Doomsday Resonator: I Purify Everything Through Gene Synchronization

I never imagined that the way to save the world would be to press myself against someone.

When the meteor with a purple tail streaked down and smashed through the Shanghai Biotech Lab, I was crouched by the curb, smoking and holding a milk tea delivery.

In the surveillance footage that later went viral, you can clearly see me flung seven meters by the shock wave like a rag doll. But no one noticed the meteor fragments that cut my palm as they flew past, not until three hours later, when I was in the morgue clutching Su Wanqing's gradually cooling hand. The strange black marks on her neck suddenly began to fade.

Her heartbeat returned!

When a bloodstained man in military uniform burst through the morgue doors, I was horrified to discover that fluorescent blue liquid was flowing through my veins. The pressure of his gun against my temple felt as nostalgic as the fists that had beaten me at juvenile detention back then.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.