I Foresee the Death of All Humanity

The year is 2100, the seventh year since humanity went extinct.

Jiang Lin carved one last line into the empty White City, then died.

When he opened his eyes again, it was May 1, 2094.

The devastating plague would break out publicly in thirty days.

A charred manuscript appeared before his eyes.

It was filled with everyone's names, date of death, and place of death, all accurate to the minute.

The first name was that of his wife, Gu Ning.

Date of death: tonight at 8:47.

He saved her.

The price: three unfamiliar names appeared in the manuscript.

It turned out that the number of lives in this world was fixed.

Every time he saved someone, another person had to die in their place.

Thirty days, one city, 7.9 billion people.

How many names could he cross off the list?

And whose name would he have to write down himself?