Cataclysm Begins

Shinjuku, Japan.

The streets were packed with people.

Inside an izakaya, six survivors wrapped themselves in blackened white cloth knelt on the floor.

Outside the window, there was only silence and stillness.

Inside the building, a family of three survivors couldn't help quietly sobbing.

In this quiet environment.

Perhaps the sobbing was too grating in the cramped room, because a bald man holding a metal rod snarled irritably:

"Stop fucking crying!"

"They're going to see us!"

His voice trembled. Although his expression was fierce, it was obvious from his shaking hands that he was no better off than anyone else present.

Everyone clutched their heads tightly, like ostriches afraid to look outside.

The newspaper-covered windows let in a faint light.

On the wooden floor of the izakaya, dust motes slowly floated upward, twisting wildly in the dim light as if summoned toward it.

On the System panel, notifications from the War Zone Channel kept flashing.

"Warning! The Shinjuku War Zone Chat Channel will enter silence mode in 15 seconds! All survivors, stop viewing and sending messages! Do not look up at the sky!!"

"Warning! The Shinjuku War Zone Chat Channel will enter silence mode in 14 seconds."

"Warning!"

The countdown was announced at breakneck speed, and the entire War Zone Channel was flooded with warnings.

The people sending the messages were not the System, but officially organized forces acting on their own initiative.

It was merely a channel for chatting, yet at this moment, it was like something that could spread a virus, forcing people to abandon it voluntarily.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die like this!!"

Perhaps the excessively tense and oppressive atmosphere had finally overwhelmed everyone's nerves.

A young man held a shotgun and shakily aimed it at his own chin.

After taking one