The Torch Dragon Era: My Plan to Restart Civilization

The sun will die completely in seventy-two hours.

This is no dusk, but a cosmic silence known as the “Slumber of Zhulong.” The star's output will drop to zero, Earth's magnetic field will run completely wild, and all electronic intelligence will instantly collapse. Humanity will freeze to death in the dark cradle of its home planet.

Lin Han is reborn on the eve of the disaster. What she brings with her is no supernatural power, but all the memories from her previous life as a top space city engineer. She knows there is no hope of escape. The spark of civilization must be rekindled by hand amid the ruins.

While the powerful fight over the last seats aboard the ships, she signs the transfer papers for an abandoned underground complex from the “Planetary Defense Era.”

While survivors gnaw on tree bark in the bitter cold, the first steady glow of geothermal power lights up her base.

While raiders proclaim the law of the jungle, she opens the warehouse to reveal machine tools, a seed bank, and three whole floors of printed scientific and technical literature.

“Welcome to the Zhulong Shelter. Knowledge is the currency here, and the law is the Technical Guidelines for the Survival of Civilization. If you want to stay, cast your vote for humanity's next era with your mind or your hands.”

Yet when the “Planetary Environment Monitoring Terminal” deep inside the base, a machine that should have remained silent forever, suddenly starts up on its own, it deciphers a garbled message from the depths of the starry sea:

“Warning... Zhulong did not enter dormancy naturally... Repeat, the sun's deathly silence was caused by human intervention...”

Lin Han raises her head, her gaze seeming to pierce the rock layers and look out into the frozen depths of space.

So the endless night was only the prelude. The real crisis has never gone away.