Ten years after the nuclear wastewater was discharged, the ocean is showing its fangs.
Instead of ushering in the end, humanity has "evolved" - growing gills and scales, and respecting the ocean as its mother's nest. They call themselves the "chosen people of God", while we, the "pure-blooded humans" who cannot mutate, are driven into the ruins of the interior and live like mice.
I am Su Wan, a searcher of the last large shelter. I thought my life would end in running away and starving, until I found a blood-stained diary in a corpse's backpack.
There are no survival skills recorded on it, only a line of shocking truth written with life:
"They didn't evolve, they were parasitized."
At that moment I realized that the real end had just begun.
