Gray Fog Space
956 Words
Including the current incident, Shen Yu was aware of three confirmed meteorite landings.
The first occurred three months ago.
A meteorite fell near a small town in the Northern Alliance with a population of about 20,000. Initially, no one paid attention to it. But within a single day, a swarm of massive, grayish arthropods appeared—creatures with gear-like rotating mouths, resembling some grotesque kind of worm.
What was even more horrifying: they kept growing in size.
Within half a day, the entire town was wiped off the map. No survivors.
The incident was covered up at the highest international level. Still, it leaked into certain elite circles.
Shen Yu learned the truth through his own underground channels.
To this day, no one knows the current status of that region. The only known detail is the suspected deployment of a tactical nuclear weapon.
The second incident happened two months ago.
Another meteorite struck a densely populated area in a neighboring country. This one brought a swarm of floating, eyeball-sized entities that scattered at high speeds, impossible to contain or hide.
Any living creature that made eye contact with them experienced an overwhelming urge to self-destruct.
From first glance to suicide—sometimes under a minute.
This event shattered the world’s illusions.
It was the first time the general public truly faced the reality of the “meteor threat.”
When experts began to claim these entities were precursors of the asteroid expected to strike Earth in eight years, global panic erupted.
People with any kind of resources scrambled to prepare for survival.
Doomsday bunkers were just one option among many.
They might not work—but doing something felt better than doing nothing.
"Three meteors. Three kinds of monsters." Shen Yu murmured to himself.
"What comes next?"
No one had the answer.
But even asking the question was enough to inspire dread.
Giant worms. Suicidal eyeballs. Zombie-like mutations more terrifying than any movie could portray...
Ordinary humans were utterly defenseless against any of them.
"Boss," Ji Mingshu said quietly beside him, "The fact that the livestream hasn't been taken down yet clearly shows the authorities are preparing to make this crisis public."
Up until now, even with the rising wave of rumors, most people still clung to denial.
But now, with such brutal footage being allowed to circulate, the situation had clearly shifted beyond containment.
Doomsday was no longer a rumor.
It was reality.
"Our government should be capable of maintaining order," Shen Yu said with a furrowed brow. "And we’ve done a lot to prepare... Still, we need to start relocating supplies from our overseas warehouses immediately."
Just as he finished speaking, the livestream ended abruptly with a gut-wrenching scream.
The camera fell, facing upward, and captured a horrifying creature leaping through the frame.
Then came the mangled, twitching remains of the female reporter.
She had screamed for God with her last breath.
But no one came.
Shen Yu turned off the screen and strode toward his unfinished bunker.
It was still a shell—nothing inside yet.
"Get the interior completed as soon as possible. Bring my parents here," he instructed his secretary.
“Security must be upgraded. And please... try to persuade them.”
His tone carried a rare trace of helplessness.
No matter how powerful a man becomes, to his parents, he is still just their child.
“Yes, Boss,” Ji Mingshu replied softly.
Then, a swirl of dense gray mist enveloped Shen Yu, and in an instant, he vanished.
Ji Mingshu stood there, staring silently at the spot he had disappeared.
No matter how many times she saw it, it still brought her a deep sense of calm.
She could never forget the first time she witnessed his power—how a single touch of his finger erased the lifelong torment of her hyperthymesia.
“No matter what happens to this world... being by his side is my greatest blessing.”
At that moment, Shen Yu had already arrived in a different realm.
A vast, empty space—shrouded in darkness.
Only pale gray mist drifted gently, casting a faint glow on the cargo piled neatly around him.
Eight years ago, Shen Yu had been in a car accident during his final year of high school.
He fell into a coma for an entire year.
When he awoke, he discovered this strange “Mist Realm” within him.
He never went to college, but in return, he gained a power beyond comprehension.
To this day, he had only uncovered three major functions.
First—Storage.
He could store anything here, regardless of size or material. Time still passed, but deterioration was slowed.
The space was massive—he had yet to find its limits.
Unfortunately, living things couldn't survive inside.
Anything with biological activity, from humans to bacteria, died instantly—except for Shen Yu himself.
Second—Teleportation.
He could set anchor points and travel freely between them using this space as a bridge.
Now, just a few more steps, and he’d emerge inside a coastal warehouse in the Northern Alliance.
Shen Yu’s initial business revolved around logistics and trade.
Not through smuggling using his powers, but by building legitimate trade routes, then using the Mist Realm covertly—mainly in less-regulated overseas markets.
Even then, it wasn’t easy.
His real breakthrough came after meeting Ji Mingshu.
A trusted genius assistant who helped his empire soar to new heights.
Today, the Shen Group had long expanded beyond logistics into manufacturing, commerce, and biotech—with assets exceeding 30 billion yuan.
If listed publicly, it could easily multiply tenfold.
Of course, this success wasn’t only thanks to storage or teleportation.
It was because of something deeper—
The mist itself.
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