When extreme climate data models point to hell, her sobriety becomes original sin.
On the first afternoon of the apocalypse, the sunlight in the library was pale, and dust slowly rotated in the beam of light.
Wan Chuyue's probability is 7%, and extreme climate will tear the world apart within ten years.
But she didn't expect that the end would come so quickly, and in a different way.
Twenty-seven people were trapped in this exquisite coffin on the second floor.
Then, they discovered a dark red, pulsating "crystal" in the head of the classmate who had just turned into a corpse.
This is not a plague, but some kind of weirder and more complete "qualitative change".
And the door is about to be knocked open.
"Give me the crystal." Wan Chuyue said.
She knew the rope route from the top floor of the library to the laboratory building, and she knew where there might be a way out.
She also knew that the crystal from hell in her hand might be the only "inhuman" chance in a desperate situation.
——Whether you gain power beyond ordinary people or become a monster, it's up to you.
Night has come and fires are lighting up all over the city.
She pressed the crystal into the bleeding wound, and the burning pain was like lava drilling into her blood vessels.
The body is being torn and reorganized, and strength is awakening along with cold longing.
The world in front of her began to become weird and clear, and she heard countless hungry roars in the distance.
The bet has been placed. The devil's invitation felt hot in her chest.
And she held the ax tightly, facing the darkness and cold wind on the roof, and took the first step towards an unknown new world.
Let's all create electricity for love together