Yet they all detoured around him, keeping their distance.
They were terrified he was some kind of lunatic.
"Oh my god!"
Manager Sun had no mind left to care about anyone else's stares.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, nearly gouging out his own eyeballs.
But no matter how much he blinked or rubbed them, the street remained an orderly scene.
There was no infection, no virus leak, no mutated monsters—none of it existed.
He thought he had remembered the date wrong.
But after repeatedly checking his phone, he found that no, it was still that date.
That date was so significant that anyone who had lived through that disaster would never forget it.
Manager Sun still could not believe it.
Where was the virus? Where was the apocalypse?
Had it just vanished?
Or had he crossed into a parallel world where the virus had not leaked yet? Or where there had never been a virus at all?
Or perhaps this world did not even have superhumans?
Thinking carefully, he did not seem to have heard of any incidents caused by superhumans.
Although the authorities deliberately concealed the existence of superhumans, supernatural incidents of all sizes still broke out. Some superhumans gained abilities overnight, and there were always people who wanted to rebel against the rules.
Those who did not know how to hide themselves would inevitably cause trouble.
Though the authorities suppressed such incidents, they would still be disguised as ordinary serious crimes and spread to the public.
He had been paying attention to the internet and news lately.
Yet he had not found any incidents of that kind. Perhaps there had been one or two, but they had not been particularly severe.
Moreover, ordinary serious crimes either involved knives or all manner of tools and weapons.
Crimes committed