I, Who Came From the Abyss, Will Save Humanity Again Today Chapter 148

Novel: I, Who Came From the Abyss, Will Save Humanity Again Today Author: Serinweis Updated: Jun 14, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 148 from I, Who Came From the Abyss, Will Save Humanity Again Today, a Action novel by Serinweis.

Chapter 148: Peylo

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In the darkness blanketed by night, the remnants of black fire flickered with a pale, ghostly glow, casting shifting light and shadow across his rough face.

I watched his lips tremble, his eyes filled with a terror beyond words.

"Death Smoke... impossible... this is Death Smoke... how could this..."

His rambling non-answer annoyed . I frowned with considerable impatience, rubbing my temple lightly while I called out to him: "Hey! Didn't you hear asking you sothing?"

The heretic finally snapped back to his senses. "What? Who's Abel? I don't know... stay back!"

His voice was shaking badly. I couldn't understand why he was so terrified. These were people who were bold enough to self-immolate, who were obsessed with blowing themselves up, people who didn't even fear death... ah, he was trying to run again.

The heretic stepped back slowly, twice, then imdiately spun around and bolted for the alley entrance on the other side. After a few steps he glanced back in a panic, and seeing still standing where I was, a flicker of relief crossed his face, and his legs carried him even faster.

...How annoying.

"Not listening... that really makes angry."

Guess a little punishnt is in order then.

I waited for him to run further. A little further... mm, he looked back again... he seed happy, did he think he'd just gotten away with his life?

That's exactly the mindset I was going for.

Co on now, put so effort in, run faster, run further... that's about right.

I raised my right hand lightly, lifting one slender finger, and tapped it gently against the empty air in front of .

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The air currents stirred into wind, sweeping my long hair up.

The fleeing heretic heard the noise from my direction and didn't even dare to look back, screaming in sheer terror: "Aah! Aaah—!"

I curled the corner of my lips.

Fwwwsh—

After a sharp screech of wind, a jet-black blade ford before , about the length of a forearm, curving like a crescent moon in a beautiful arc.

Hmmm hmmm hmmm...

The blade seed to be held tightly by sothing, shuddering continuously in mid-air as it churned the air around it. I smiled and watched the man fleeing in the distance, savoring his horrified screams: "No! Let die on my own! I want to return to the embrace of the God of Truth! I don't want to be consud by Death Smoke... let return to God's embrace! Aah! Aaah—!"

Hmm... God's embrace?

From what he was saying, if soone was consud by Death Smoke, they couldn't return to the God of Truth's embrace?

So that's what heretics are afraid of.

My head tilted to one side without even thinking about it.

...Ah! I just thought of sothing fun!

My eyes lit up, and I imdiately shouted over to him: "Okay—! I won't kill you!"

"You're lying, you're lying—!"

"I'm not lying! Tell about Abel..."

...Abel?

I was having such a good ti. Forget Abel.

"Hey—! Let's play a ga!"

"I don't want to be abandoned by the God of Truth! Let die! Let die—!" The heretic let out a desperate, voice-cracking wail.

But why should I care about that.

"I'll count to 10! If you can make it into the alley, I won't kill you!"

The heretic's footsteps slowed slightly at those words. He turned his head in disbelief and looked back at .

The smile on my face grew wider. My heart was practically bursting with delight. I imdiately started shouting the countdown: "Ten—!"

"...Aaah—!"

The figure in my line of sight began screaming and sprinting forward with everything he had.

I bet he'd never run this fast in his entire life.

"Nine, eight, seven..."

"Aaah aaah aaah—!"

"...Two, one! Ti's up!"

The heretic had just reached the mouth of the alley. He lunged forward and crashed onto the cold ground, laughing with wild, frenzied joy.

"Heh heh... hahaha!"

"I made it! I ran in—!"

I gave him a nod and smiled from a distance. "Nice job!"

Then, at an angle he couldn't see, I gently swung my arm down.

Strike.

Whoosh—

The jet-black blade shrieked through the air, and in an instant severed both of the heretic's legs, slamming into the ground behind him.

BOOM!

Rubble scattered. Dust surged. A wretched howl tore through the haze.

"...Uaaaagh!"

Delightful.

I tapped the tip of my foot down and launched into Moon Step, arriving before him in the blink of an eye.

He wasn't dead yet.

That confird so of the guesses I had in my mind... the devouring power of the Abyss could be "selectively controlled." The blade of the Endless Abyss, I could suppress the Death Smoke's ability, reducing it to nothing more than a plain, razor-sharp blade.

The other abilities... should follow the sa logic. As long as I find the right thod.

"Liar... ugh... liar..."

Both of the heretic's legs were severed from the upper thigh down. Even so, he was still struggling to drag himself forward, leaving a trail of blood across the ground... like a brushstroke drawn with an ink brush, quite beautiful.

I followed slowly behind him, watching his wretched state with idle amusent.

"I didn't lie to you." I said.

"I just didn't use Death Smoke's power."

"Why... you, you ca into contact with Death Smoke, why are you fine... why can you control Death Smoke... just what are you..."

...Hahaha.

Why I could control Death Smoke... that was the only thing the heretic was puzzled about. It never even occurred to him that I was the Abyss itself.

"I'll count to 10 again. If you're not dead by the end, I'll tell you."

"Are you joking... are you joking!"

Right before my eyes, the figure who had been struggling to crawl suddenly reached into his chest and pulled out a dagger. He gripped the handle with both hands and drove it toward his own face without a mont's hesitation.

"God of Truth—"

God my ass.

I kicked it away.

Crack. His wrist snapped. Bone jutted out through skin and flesh, and the dagger flew away, hitting the ground with a clang.

I tilted my head to the right and asked, "By doing that, you can return to the God of Truth's embrace?"

"Aaah—!"

The only answer I got was a scream.

His wrist was broken... he seed to be unable to even crawl anymore, so I crouched down beside him.

"Hey, what is the God of Truth anyway? Have you ever seen it? Tell , won't you? I'm genuinely curious."

"Aaah aaah aaah—!!"

Still just screaming.

I furrowed my brow again, feeling a little irritated now.

Why not use the Fire of Sin... this is boring, let's do sothing fun.

"You want to return to your God's embrace... hey, look at !"

I reached out and cradled his blood-and-dust-covered face in both hands, staring into his eyes, which had been driven to the very limit of horror, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hehe! That's more like it. When you talk to soone you should look them in the eyes, that's just common sense."

"Heh heh... monster... you're a..."

The heretic's gaze went blank. He seed to be close to dying... hey, don't die on !

"I'm asking you sothing!"

Smack.

I slapped him across the face, then asked, word by word: "You want to return to God's embrace?"

"...I... want..."

That's exactly what I was waiting for!

"Then I won't let you!"

In the next mont, black smoke rose.

No struggle, he simply couldn't manage it anymore.

"Monster..." That was his final word.