The day the uncanny descended, a crack split open in the sky.
The global population fell by 67%, leaving fewer than one billion survivors.
Some awakened supernatural abilities and built shelters.
Some banded together for warmth, hoping to restore order.
Some knelt and prayed, begging the gods for protection.
Wen Ye did just one thing:
He shouldered a pack, took a knife, and walked alone into the ruins.
He wasn't a hero and had no desire to save anyone.
He wasn't a villain and couldn't be bothered to hurt anyone.
He was just a college student who had been used to solitude since childhood, and in the apocalypse, he chose to believe in himself.
No teams, no cliques, no debts of gratitude.
Kill what he can, run from what he can't.
As long as he stays alive, that's enough.
Until he gradually discovers...
Those uncanny beings seem to be
