June 4, Imperial Capital, Huaxia.
At 7:30 in the morning, Chang Rui, a 28-year-old unmarried man, stepped out of his room in the rented apartment.
Still groggy with sleep, he first glanced at the sky outside the window.
It seemed like it was going to rain today. The sky outside was gloomy, and the air was unusually hot and stifling, making his already heavy mood even more depressed.
"But at least the Skrulls haven't attacked." The world outside was the same as usual, which lifted his spirits slightly.
Chang Rui lived in a shared apartment of over ninety square meters. Besides him, there was one other roommate, Lin Meng, a colleague from the same workplace.
Three days ago, on June 1, he and Lin Meng had been just like most people, filled with unease and fear.
The two men had also gone to a nearby square, standing together with other humans, talking with one another to ease the pressure in their hearts and get through that most agonizing day.
Chang Rui only remembered that the square had been chaotic on June 1.
Some people had been unable to bear the pressure and howled in the square, rolling around on the ground.
But after the panic of June 1, things had gotten much better over the past two days.
The first line of defense humanity had established at Mount Fuji had held firm, with no sign of being breached so far.
Ordinary citizens had gradually recovered as well, returning to work and gaming as daily life slowly resumed.
Chang Rui and Lin Meng worked at a large Fusion Power Plant in the eastern outskirts of the Imperial Capital.
They had spent June 1 and June 2 in anxiety and fear, but on June 3, they had still been summoned back to