The moment the sky split open, Ling Che thought it was the end.
It wasn't until the dome of blood poured down, the black rain bitten the ground, and the coldness on the back of her hand that she understood - this was not a disaster, but a ticket for "high-quality seedlings" from the breeding farm. The person who grabbed the oxygen bottle became red-eyed before suffocating, but he didn't know that he had been labeled as "waste"; the person who stepped into the hole lost consciousness in the white mist. When he woke up, a mantis with green liquid outside the wooden house was sharpening his sickle.
"Either kill them to complete the 'jump', or they become the next meal." Shi Yi's steel pipe was pressed against the door panel. Behind him was Su Wan, who was clutching the corner of her clothes and trembling. Outside the door was the roar of monsters.
Everyone is trying their best to evolve: killing black iron monsters to gain skills, killing golden monsters to increase their life level, thinking that they can survive by fighting for the diamond rank. But when Ling Che stood at the top, he heard Gao Wei's "owner" chuckle: "The life energy of these 'crops' tastes good."
It turns out that since the hole in the sky began, they were not trying to survive, but "growing fat."
But Ling Che held the blood-stained knife, looked at the only remaining companions around him, and suddenly smiled: "Want to be a breeder? Ask the rebels like us 'seedlings' first."
From the prey in captivity to the hunter who overturned the cage, this resistance with life as a bet has just begun.
Intention: I want to write an apocalyptic novel that is not a common setting