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The end is coming, and the aurora is like blood. When Fuerdai was reborn in the thirteenth year of the apocalypse and returned to his university dormitory, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to touch the outside of his thigh - the gun was not there. The second thing was to look at the thin boy on the opposite bed who was still snoring. Wang Lei. Infected person zero. The "original fire" that all forces are competing for. He failed to protect him in the previous life, but in this life he recorded Wang Lei's life in the ledger and waited for a price. Dream demons were dripping blood on the rooftops, Titans dropped viruses at seventeen points, and the moon base sealed the ladder to heaven. Some people were reborn earlier than him, and some were mutating at an accelerated pace. Gecko zombies crawled across the ceiling, Chen Chen mutated in the smell of toilet cleaner, and Lao Li stabbed him in the temple with a broken fork that had been with him for more than ten years. Fordai leaned against the fence, tapping his fingers in his pockets, waiting for the perfect moment. "You know there will be people mutating downstairs. You are sitting here waiting for them to die." Wang Lei's voice was hoarse. Fordai did not deny it. "Yes. I'm waiting." The ledger was still being turned over, but he couldn't figure out some of the accounts.

The third is that men, because they have shed their youthful coat, have begun to mature and face more temptations and heavier responsibilities.