The world is being drawn into a death game.
7.8 Billion people received the panel at the same time: [One death copy every 30 days. If you don't participate, just obliterate it.
Everyone is looking at their own talent and quality—S level? Grade A? Or is it grade F waste?
Only the delivery rider Chen Ji was staring at the numbers above the heads of passers-by.
He can see the countdown to death. Accurate to the second.
Who are you. When to die. How to die. He saw right through it.
But he couldn't see his own.
"Your death date is three days from now at 2:17 pm. I suggest you - don't go out."
