Darkness Descends

Once Ye Zhao got her hands on a smartphone, she swiped through it incessantly, even while eating. After finishing her daily studies, she realized it was already eleven or twelve at night. Despite the noisy surroundings outside, her ability to block out distractions was decent; she simply tossed the phone aside and fell asleep.

Many of the families nearby had noticed the strange tent set up by the river, but everyone was too overwhelmed by their own troubles and the grief of losing loved ones to pay it any mind, assuming the occupant was just some drifter.

No one came to disturb Ye Zhao.

In the middle of the night, a powerful sense of crisis washed over Ye Zhao, making her scalp tingle and jolting her awake from her dream. Her instinct for impending danger caused her to instinctively roll to the side. Immediately after, a loud bang echoed as something plummeted from the sky, smashing straight through her tent.

It was as if a giant boulder had fallen from the heavens!

If she hadn't dodged quickly, she would have been coughing up blood for three feet.

Ye Zhao: ...

The "very unlucky" fortune the Bodhisattva gave her was spot on; disaster could strike from the sky even while sleeping.

She pressed her palms together and bowed, thanking the Bodhisattva—thanking her profusely.

Pinned beneath the tent, she struggled for quite a while before finally crawling out. She clicked on her flashlight and finally saw the culprit that had nearly killed her: a woman, and a somewhat familiar one at that.

"Qin Ruo?" The last time Ye Zhao had seen Qin Ruo was during the Gravity Imbalance game, and they hadn't crossed paths since. She hadn't expected to meet her again like this. She was still breathing; she wasn't dead.

However,