You know what's worse than being dead?Being half-dead, with back pain, no coffee, no savings,and holding a cursed notebook in your hand that screams you're the missing piece of a universal puzzle even the gods are avoiding.
Hello.I'm Renji Kurogane.And if you're reading this expecting prophecies, noble heroes, or sparkles on my face like those award-winning movies...you picked the wrong story, buddy.
This is not a pretty tale.Not epic in the classic sense.It's more like a classified file with coffee stainsand bloody fingerprints where fingers shouldn't even be.
📂 Chapter 1: Annex 0 – The Useless
I used to be a cop.A good one. The kind who did his job and read between the lines.Until one day, I saw what I wasn't supposed to see.Ancient symbols carved into a victim's skin.Dead languages written in blood.People in suits who didn't show up on surveillance footage.
What did I do?I reported it.I analyzed it.I wrote a full 67-page report.
What did they do?They suspended me.Then kindly asked me to "resign with dignity."And finally, erased me from the system as if I'd never had a badge.
So, I became an archaeologist.Because if you're going to look for bodies with weird symbols,better do it in official tombs.I studied symbology, ancient history, dead languages,and collected more degrees than a motivational coach's email signature.
But no diploma could erase what I saw.Every culture.Every civilization.Every cursed corner of the planet...They all repeated the same 12 symbols.And among them,always hidden like a misprint,was that name:Senku.
📫 Chapter 1: Annex 1 – The Envelope
Everything changed on Tuesday at 3:33 a.m.Because, of course, if fate's going to knock on your door,it does it at a time when even insomnia gets scared.
I went down for coffee.Saw the mailbox open.And there it was: an envelope with no sender, wrapped in old leather, sealed with black wax.I opened it.Inside, an ancient notebook, frayed by time.Brown ink, paper that crackled as if it breathed.And on the first page, a phrase written in stylish psychopath handwriting:
"Don't open this if you want to keep believing in the official story."Naturally, I opened it.
📖 Chapter 1: Annex 2 – The Map
What I found inside wasn't just strange...It was illegally coherent.Drawings that didn't match any known historical period.Symbols I had documented myself...on three different corpseson three different continentsover three different decades.
At the center: a map.But not of continents.Of constellations.And lines that cut through time like badly stitched fabric.And among those lines...a single name underlined in red:Senku.
📵 Chapter 1: Annex 3 – The Noise
Ever since I opened that notebook, things started glitching.My devices failed.The lights flickered.My reflection in the mirror lagged half a second behind.
And the dreams...I started dreaming of eyes floating in darkness.Of pyramids buried on alien planets.Of a red heart trapped inside black crystal.And a voice.Not loud.Not demonic.Just inevitable.
—Renji...I'd wake up with a dry throat,bloody hands,and the feeling that something inside me was starting to awaken.
🧳 Chapter 1: Final Annex – The Yes
The notebook included a plane ticket.Destination: Cairo.And on the last page, written in what looked like ink… or a personal warning from the universe:
"It all begins in Egypt.What you're looking for… is already looking for you."
Should I have said no?Of course.Did I say no?Of course not.
Because if there's one thing stronger than fear,it's the need to understand why the hell my name was written into rituals from ten thousand years ago.
And that's how it all began.With a notebook, a symbol, and a word I couldn't forget:Senku.I didn't know what it was.Or who it was.Or why it followed me into my dreams.I only knew something ancient had awakened......and it wanted me to find it.