In 2010, a polar night fell that lasted for thirty days. No one knows the cause, no one knows the end.
At the end of the polar night, a baby abandoned in a garbage dump opened his eyes. He was wrapped in a red blanket with the word "Zhao" embroidered on it, and the couple who adopted him named him Lu Zhao.
Nineteen years later, Lu Zhao is just an ordinary college student - his grades are above average, he is not outstanding in sports, and he hides himself well among the crowd.
But he can see things he shouldn't. The gray fog on the math teacher's shoulders, the dark red light floating on the empty desk, and the thin, black crack deep in the sky. Growing up, he had a recurring dream: something was breathing in the boundless nothingness. Every time you breathe, the heaven and earth light up and disappear.
There is a pancake man at the school gate who has been running a pancake stall for 20 years. He always likes to add an extra egg to his pancakes. The uncle never explained why. Until that night, the sky broke.
Before the uncle rushed forward, he looked back at him and left three words: "Stay alive."
Then his body began to glow. Dark golden, heavy, light like the melted sun. The moment the light exploded, a tall man wearing a hood stood deep in the ruins. He took a deep look at Lu Zhao, then turned and left.
The thing crawling out of the crack was not a god or a beast. It's the older ones who shouldn't wake up. And the thing in Lu Zhao's body that had been sleeping for nineteen years was slowly opening its eyes.
"Old minister... He will always live up to his mission."
He kept him for nineteen years. Now it's his turn.
