The end of the world: high-dimensional sequence
The moment the purple lightning tore through the lead-gray sky, Jiangcheng was reduced to a maze of ruins. High-dimensional fluctuations gnaw at the remains of civilization, aberrant creatures stalk among the broken walls, and obscure whispers become the background sound of the apocalypse.
Ling Feng was bound to the "Civilization Promotion System" when he was about to die. His primary thermal perception allowed him to see the murderous intent in the shadows - the soft armor weakness on the top of the alien cat's skull and the scarlet heat source outline of the rot rats were all invisible on the light blue light screen. The curled fire ax is his weapon, the compressed biscuits are the basis for survival, and 120 survival points are the spoils of the first fight.
When the sickle forelimbs of the Level 3 deformed mantis cut through the air, the ventilation duct became the only way to escape; the expired cans and first aid kits behind the shelves of the convenience store became the ignition of hope in a desperate situation. The hospital's distress signal flashed intermittently on the intercom, the observatory's high-dimensional warning was hidden on the broken page of the calendar, and the countdown to the 72-hour stronghold mission issued by the system was ticking.
In a world where high-dimensional residual energy is distorted, every material collection is a huge gamble, and every battle is a matter of life and death. Ling Feng held the repaired fire ax and looked at the alienated crystal core that shimmered in the palm of his hand. He finally understood: Survival is never the end. Only by unraveling the secret of high-dimensional invasion can we continue to ignite the fire of human civilization.
