Psychic energy erupted, and the whole world entered an age of high martial prowess. When Lin Haochen woke up, he had become an F-rank good-for-nothing who had been held back at Jiangcheng Martial Arts High School.
The apocalypse arrived, and zombie-like monsters ran rampant. While others awakened supernatural abilities and saw their cultivation soar, he was bound to nothing but a [Future Life Simulator]. It gave no cultivation, no divine techniques, only warnings about where and when he would die.
"In one hour, the horde of corpses will break into the building where you live."
"Don't eat that. In three days, you'll mutate into a monster."
"The teammate you trust will push you into a horde of corpses at a crucial moment."
Using his information advantage, he struggled to survive in desperate circumstances. Then Su Mingyue, a genius martial arts senior, showed up at the little shop where he was hiding, bringing a shocking relic from his parents, who had "accidentally" disappeared three years ago.
A notebook pointing to a "living crystal" beneath an abandoned power plant in the west of the city; a photograph of five young people with radiant smiles, only two of whom were still alive.
An official cover-up, forces watching from the shadows, a sniper's scope trained on him, and a strange, dark-purple light streaking across the night sky above the west of the city... The waters of the apocalypse ran deeper than he had imagined.
When the Simulator displayed an unprecedented blood-red warning: [Warning: Contact with the truth about the "relics of the Old Ones" gives you a 0.01% survival rate].
Lin Haochen gripped the rusted knife his parents had left behind, looked at the senior beside him, her swordlight cold and clear, and smiled.
"0.01%? Simulator, let's work out how to move that decimal point one place to the right!"
In the apocalypse, strength is king, and information is the blade that kills kings.
