When extreme climate models pointed to hell, her clear-eyed judgment became her original sin.
On the first afternoon of the apocalypse, the library was filled with pale sunlight, and dust drifted slowly through the beams.
The probability in Wan Chuyue’s calculations was seven percent: extreme climate would tear the world apart within ten years.
But she never expected the apocalypse to come so soon, or to take a different form.
Twenty-seven people were trapped on the second floor, inside this elegant coffin.
Then, inside the head of a classmate who had just turned into a zombie, they found a dark red, pulsing “crystal.”
This wasn’t a plague. It was something stranger and more complete: a “transformation.”
And the door was about to give way.
“Give me the crystal,” Wan Chuyue said.
She knew the rope route from the library roof to the science building. She knew where they might find a way out.
She also knew that this hell-born crystal might be their only inhuman chance in this desperate situation.
Gain power beyond human limits, or become a monster. It all came down to this.
Night fell, and fires began to glow all across the city.
She pressed the crystal into her bleeding wound. The burning pain bored into her veins like molten lava.
Her body was torn apart and remade, power awakening alongside a cold hunger.
The world before her eyes grew strange and sharp. She heard countless hungry howls in the distance.
The wager was made. The devil’s invitation burned against her chest.
Clutching her axe, she took her first step toward the darkness and icy wind on the rooftop, and into an unknown new world.
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