Late at night.
In a bedroom, a sliver of moonlight slipped through a gap in the curtains, faintly illuminating the room.
The entire room was filthy and chaotic. Clothes and pants lay haphazardly across the bed, while garbage piled on the desk, filling the air with a sour stench.
On the bed lay a young man with a bluish-gray complexion, perfectly still.
The rise and fall of his chest grew fainter and fainter, until it stopped completely.
At the very moment he died, a small black Spatial Rift appeared above his head. A blood-red lump of flesh fell straight out of it.
The moment the blood-red lump touched the dead body, countless tendrils shot out, devouring the flesh and soul before it.
The blood-red tendrils kept spreading until they covered the entire corpse, along with some of the clothes and blankets beside it.
Blood-red patterns writhed ceaselessly, like veins.
Before long, everything wrapped in tendrils had turned into energy, and the tendrils began to slowly curl back in on themselves.
A body identical to the young man's, but with a much healthier complexion, appeared on the bed.
Time passed slowly. The young man lying on the bed gradually opened his eyes.
"So this is a world with superpowers, and it seems the entire world is evolving!" The young man sat up and perched on the edge of the bed, speaking in a low voice.
"Perfect. I can study the power system of a superpowered world. Even if this is only a Low-Grade World, the knowledge and insights I can gather here are still quite useful!"
The young man got out of bed, went to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked outside.
The city streets were eerily quiet. Only the occasional taxi passed by.
"An extraterrestrial virus infection. Looks