[Apocalypse] [Rebirth] [Space] [Special Abilities] [Stockpiling Supplies] [Building a Faction] [Technology] [Justified Violence] [No Brain-Dead Characters] [No Heartbreak]
Jiang Beichen drafted a text message: "Please stay home around noon today, December 8. Prepare whatever supplies you can. The apocalypse is coming." Recipient: (Everyone)
His finger hovered over the send button for a long time... In the end, he still couldn't press it. He knew he was destined to be unable to help anyone.
He fell asleep leaning against the headboard.
A faint white glow had begun to spread across the sky.
Jiang Beichen, lying in bed, jolted awake.
His bloodshot eyes darted around in shock and anger.
Like a furious beast!
He stared at the room, both strange and familiar.
Where am I?
This is...
The place I lived before the apocalypse!
The time read:
Blue Star Calendar, December 8, 6:40 a.m.
His eyes fixed on the phone screen, almost greedily!
My God.
I was reborn!
Just then, someone knocked at the door.
Jiang Beichen closed his eyes and took a deep breath!
It's her!
It has to be her!
It has to be her…
