Age of Calamity: My Psycho Friends Are Gods
The day the Antarctic ice cap cracked, gray fog swallowed half of the world.
Delivery boy Chen Mo survived by hiding in the refrigerator, but when he opened his eyes, he heard a quarrel in the mental hospital in his mind.
"This generation of humans is no good, I swallowed it all in one gulp!" Taotie protested, patting the rice bowl.
"Swallow the shit! You still have three and a half dollars left in your meal card!" Fuxi hit his abacus loudly.
Chen Mo looked at the strange shadows blocking the sky outside the window and silently took out the keys to the battery car.
——After all, delivering food to the gods is still a delivery, and if you exceed the time limit, you will still be deducted.
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When the first crack appeared on the ice dome of Antarctica, humans thought it was just an ordinary geological groan. Until the gray-white mist spewed out from the abyss, like a greedy mouth, swallowing up all the shimmering island chains in the South Pacific within seventy-two hours. The waves carried a biting chill, freezing the sail-like dome of the Sydney Opera House into an ice sculpture, and covering the steel skeleton of Tokyo Tower with a creeping, moss-like carpet. In the last desperate picture returned by the satellite cloud image, the outline of the old continent is being erased inch by inch by the boundless gray tide.
Only on the eastern coastline, the billowing gray fog strangely stagnated. As if hitting a huge invisible wall, the turbid tide beat in vain against the long national border of Daxia, and finally accumulated unwillingly into a slowly rotating wall of fog that connected the sky and the earth. The surviving countries call this chasm the "Wall of Sighs" - outside the wall is the cemetery of annihilated civilization, and inside the wall is the crumbling cradle.
Gray fog brings "mystery". Myths entrenched in strange places
