On the day when the gray fog came, I hid in the underground granary and watched the people outside turn into monsters that died in the light. Seven years later, I became the "Lord of the Ceres". The photosynthetic food in my hand was resistant to mutation. I could even let a former Michelin chef wash my hands and make soup for me, and let an ace reporter put down his camera and be my exclusive mouthpiece. "Want to live?" I threw a fire ax to the shivering women, "First learn to cut down the light eaters, and then discuss quotas." Until one day, the female scientist blushed and handed over a piece of data: "Lu Chen, I found... The antidote to the gray fog may be in you."
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