The extreme cold apocalypse has arrived, global temperatures have plummeted by tens of degrees, and the population has dropped by 70% within three years. Li Xiang was a witness to that disaster and was one of the ten million people who died in the last dungeon.
When he opened his eyes, he went back to five weeks before the disaster. In that familiar September, the cicadas were still chirping, and watermelons worth two yuan and a pound each were sold on the streets. There is no superpower, no golden finger, not even a reliable weather forecast - Li Xiang only has a memory brought back from hell. He chose the stupidest and loneliest path: writing the doomsday in the mail, sending it to academicians he had never met, and to the national emergency management department, again and again, like knocking on an impossible door.
His prediction was verified when the Arctic vortex broke up early and abnormal warming occurred over Greenland. The state machine is turning at an alarming speed - energy first, population shrinkage, underground farms, warm spot plan, a battle without smoke has started in advance on the land of China. From the lights of thousands of houses lighting up in the first snowstorm to the voice of a little girl reciting multiplication tables in an underground city, the three-million-word national plan and the obsession of an ordinary person jointly created the only fire for human civilization in the frozen age.
This is not a superhero saving the world story. This is a story about ordinary people who believe in the country and the country relies on its people, and they try to fight for a way out in the countdown to doomsday. Dedicated to all those who are still willing to reach out and help each other in the darkest of times.
Purpose: The real "superpower" is not supernatural power, but the trust that ordinary people have in the country, the country's responsibility to the people, and the organizational power of people working together to rebuild civilization in desperate situations.