767 Super Earth: Ma Ran's Nickname

Traffic lights, an intersection.

Beside the sidewalk, Bai Wenzhai clutched a fist-sized piece of dried meat, tearing and chewing it with effort as he looked around.

Whether it was the skyscrapers or the small shops along the street, everything was exactly the same as before.

Not far away, two girls were discussing whether they should go to Mixue Bingcheng or Guming for milk tea, while three mischievous boys were heatedly arguing over which mecha in a mobile game was stronger and cooler.

The apocalyptic scene from before seemed almost as if it had never happened.

Yet whether it was Bai Wenzhai or the pedestrians on the street, everyone knew perfectly well that the doomsday scene of heaven-shaking earth-splitting and stars being destroyed had been anything but fake.

Because...

The vast majority of Earth Humans had experienced the precious sensation of "dying and coming back to life" at least once.

Whenever he thought of what had happened before, Bai Wenzhai felt not only a lingering fear but also profound gratitude for the protection given by the prophet, Ma Ran.

Although the authorities had not come forward to explain exactly what Ma Ran had done, everyone on the Super Earth Forum had made all sorts of guesses about the details.

Even now, not a single insider had stepped forward to analyze the situation for everyone or explain exactly what Ma Ran had done to ensure that not one Earth Human had died accidentally during that doomsday-level catastrophe, or how he had restored Earth's ravaged surface to its former prosperity in the blink of an eye...

Even so, Ma Ran's contributions had won the unanimous recognition of people across all countries.

After analyzing the data, scientists concluded that without this prophet, Earth's current population might have fallen to less than one percent of