragging more bags. Cops swarmed. Bullets pinged off concrete. 

*"DRIVE! DRIVE!"* the boss roared, shoving the masked guy toward the Koenigsegg. 

The guy lunged for the driver's seat—then jerked backward. A bullet ripped through his head, splattering blood across the windshield and all over the car. 

*"NO! THE PAINT!"* I screamed, scrambling to wipe the mess. 

 

*"The boss glanced at the dead driver, then me. His grip tightened on my collar."* 

I was shocked at first I thought he want to kill me because the car is cover in blood

Then he said

*"YOU! CAN YOU DRIVE ."* 

.. I felt relief that he wasn't angry about the bloof then when I think about what he aske Me agin I was like what the ..

And I said " WHAT!"

Then the boss say while firing towards the polices

*" DAMN YOU I SAID CAN DRIVE!!"*

Then I answered

*"I—I can't—"*

In my hol Life I didn't drive a car not a bicycle

Then he said

"THEN IT'S TIME TO LEARN!" He shoved me into the Koenigsegg, his pistol digging into my ribs. *"PRESS THE DAMN GAS OR I'LL PRESS THIS TRIGGER!"*

"DAMN YOU, DRIVE!!!!!!!!!"

Okokk

I slammed the pedal

And then— .

The engine roared like a caged beast. My hands strangled the wheel, knuckles bone-white. I'd never driven but somehow. Because I was shocked —*somehow*—my foot knew where to press. The Koenigsegg surged forward, swallowing the road. 

*"FASTER, BRAT! THEY'RE GAWIN' ON US!"* the boss bellowed, spittle flying. 

I slammed the pedal. The city blurred. Cops faded to specks in the rearview. 

*"Holy hell, kid,"* the boss muttered, gold chains clattering as he gaped at the speedometer. *"You're a damn demon!"* 

A truck swerved into our path. 

*"LEFT! LEFT, DAMMIT—!"* 

Too late.

I turned the car to left but even so

The world's change up to Down hen

When the Koenigsegg finally skidded to a stop, upside-down and hissing, the boss was laughing. *Actually laughing.* 

*"Lookit that!"* He jabbed a thumb at the highway behind us—a tangle of crashed cop cars, gridlocked traffic, and screaming civilians. *"We're golden, kid! GOLDEN!"* 

Then I feel realif that I drived the car and I even didn't die and I was laughing and looking towards the boss then the boss said

** DAMN LOOK OUT * when I looked forward the police car ended out path and the car fliped and smashe smashe

And rolled on the road.

The world's spinning. Glass shards rain down like diamonds as the car fishtails, metal screaming against asphalt. I'm in the driver's seat *"arms locked around a duffel bag reeking of gunpowder and regret"* 

 . , a shattered windshield, and the boss 

Screaming...

"OH SH--I---T!"

That time I said for my self "once I survived but today I will not at least I will see mom in the other world "

Then... everything went black.

I felt as if something was pulling me, dragging my very soul into the void. The world around me vanished—nothing but emptiness, cold and suffocating.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't where I had been.

I was in a forest. A forest that felt wrong.

The forest around me felt like it was closing in, the towering trees pressing in on every side. The air was thick and damp, the silence heavy, as if the world itself was holding its breath. My footsteps crunched softly on the undergrowth, but everything else was unnervingly still. The only sounds were the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot, but even those felt like whispers in the suffocating quiet. I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't alone. Every shadow seemed to watch me, every movement in the corner of my eye felt like a threat. The forest felt alive, but not in a comforting way—more like a predator stalking its prey.

And I said for my self

Where... was I?

How the hell... did I end up here?