Doom Eater

Doom Eater On the thirty-seventh day when the ashes of nuclear winter obscured the sun, Su Chen opened his eyes in the ruins. The blinding white light still lingered in his retinas - the sight of the last nuclear bomb blooming on the distant horizon. There was a thin layer of ice crystals on his skin, falling with his movements. Su Chen tried to move his fingers and found that they had turned into a strange blue-gray color, and his nails were so sharp that they could easily cut through steel. Evolved again... He muttered to himself, his voice like sandpaper rubbing against metal. Su Chen propped up his body and looked around. What was once a bustling shopping mall is now nothing more than a twisted steel skeleton and crumbling concrete blocks. The air smelled of radioactive dust and decay, but to him now, the smell was no longer deadly. He looked down at his left arm—yesterday, a 20-centimeter-long gash was torn open here by a mutated wolf, and now only a pale pink scar remained. Su Chen gently scratched the scar with the nails of his right hand, feeling the energy surging under the skin. Since that awakening, his body has become This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.