Day 499
“You’re becoming less and less human.”
The alien woman who said this would soon regret it. She watched him tear through a mutant’s vanadium-steel bones with his bare hands, while her silver necklace disintegrated into elementary particles behind him.
Day 520
Black serrations appeared along the edge of the sun.
Zhao Yanlin stood atop the ruins of a nuclear power plant, liquid metal flowing over his entire body like mercury. In the distance came the cries of a new generation of humanity.
Day 0
As the last ray of sunlight vanished, people heard a metallic creaking sound, as if something were breaking. The sun, extinguished like a dying candle, shone once more!
Although this book is useless, it's good that the author is still there 🍉
The writing is pretty good and worth pursuing.
No, buddy, what have you been doing for eight days?