On January 1, 2099, the sun disappeared and polar night fell.
The global temperature dropped to minus 120 degrees, the oceans froze, organisms became extinct, and once-splendid cities were buried under endless ice and snow. The survivors fled into underground shelters in an attempt to resist the cold, but they soon discovered that the cold was not the only death.
In the darkness, something whispered.
They hide in the wind and snow, among the dead, and in the shadows of shelters, waiting for the temperature to drop low enough, waiting for humanity to be completely desperate.
Lu Feng died in the third year of the apocalypse, on the night when the shelter was completely powered off and the oxygen was exhausted. His skin cracked, his blood coagulated, and the world became silent in the ice.
But as the darkness swallowed him completely, he heard the ticking of a clock.
——He was reborn.
September 28, 2098, three months before the onset of extreme cold.
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