Heavy on logic. No System, no transmigration, no rebirth, no CP, and no golden finger in the early struggle for survival.
This apocalypse novel isn't primarily about exploring human nature. It's about the survival and continuation of a species.
I love a book called Dark Blood Age. The reason I began writing this book was that I hoped it could be like that one.
On the first day, the sky split open, and the world changed.
On the second day, gravity failed. Some people floated up and never came down.
On the third day, cities shattered like crackers.
On the fourth day, the internet died, and civilization took its last breath. Buildings collapsed by the dozen, and the living began to become something other than human.
On the fifth day, I crawled out of the ruins and discovered that my left hand could make steel bars float, while my right could turn rocks to black ash with a single squeeze.
On the sixth day, the sky turned a gray-white that would never fade.
We survived.
Some said we should go north to find the army.
Some said we should rebuild our home here.
But all I wanted was to go home.
I raised both hands. My left hand used telekinesis to lift the scattered supplies, while my right hand burned the charging monsters with black flames.
They said, "Su Ming, with powers like yours, we can rebuild everything."
They didn't know.
These seven days were only the prologue.
The real apocalypse
was only just beginning.
We thought we had endured the world's collapse.
But we didn't know that the collapse had only just burrowed into our bones, beginning to gnaw at us from within.
Very interesting and pretty