A super-cold wave that annihilated civilizations plunged Earth into an infernal deep freeze of -70°C.
Chen Mo, a 25-year-old deliveryman, relied on his professional instincts to begin a “doomsday delivery” race against death, starting 72 hours before the apocalypse struck.
He turned the entire city into his warehouse, stashing supplies in an abandoned refrigerated distribution center.
When the blizzards swallowed the power grid, the roads, and humanity itself, he awoke in an ice cellar at -50°C and discovered that this winter had no end.
Three years. 1,095 endless nights.
With numb fingers, he recorded every gram of salt in his ledger. With a rusty wrench, he fought the collapsing ventilation shaft, listening to the radio’s hoarse wail through the endless night.
Then, one day, blood-red rust seeped across the ice wall, and a baby began crying outside the door…
Survival isn’t victory. It’s the beginning of a curse.
AI writing, after reading four chapters, the writing style written by AI is too obvious.
Was your novel run by AI?
I've read more than a dozen chapters and still don't know what I want to write.
One hundred thousand like that's it