If death had a color, the apocalypse would be an endless sky of gray.
Lu Yan can see the truth beneath every patch of ash: the “00:00:01” above a scavenging companion’s head, whose death will come from being stabbed in the back over half a loaf of black bread; the life of a respected veteran ticking down to zero, his death omen showing him swallowed by a tide of zombies while protecting children.
Seeing the end means foreseeing betrayal and seeing through lies.
While everyone else schemes against one another over scraps of resources, he already knows which “strongmen” are nearing death and which “sanctuaries” are about to become graveyards.
Amid countless deaths, he precisely “picked up” the SSS-rank power no one dared touch, dismissed as a curse: [Devouring Evolution].
From then on, seeing a death omen means locking onto “prey”; devouring and evolving means reversing life and death.
He walks the narrow divide between life and death, coldly watching civilization struggle and feign virtue as he silently draws power from the end of all things.
Until a figure with a nearly infinite lifespan appeared at the edge of the world and smiled at him.
“Welcome to the true apocalypse.”
This is a hunt where the ending is visible from the start, and he has gone from prey to hunter.
