The End of the World?
July 14, 2027 — Midsummer.
Binhai City, in a luxurious villa district.
Among the rows of grand mansions stood one that looked completely out of place. No ornate decor, no extravagant design—only thick concrete walls reinforced with steel plates and barriers. It looked more like a doomsday bunker than a home.
And in truth, that’s exactly what it was.
“Mr. Shen, just sign here,” said a man in a black suit, sturdy and professional, handing over a contract.
It was the final inspection document.
Shen Yu didn’t sign right away. Instead, he turned to the woman beside him.
His secretary, Ji Mingshu, was strikingly beautiful—but that wasn’t what drew attention first. Her poise, attire, makeup, and demeanor were meticulous to the point of intimidation. Standing at 1.75 meters tall with an imposing presence, she exuded the aura of someone you didn’t want to cross.
Even the construction company’s general manager instinctively wiped sweat from his brow, avoiding her gaze.
He’d had a tough time dealing with her through this entire project—she was like a character out of a corporate drama brought to life.
Compared to her, Shen Yu, Chairman and CEO of Xingyun Corporation, seemed... ordinary.
But no one who knew his story would dare underestimate him—a self-made billionaire in under seven years.
“All inspections done?” Shen Yu asked.
“All complete,” Ji Mingshu replied calmly. “Twelve minor flaws. Already logged and submitted.”
The construction manager quickly added, “Just minor issues, Mr. Shen. We’ll fix them, no charge. Anytime, anywhere—it’ll be in the contract.”
Shen Yu gave no response. He signed.
The man let out a breath of relief. “If you're satisfied, we’d appreciate any referrals.”
“Are these kinds of orders common now?” Shen Yu asked casually.
“Very. More and more by the day.”
The manager gave a wry smile and left in a hurry—he had to supervise the construction of his own family’s bunker back home.
Nowadays, anyone with money and connections was preparing—for the end.
Six months ago, the UN’s Space Risk Monitoring Department issued a chilling announcement: an asteroid was on a direct collision course with Earth, estimated to impact in eight years.
At first, people didn’t panic. Eight years was plenty of time, and the asteroid wasn’t large enough to trigger a true apocalypse.
But three months ago, the first confirmed meteorite from the asteroid fell to Earth—and what followed changed everything.
Panic. Conspiracy. Whispers of the end of the world grew louder every day.
Shen Yu had started preparing the moment he caught wind of the truth. Because his rise wasn’t just luck—he had seen glimpses of something others hadn’t.
“Boss,” Ji Mingshu said, handing him a tablet. Her voice was unusually serious.
“A livestream went viral six minutes ago. Location: Woodruff City, East Xebon. Population: 800,000. A new meteorite reportedly crashed there last night.”
The screen showed a blonde woman, presumably a reporter, standing on a balcony. She wore a press vest and tried to stay composed, but her eyes were filled with despair.
“I know I’m going to die. We’re all going to die... This is the real end. God’s punishment.”
Behind her, thick smoke billowed into the sky. Even though the camera didn’t show the streets below, the sounds said it all—screams, crashes, gunfire, explosions...
“I’ve made so many mistakes,” she whispered. “I lied, I wrote fake news, I betrayed everyone I love… but before I go, I must show the world the truth.”
She picked up her phone and moved to the edge of the balcony.
Then—chaos.
The screen trembled, the camera shifted.
And hell unfolded.
Creatures—grotesque, bloody, inhuman—raced through the streets. Some scaled buildings with inhuman agility, their bodies pierced by bone spikes. They tore through windows, walls, and people with terrifying speed and strength.
Some still wore remnants of human clothing.
And worse—some victims, smashed into pulp, began to rise again.
Zombies?
But these... were something else entirely.
Shen Yu’s face darkened.
This third meteorite… had brought something far more terrifying than before.
