Chaotic Evolution: Deep Blue Fear

When genes become the menu, your last meal determines your fate After three days of heavy rain, the world was completely silent. It's not that there's no sound – the trees are chewing, the moss is breathing, the streets are slowly digesting the remains of yesterday's civilization. But the human voice disappeared. If you are lucky (or unlucky) enough to eat a meal of meat before the last rainy night, congratulations, you may be able to survive this "protein war" like a predator. If you're only on a vegetarian diet... Sorry. As for me? My name is Chen Shen, an unemployed young man who can't even afford last-minute steak during the supermarket rush. As everyone rushed to the meat case, I picked up the last box of frozen octopus feet. They laughed at me: "Why save money at this time? Is life or money more important?" Now, they start to look at me differently - when I can become perfectly invisible on a wall, when I can pick three locks at the same time with my tentacle-like fingers, when my vision is clearer in deep water than on land. Fatty Wang is right, the things in the rain are deadly. But he didn't tell the whole story: what he wants is the life of old humanity. The ticket to the new world is hidden in the last bite of protein you swallow before disaster strikes. My destiny is an octopus. Now, I want to use this eight-brachial animal method to survive in this sunken city. Then, swim back to my hometown in Northeast China, two thousand kilometers away. My mother is still there waiting for me.