Three years ago, a sudden surge of crimson fog erupted over the Pacific Ocean. Wherever the red mist passed, blood seeped from the outer walls of buildings. The evaporating, blood-colored dust entered human lungs and twisted flesh-and-blood bodies into monsters. Beneath a streetlamp, a mutant whose spinal wings pierced through its back gnawed on a billboard. A child with compound eyes lay in a convenience store freezer, laying eggs. The Pacific warm current carried unknown embryos ashore. It was only when the Huaxia Institute arrived with its mutated ability users, who had retained their sanity, and dispersed the red mist that the forbidden zones along rivers, lakes, and seas were left to lie dormant.
But for Shen Ting, the red mist had already seeped into his fate when he was ten. On a rain-soaked school field, he said, "It's raining so hard. Could the building collapse?" Three hours later, the school building came crashing down. The curse of being a jinx had gripped his throat ever since, until the day the red mist swallowed his mother and the first blood crow burst from his windpipe.
His mother, a voiceprint expert at the Huayan Institute, died deep within the red mist, but left her son with an ability that tore his throat apart: he had to begin with the character "yue," and whatever he said became reality. The price was blood-red crystal clusters that grew wildly in his windpipe, making him feel as if he were swallowing shards of glass for seven days and seven nights. Now the red mist returned to the human world every three days with the water vapor. With his lacerated throat, Shen Ting pursued the truth behind his mother's death through the mist. After all, some truths eat away at your lungs more than the crystal dust you breathe in...
So while factions inside the Huayan Institute were busy fighting for power, this young man, whose bones had been marinated in childhood malice, was heading alone toward the swarms of embryos surging in the depths of the red mist.
He thought,
I have to end it all before this round of the red mist countdown is over!
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