I Was Laying Bricks at a Construction Site, Then the Apocalypse Hit?

Lightning flashed and thunder roared as torrential rain and gale-force winds swept through Daxia. The scorching heat under the blazing sun suddenly gave way to a lifeless, ashen gray. Six violet divine bolts descended from the heavens amid thunderclaps that seemed to rip the world apart. All life on Earth fell silent, their souls seemingly ripped away. From that day on, every living thing drenched by the soul-chilling spiritual rain began to mutate or evolve, to a greater or lesser degree. Some could condense ice from the air, some could wield fire, some could turn invisible, and some could move as fast as lightning. Others even had poisonous farts. The humans who had been hiding in sewers and on rooftops began to fight back, challenging the zombies, xenomorphs, and evolved creatures. Those who had never been drenched by the spiritual rain lost all chance of evolving. They became slaves and food. But a group of people who had once stood at the pinnacle of the world, driven by the resentment in certain people’s hearts, began capturing countless superpowered individuals and dissecting them in their search for the secret to making ordinary people evolve.