Disasters always came without a sound.
When malice began to spread and death eroded the entire world, mortals finally realized how wonderful their past lives had been.
"I merely bestowed blessings upon them."
On this day, misfortune and blessings descended together.
Yet strangely, the First Batch of victims recorded by history felt nothing.
They—the Fishmen who had only just begun their journey into the supernatural, the upper ranks of the invaders—continued to pass their boring summer days as usual, all while ignoring the mutations taking place upon their bodies.
"I... can't catch my breath."
One weaker Great Fishman inexplicably found itself unable to breathe. Even as its face turned bright red, it still ignored the four arms gripping its mouth and nose. All of them came from its main body, and two of them were its original limbs.
The bizarre supernatural illness later known as Awakening Disease stepped onto the stage of history for the first time, creating scenes fit for a horror movie.
Everyone laughed, ate, mocked one another, and even brawled. The extra eyeballs, arms, lower limbs, noses, and mouths growing on their bodies did not alarm anyone. It was as if this were perfectly natural, as if they had been born such malformed creatures.
"Could it be... I'm the crazy one?"
No. There was one person—a Lucky One, or perhaps an unlucky one—who noticed that something was wrong.
She stared in terror at everything before her. "Princess Yizi," who was crawling out from her body and wore what had once been her own face, was cursing and biting her.
"Kill you!!"
"Traitor to humanity."
"My family."
The pained wails and curses, sounds too familiar to ever forget—they were herself. They were the self who had once been human.
She felt herself suffocating, felt the pain of being