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The call of Abyss

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When the world ends, humanity is not destroyed. It is converted. Millions are dragged into the Abyss — a merciless realm where survival depends on the game each person once played. Shooters become living weapons. Strategy players command summoned armies. MMORPG users evolve through ruthless progression. There is no balance. There is no mercy. Only adaptation. Thrown far from his clan, a lone survivor learns that the Abyss doesn’t reward the strongest — it watches the ones who grow quietly. When he finally reunites with his former teammates, he discovers the truth. The System has been tracking his evolution. Something in the Abyss is interested in him. And progress always comes with a price. In a world where levels replace destiny, how far can you evolve before the Abyss answers back? (This is a novel I made as a joke based on a dream I made where My clan leader of Clash of Clans was a teenage girl)
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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 1 – Abyss Never Changes

The sky of Abyss never truly changes.

Not really.

It sinks lower.

Darkens.

Twists into shapes without names.

But it always watches.

As if the entire world exists beneath its gaze.

I had been walking for hours when I felt it.

The wrongness.

Shadows fell against the light.

The air tasted like metal.

Danger.

I sat on a broken stone and summoned my status window.

Not out of hope.

Out of habit.

Level. Skills. Attributes.

Numbers that once meant nothing.

Now they decided if I would live another day.

I closed it.

"Just a little more," I whispered. "Then I rest."

The System answered.

[Hidden Quest Detected]

Name: Bond of Progress

Objective: Reunite with those who once shared your growth

Progress: 0%

Reward: ???

My old clan.

The ones I thought were dead.

And that's when I remembered how the world had ended.

The screen had shattered.

The world had shifted.

And I had woken up alone in Abyss.

Not everyone arrived in the same place.

Some fought like shooters.

Some commanded armies.

Some evolved slowly through endless grind.

The System turned games into survival.

There was no balance.

Only adaptation.

I kept moving while others stopped.

Because I understood something.

Abyss didn't reward the strongest.

It watched the ones who grew quietly.

Every level made me feel observed.

Recorded.

Measured.

When the ruined clan base finally emerged from the darkness, my heart tightened.

They were alive.

But Abyss had changed them.

And when their weapons slowly lifted toward me, I understood something terrifying.

Reunion wasn't salvation.

It was a new trial.

[Quest Update — Phase Two Initiated]