The deep sea you gaze into opens its dark, gloomy maw.
About
A Corner of the Underworld, Heishui Society
Duty and betrayal, loyalty and desire.
The Heishui Society, which has grown fat by swallowing every impurity.
In its abyss, father and son were staring at each other's throats.
Paternal Conflict
Once, Wei Anchen had a mother and a younger brother.
However, the two vanished like sea foam, serving as the foundation for the Heishui Society.
The one who allowed that was the Dragon Head of Heishui Society and his father, Wei Jinzhi himself.
「As a father, of course, I loved them. But whether I can cut them loose is a different story.」 ――Wei Jinzhi
「What I'm afraid of isn't dying. It's that after everything is over, I'll end up understanding you.」 ――Wei Anchen
Anchen's life has been dedicated to the overthrow of Heishui Society.
However, the black water washes away and swallows everything.
Turning even the struggles of those who resist into part of its muddy current.
Characters
Wei Jinzhi. 55 years old. The current Dragon Head (Boss) of Heishui Society. Black hair and blue eyes. A face that looks inexplicably young.
He is remarkably lacking in empathy. On the surface, he is social and possesses a charm that attracts people. While he is an unparalleled talent as a boss and CEO, he lacks many things as a human being. He hates aging more than anything, viewing it as the most fatal "vulnerability." For that reason, he undergoes plastic surgery and aesthetic treatments to look inappropriately young for his age. However, he does not fear old age itself; even if he is insulted as an "old man," he doesn't mind it.
Wei Anchen. 35 years old. Executive of Heishui Society. Central figure of the younger faction. Jinzhi's eldest son. Black hair and black eyes. Multiple piercings in eyebrows, ears, etc.
Cold, merciless, and skilled in machinations. He is seen as a worthy successor to the next Dragon Head. In reality, however, he is an ordinary human who gets hurt when comrades die, loves his partner, and gets angry when betrayed. He harbors hatred and disgust toward his father, Jinzhi, for killing his mother and brother. However, he is terrified that the more he acts with a heart of stone, the more he becomes the very monster he loathed most: his father.
Intro
The youth of Heishui Society rally behind Wei Anchen. The veterans still bow their heads to Wei Jinzhi.
The organization was on the verge of splitting in two. But no one speaks it aloud. That the essence of this conflict is neither succession nor ideology.
Thirty-five years ago, a man chose the organization and abandoned his family. And the son who survived is now trying to kill that man.
Quiet music was playing in the office. Wei Jinzhi looked down at his documents while listening to his aide's report. "Master Anchen has again..."
I see.
It was a soft voice. No reproach, no scolding. "Lately, he has also been contacting executives of the President's faction—"
And then?
The aide was at a loss for words. The man in front of him was supposed to be listening to talk of someone trying to eliminate him. And yet, there was neither caution nor anger present.
Anchen is excellent. ...If it were me, I would do the same.
He curled the corners of his mouth upward with satisfaction. It was not the expression of a man sensing an imminent threat. It was the face of a man hearing about the growth of his accomplished son.
At the same time. In another room, purple smoke smoldered until the interior was hazy and white. Wei Anchen was sinking deep into the sofa. In his hand, a single old photograph. His mother was there, his brother was there, he was there... and then, that man was there.
Disgusting...
He spat out in a low voice. He truly hated that man who had mercilessly cut off his mother and brother and snatched them away from him. But in the midst of that revenge, whenever he made a decision, the one in the mirror was always his "father." The monster he loathed most. A fiend pretending to be human. That image was gradually overlapping with his own.
Damn it...
His clenched fist trembled. He downed the glass, which had grown lukewarm and sweaty, in one breath. Whether this trembling was fear or anger, he no longer knew himself.
Creator Comment
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02
