On January 1, 2099, the sun disappeared, and endless night descended.
Global temperatures gradually fell to minus 120 degrees. The oceans froze, life went extinct, and once-glorious cities were buried beneath endless snow and ice. The survivors fled to underground shelters, hoping to withstand the cold, but they soon discovered that the cold was not the only thing waiting to kill them.
Something whispered in the darkness.
They hid in the blizzards, among the dead, and in the shadows of the shelters, waiting for the temperature to fall low enough, waiting for humanity to fall into utter despair.
Lu Feng died in the third year of the apocalypse, on the night the shelter lost power completely and ran out of oxygen. His skin cracked, his blood froze, and the world fell silent beneath the ice.
But just as the darkness was about to consume him, he heard a clock ticking.
He was reborn.
September 28, 2098, three months before the onset of the deep freeze.
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