The fifth day.
Two days remained until the Supernatural Revival.
Supernatural Events were occurring frequently across the various regions, and rumors of hauntings filled the air. People kept uploading firsthand videos of encounters with ghosts to the internet. At first, they would still get 404'd, but as the number grew, it was no longer possible to BAN them all.
Rumors of the end of the world were causing an uproar throughout society.
Many people began stockpiling food, drinking water... and salt. Most people who had never experienced turmoil naively believed that having food and water was the most important thing.
Yet they overlooked several crucial matters.
First.
If turmoil truly broke out, weapons would be just as important. Without enough weapons, all the food you stockpiled would merely become a dowry for someone else.
Weapons did not necessarily mean guns.
Knives.
Bows.
Even simple homemade spears would make excellent weapons.
An inch longer.
An inch stronger.
Ranged weapons were awesome.
You did not need particularly impressive marksmanship, because the bandits emerging after the collapse of order would be nothing more than a rabble.
They would fear death too.
They would bully the weak and fear the strong.
If they discovered that you had weapons, most of the time they would look for another target.
Second.
Having weapons was not enough.
You also needed people.
Two fists could not beat four hands, and even heroes needed to sleep with their eyes closed. Even a veteran battlefield general like Zhang Fei, who slept with his eyes open, had still ended up getting his head chopped off.
So you had to form a group with trusted friends, relatives, and neighbors.
Thirty years ago.
The S-X R-X Siege occurred, shocking the world.
According to the survivors.
The lone wolves who fought alone basically did