Old Xia Sheguang

When the breath of the universe passes over the earth, the wheel of doom turns silently in everyone's body. This is not a trial. This is just probability. 20% Of people became zombies - devoured by the violent factor awakened deep in their own genes, becoming hunting machines with only bloodthirsty instincts. 5% Of people awakened supernatural powers - their will and energy resonated, and in despair, they burst out with the power to burn cities and destroy countries. The remaining 75% are just the cornerstone of silence. There is no miracle happening inside them, they are just ordinary people, waiting to be crushed in the ruins, or waiting to be needed. Probability determines the starting point and will determines the end point. Those who roll the worst dice are not all doomed. Some people use their remaining spirits to carve out a road in the abyss that no one has ever walked before. They walk in the gap between people and corpses, their heartbeats are weak, their body temperatures are cold, and their bloodthirsty hunger is always whispering deep in their consciousness. They are not the chosen ones, they are the ones who choose themselves. This is the story of a world. When the warning of the old civilization echoes in the depths of the starry sky - "When the tide recedes, don't look back" - countless figures struggle, betray, protect and prove on this spliced ​​and broken land. Human beings hunt half-corpses to obtain the purest crystal nuclei. The half-corpses yearn for the warmth of love in their cold bodies. The zombie king tries to give birth to a sane heir in his violent instincts. Yuan Neng may eventually ebb. All miracles will wither. But so what? This is not a savior story. This is the story of every soul who refuses to be devoured in desperate circumstances. It begins with destruction and ends with creation. Will is the only light.