When I Woke Up, the World Was Soaked in Gray Fog.

It was Saturday and dusk cracked! Everything is different. A hundred years ago, gray fog gradually rose, and ten days after the world was destroyed, extraordinary people survived by relying on "paths". Warriors tear apart monsters, craftsmen forge taboos, And he was branded with a unique way—— "Audience": a pathologist who sees through the death trajectory of all things. He! Holding the shadow in his left hand, he transformed into a cat with a forest of pupils. The right hand holds the scalpel that dissects everything, He signed the diagnosis of human survival and pronounced the verdict: "World, civilization, late stage!" The last knife fell, and the blood burned through the 'paper', The three hundred and one eyes of the cat in my arms opened in response, The 302nd rehearsal of world destruction begins.