Twin Curse, Crown of Calamity

The deadlock was broken, but fewer than ten humans remained, and civilization could not survive. At the last moment, Zhou Xiye cursed, “To hell with your so-called glimmer of hope!” Then that very glimmer of hope dumped him into the age of catastrophe, a thousand years in the past. A classroom, a deskmate, a sequence problem on the blackboard. Except his deskmate wasn’t Yang Qiaoli, the people sitting in the back row were strangers, and the blue outside the window was about to be drained of color by blood. When a dark red sky screen hung overhead and skeletons with green flames in their eye sockets crawled out of the ground; When everyone received a System panel, and “Sequence 3: Authority” was distributed to every ordinary person still in shock...