Return from the Abyss: The Superpowered Young Master

Chapter. 03

Time no longer mattered. There was only pain, darkness, and the will to rise from the edge of death.

When his hands were almost at the surface, wet soil and grass, his fingers nearly slipped, and his body almost slid back down.

“No!” Jay shouted hoarsely, on the verge of tears, sadness mixed with anger. “I have to see Brother Danny!”

“I have to see him!”

“Brother Danny, you have to be okay!”

But his body grew weaker, and despair began to creep into his heart.

“Is this as far as my life goes?” Jay’s eyes slowly dimmed.

Suddenly, the handle of an umbrella extended down from above, its tip bent into a hook.

“Grab this!” someone shouted from the top of the cliff.

Jay saw several figures above him, clearly trying to rescue him.

“There are people?” His dull eyes widened instantly. “Who are they?”

Seeing him hesitate, someone shouted again, “Hurry! Grab the umbrella, and we’ll pull you up!”

Jay was startled once more, but his desire to live made him accept the stranger’s help. He would consider it a debt.

“O-Okay!”

Jay grabbed the umbrella handle with both hands, and they pulled him up. His body slid over the edge of the cliff and collapsed onto the asphalt roadside.

“Not dead!” Jay lay on his back, his chest rising and falling. “Thank goodness … I’m still alive!”

“We were lucky to arrive just in time, young man,” someone said.

Jay turned his head. A middle-aged man stood beside him, tall and thin, with gray hair tied back. His face was stern and wrinkled, but his eyes were sharp. He wore a traditional brownish-yellow cheongsam.

“W-Who are you?” Jay asked weakly, trying to stay alert.

The man replied, “I am just an old man passing by with my group. I sensed that something was wrong here, and it turns out I was right.”

“How are you feeling?” asked another man, adjusting his old-fashioned cowboy hat.

Jay shook his head. “I’m fine. Thank you, Savior!”

Although Jay said that, his body could not hide the truth. His vision began to spin and darken.

“That’s fine,” the mysterious man replied calmly.

The old man did not fully believe Jay’s words. He crouched down, his dry fingers touching Jay’s wrist to check his pulse. Then he moved to Jay’s ribs and pressed gently.

Jay grimaced.

“Three broken ribs,” the man muttered to himself. “A mild concussion and other internal injuries … but he can still be saved.”

His eyes studied Jay’s body with a strange look—not pity, but interest. Like a collector who had found a rare gem.

“Well-developed muscles … strong bones, high density …” He pressed Jay’s arm, rotated his wrist, and checked his joints. “A body like this is rare. Very suitable for advanced training.”

Jay tried to speak, but only a bloody cough came out.

“Don’t talk yet,” the man said, waving his hand. From the shadows of the trees, two large men with expressionless faces appeared. “Take him to Grahapura Hospital. Immediately.”

They carefully lifted Jay’s body and placed him into a white van parked on the roadside. The old man, whom Jay would later know as Master Jade, sat beside him, his gray eyes unblinking, as if guarding a precious treasure.

*****

On the third floor of Grahapura Hospital, inside a spotless and sterile VVIP room, Diana Legiani was crying.

Her tears flowed perfectly, not too much, not too little. Just enough to look sad without ruining her makeup. She sat beside Danny’s bed, holding the bandaged hand of her stepson.

“My dear, this is all my fault,” Diana said, her voice trembling with regret. “I shouldn’t have told them to go home that night. I just ....”

Hendra Wijaya stood at the end of the room, his back bent. The man who was usually strong now looked broken. The number one businessman of Gem City had lost everything in one night, one son lying unconscious in a hospital bed, the other missing, dead or alive unknown.

“This is not your fault,” Hendra Wijaya said softly. “This was an accident we could never have predicted.”

“So stop blaming yourself,” he continued, completely unsuspecting. “All we can do now is take good care of him until he recovers.”

Diana lowered her head even more, hiding the faint smile that almost appeared.

Fool. This man was so easy to manipulate.

“Now that Danny is safe, I have something I must do,” Hendra Wijaya said.

He took out his phone and dialed a number with trembling fingers.

“Mobilize everyone,” he ordered as soon as the call connected. “Find Jay. Search the entire ravine area. Alive or dead, he must be found. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” a voice replied on the other end.

Hendra Wijaya ended the call and looked at Danny’s unconscious body. His son’s once-handsome face was now half-destroyed, bandages covering most of it, leaving only pale lips and his chin visible. Both legs were wrapped in thick casts, suspended by pulleys.

“I swear I will find whoever did this to you, my son,” Hendra whispered, his voice shaking with anger and grief. “They will pay for everything.”