The Lost Ark [Apocalypse]

“We used to gaze up at the stars and wonder about our place in the universe. Now all we do is keep our heads down and worry about how to survive on this land.”

Interstellar

In 2499 AD, excessive energy consumption had left humanity's home in ruins. With sandstorms raging day after day, frequent earthquakes, violent volcanic eruptions, and tsunamis, humanity no longer had the strength to fight back.

In 2503 AD, the United Earth Government officially declared that humanity had entered the “Doomsday Era” for the first time since its birth, and formally launched the [Ark Project].

The lucky ones had already departed aboard the arks, but how were those left behind on this land supposed to survive?

When the Doomsday Era began, Fu Xingshen was still preparing for his world tour. But with the end of the world upon them, who would have the time to listen to piano music? Disappointed and out of work, he wandered among the ruins for months before finally deciding to head north with a group. Following the call of a set of “coordinates,” they joined a vast base belonging to the survivors.

People needed to lean on one another to make it through the long, bitter winter.

Fu Xingshen was no exception. He planned to find himself a warm grave, with an epitaph carved on the headstone: “Forget my past, if there is still a future. Here lies a musical master who never became famous around the world.”

But when he arrived at the base, he discovered that a liar lived there.

In the darkness, Fu Xingshen pinned the man neatly against a table. His left arm hooked around the man's neck, gripping his jaw, while his right hand held a dagger, its cold blade, sharp enough to cut through iron, resting against the back of the liar's neck.

“Think carefully before you speak. Otherwise, you'll have to tell your lies to God.”

Fu Xingshen couldn't see his eyes, yet he could still feel the man beneath his hand smiling as he quietly asked him a question. His turned cheek was as gentle as a lamb offering its throat beneath the butcher's axe

“What about you, Officer? Have you only ever told your lies to me?”

“...”

Oh, right. He was a liar too.

But lies were not the deadliest thing in this world. Betrayal was.

As the truth behind the [Ark Project] gradually came to light, could humanity prevent tragedy from unfolding? Could the ship of hope, symbolizing the last remnants of human civilization, reach a new home?

“Fifteen thousand six hundred and twelve hours from now, when our bodies have scattered into individual atoms and vanished in the vast, empty universe, meeting, colliding, and orbiting one another in chaotic motion, at least it will prove that we were here, that we existed in despair and passion.”

Perhaps that is the meaning of life.

A highly capable top who has plenty of little secrets, a fiery-tempered underdog × an enigmatic bottom who stacks secret identities and is a master of disguise

Friendly reminder: The musician is fake, and the psychiatrist is an act. A “not a single truthful word” pairing, mutual healing, and a pseudo age-gap romance with only six months between them.

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[Recommending my upcoming story, Don't Make Trouble, My Pheromones Are Super Intense]

Everyone at Nancheng No. 1 High School knows that Class A has a cool beta with a terrible temper and an imposing presence. Anyone who provokes him, even a hulking Alpha, will get slammed to the ground.

He's the undisputed “top school bully” on campus.

But no one could have imagined that an accident would trigger his secondary differentiation, and that he would end up with intermittent pheromone stress, meaning he could “have an episode anywhere, anytime.”

His medical record stated plainly: Sensitive to pheromones. Desensitization therapy recommended.

Yu Nian: “What a joke. Your dad's always been tough. What's a little pheromone stress?”

Then, barely out of the clinic, he ran straight into his nemesis, who had just had his wounds treated and still reeked of pheromones. His knees went weak, and he nearly dropped to the floor...

His nemesis, Fu Yong, leaned against the wall and put on a show of concern. “If you wanted to ask me for help, you didn't have to bow so low. The tiles at this hospital must be pretty expensive.”

“...”

Yu Nian's eyes reddened. He wished he could kill the bastard right there in the street.

-

At Nancheng No. 1 High School, everyone said that the school bully Yu Nian and the class heartthrob Fu Yong were like oil and water, each refusing to yield to the other. Only the students in Class A kept quiet about it.

Just a little xpl nonsense. We see right through it, but we won't say a word. :)

In a corner of the corridor, Yu Nian, in the middle of “desensitization therapy,” leaned weakly against the wall, his eyes red at the corners and a thin sheen of sweat at his temples. He grabbed Fu Yong by the collar and ordered him fiercely

“Come on, give me a temporary mark.”

Then he added, “...Bite gently.”

Hearing the school bully's gritted-teeth “threat,” Fu Yong smiled and obediently lowered his head, gently grazing the feverish gland on the back of Yu Nian's neck with his canine teeth

“Such a fierce little guy. Can I ask Brother Yu for a little emotional compensation?”

A ferocious, sharp-toothed, max-combat-power cool-guy school bully bottom × a scheming, black-hearted top student top, a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing

End

Theme: Cherish life and work together to defend humanity's last home