"What Do You Mean, 'Please Survive for Three Days'?"

With just over ten minutes to go before the first class in the afternoon, the classroom was already bustling with noise. The middle and back rows were almost completely occupied, and a group of students were "exchanging ideas," diligently writing away before the teacher took his place to collect homework.

Only a handful of people chose to sit in the front row, and unsurprisingly, they were met with a cloud of chalk dust and the attention of everyone around them.

Ha, college exam-taking dogs!

Wang Lei was lounging in the last row of chairs, scrolling through his phone, when suddenly his face fell and he nudged his roommate with his elbow.

"Hey, Lao Wu, come take a look at this, it's interesting."

Wu Shaoyou was already so sleepy he was about to collapse, but when he was bumped into, he yawned in a daze, turned his head and leaned over. His godfather casually moved the phone closer to him, and then simply took one of his earphones from his own ear and gave it to him.

The footage is extremely smooth, seemingly shot from the second floor, but the movement is quite fast, with frequent changes in angle and traces of zooming in and out, suggesting it was mostly stitched together from drone footage.

The background shows a wide, long street. The camera moves smoothly, and the surrounding high-rise buildings look modern. However, judging from the details of the Japanese characters on the various signs, road signs, and buildings, it should not be a scene filmed in China, but rather in Japan.

But none of that matters.

Importantly, it was clear that many people were screaming and rushing forward, including crowds rushing down from buildings along the roadside, and even people with disheveled clothes quickly merging into the crowd on the street, with the camera constantly moving in their wake!

There was even a ramen chef who had just jumped out of a roadside ramen shop, with a white towel wrapped around his head and flour stains on his arms, probably from kneading dough or something.

But at that moment, he couldn't care less about anything else. Without even glancing back at his shop, he hurriedly picked up a young child from the roadside, held him tightly in his arms, and forcefully pushed his way into the crowd—

As you scan the crowd rushing about like a mudslide, you can feel the genuine terror on every face. Shouts, cries, and even a heavy, muffled rumble mixed together, coming through Wang Lei's cheap headphones and piercing your eardrums.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

The drowsiness was instantly shattered by the scene on the screen, like a massive truck crashing into him head-on. Wu Shaoyou was immediately wide awake, his eyes wide with shock. "Something's happened, hasn't it? Something's clearly happened!"

A figure that had clearly just fallen on the street was almost instantly trampled by countless legs and feet, and within a few seconds, it was barely visible anymore.

At this moment, anyone who dares to stand in the way of this "torrent" will obviously be swept away without mercy!

No one was driving or riding a bike. Even the delinquents with dyed hair on the street obediently abandoned their beloved motorcycles parked in the corner, leaving the expensive heavy motorcycle with a fluorescent flag stuck on its back behind. The motorcycle then leaped over the fence like a tiger descending a mountain and squeezed through the crowd on the sidewalk to escape!

The kind of frantic madness and desperate urgency that arises when life is threatened and panicked is a level that can never be reached by ordinary performers.

Therefore, they didn't even think about "acting" at all.

"Holy crap, Lei Zi —was there an earthquake? A fire? Or some big-budget CG in here?" Wu Shaoyou asked casually, but immediately shook his head, dismissing the idea.

After all, an earthquake shouldn't cause people to run so purposefully in one direction, and a fire shouldn't have such a wide-ranging impact, right?

"To be honest, it's more like a terrorist attack."

My roommate's assessment sounded much more accurate than his.

The camera panned across the scene, briefly focusing on a jewelry store on the roadside. Through the broken glass window, it was clear that the shelves inside had been overturned, and items were scattered all over the floor.

A tall worker, dressed in blue overalls and mostly covered in dust, was struggling to crawl out from among the broken glass on the ground.

As he stood up, bits of debris fell off his body with a crackling sound, especially on his arm where a long, conspicuous gash had appeared, causing him to grimace in pain.

Blood seeped out, soaking through his clothes, and even visibly dripping down his elbow to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Wu Shaoyou instinctively shrank his neck.

"It definitely doesn't look like a composite, at least it shouldn't be acting. It might be real footage." My roommate, however, pointed at the screen, his face also twitching slightly, and decisively offered an explanation, "Look at how much pain he's in, and his face, it turned pale instantly—who the hell could act that?"

"Even the masters of intangible cultural heritage in Shu Region wear masks and robes when they perform! What does this guy have? Is he just forcing himself to perform when he doesn't have any work to do?"

Judging from his reaction, he clearly hadn't seen this progress point before either.

However, it must be said that this video is far too "real." A thousand people, a thousand faces; every "character" appearing on camera, every environmental detail, reacts perfectly. The complex yet fearful expressions, the varied individual movements, the unrestrained body language—

How could this possibly be something artificially "made" or concocted through "acting"?!?

In the video, as the camera angle changes, the two "viewers" even caught a glimpse of a man who suddenly fell while turning a corner, his trouser leg being torn open at the knee, revealing his raw, bleeding skin underneath.

Fortunately, the spot where he fell was close to the side, which gave him a chance to get back up, and the seemingly serious superficial injuries did not significantly affect his mobility.

If we disregard the fact that the man's crotch area was noticeably darker and his face was covered in snot and tears, making him look extremely unpleasant, then...

"Goodness, he's wet his pants."

While they were discussing it verbally, there was actually little intention behind their mockery.

After all, seeing this, they could clearly feel that the "quality" of this video was completely different. There was no common camera language, no background music, only this pure and real filming of a chaotic crowd - a situation of fleeing for survival.

When faced with disaster, humans often feel a degree of empathy, like the plight of a rabbit mourning the death of another.

Legs rushing by, shoes dropped in the rush, abandoned briefcases, scattered valuables on the street, distorted screams, desperate shouts from the crowd—probably calling someone's name, only to be instantly drowned out by the noise.

The cries of children and women, sometimes even right next to the fugitives in the "camera" position, their flushed faces, their frighteningly heavy breathing, and the faint sound of their upper and lower teeth colliding—each and every one of these things made Wu Shaoyou's heart race.

The real devil is often hidden in such details.

It's more accurate to call it a "documentary" than an "online video".

What's intriguing is that, despite moving around, the camera never actually turns towards the direction from which the crowd was coming from; instead, it constantly moves and roams among the rushing crowd.

As viewers gradually began to notice the difference, the camera seemed to be following a rather inconspicuous young man running through the crowd!

This young man, who is mostly in the frame but whose figure is obscured by the dense crowd, is now clearly being swept along by this "torrent" while occasionally trying to glance back.

His face and clothes still bore some dusty marks, as if he had rolled on the ground, and there was a particularly eerie and complex feeling about him.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, as the crowd continued to disperse along the street, a loud, sudden, booming sound came from afar, making people instinctively turn around to look!

But in that instant, he wasn't paying attention and tripped on the handlebars of a bicycle parked on the side of the road, almost falling to the ground!

"Grass!"

In this video, a single, unconsciously uttered curse word, perfectly enunciated, caused both viewers to widen their eyes in surprise!

"Chinese people?"

"I feel like I should—let's see."

The impact was clearly severe, like being struck in the stomach with a stick. His face was contorted in pain, but forced by circumstances, the young man with the buzz cut, clutching his waist, gritted his teeth and continued running forward.

Accompanied by the occasional massive tremors behind us, the devastating "crash" of buildings collapsing on a large scale, and even the distinct airbursts coming from above—we could even occasionally hear sounds similar to the roar of fighter jets in military documentaries above the street!

Without saying a word, the two sitting in the back row of the classroom simply exchanged a silent glance, each seeing an incredulous and strange look on the other's face.

"Is this... the storyline where the Okinawa garrison finally can't resist the urge to step down from the position of Okinawa emperor and directly ascend the throne?"

"I don't think so. Maybe it's a modern-day Tiannao Black Card who feels he hasn't paid enough taxes and is having a moment of despair, preparing for a comeback?"

That's what they say, but the crowd in the video is still frantically rushing away into the distance!

Clearly, the panic is spreading further to the other side of the city, in the direction the crowd is fleeing!

The flow of fleeing people continues to expand!

A man who was originally wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase was about to jump out of the coffee shop on the street. Before he even got to the sidewalk, he sensed something was wrong and wisely threw his bag behind him, quickly took off his coat, and then squeezed in.

There was also a girl still wearing a convenience store uniform who had lost one shoe and was walking barefoot on the gravel-strewn street, but she seemed not to feel the pain and just kept up with the crowd.

Run!

You must never give up, because if you do, you'll likely never have the chance to get back up!

Even outsiders could see that, given the risk of being knocked over just to squeeze into the crowd, no one dared to stop easily!

Among the fleeing crowd, there were no those who went against the tide, no intense curiosity that could kill a cat; there was only the purest instinct for survival!

Cars blocking the road are either swerved around or forcefully overtaken. Any improper pause could mean being knocked down and trampled by those behind, leaving one trapped in a hopeless situation.

Wu Shaoyou even spotted the ramen chef he'd seen before, still holding the child, panting heavily. He nearly stumbled and fell, almost losing the child in the crush. Luckily, an elderly woman nearby, also fleeing for her life, instinctively caught her. But the two didn't even have time to exchange a word before being swept back into the surging tide.

We can't stop!

"Wait, Lei Zi, what are they running for?"

Wu Shaoyou finally couldn't help but ask a question.

His roommate, who was holding his phone, rolled his eyes at him. "How should I know? I'm not some magical conch shell."

Around that moment, the camera, which had been getting closer and closer to the young man with the buzz cut, finally began to change, clearly shifting from a frontal angle to a rearward angle, and the tilt of the camera also increased slightly.

The image appears to be slightly blurry for a short period—no, to be precise, it's due to a large amount of dust rising in the air that causes long-distance images to become somewhat blurred.

Accompanied by billowing smoke that was even taller than the surrounding buildings in the distance, one could see----

Those were swarms of armed helicopters and fighter jets soaring overhead like flocks of birds, firing wildly into the thick, gray smoke several blocks away!

Heavy firepower weapons, cannons, incendiary bombs, air-launched missiles----

With ground troops and tanks unable to reach the scene immediately, these "iron birds" showed no regard for the fact that they were in the city. Under the focus of the camera, one could even see the roaring "fire dragons" shooting out of the magazines and recklessly crashing into the black smoke!

In an instant, the camera focused, and on the far horizon, more than one faint, visible white streak was slowly rising, hurtling towards this direction.

Next to the video, there was even a very thoughtful subtitle that appeared only once throughout the entire process. "The Seventh Fleet's Tomahawk Cruise Missile System is in place."

"Holy crap----"

The two of them almost couldn't hold back and screamed at the same time!

To be honest, I'm not surprised that they used these unconventional heavy weapons, which were essentially used for whitewashing.

Even though the entire area was almost completely covered by raging flames and black smoke, from a visual perspective, one could still vaguely discern in the video that within the large "concentrated fire zone" there seemed to be an extremely large black shadow with an indescribably complex outline!

Its height even surpasses that of the multi-story buildings next to it!

As the crowd moves, the camera zooms out again, attempting to avoid being obstructed by buildings in front and gain a wider view.

At that very moment, the audience finally caught a glimpse of a part of the giant shadow—a "limb" that suddenly emerged from the thick smoke, its surface covered with a dark, rough texture that immediately reminded one of the carapace of weathered rock, shaped like claws!

What would a claw-like creature, whose general shape could be seen from several blocks away, be like?

Wu Shaoyou couldn't say for sure either.

Anyway, it only accompanied by a simple, seemingly slow but actually fast and exceptionally powerful waving motion with that "long claw" -

A large section of the staircase of a nearby high-rise building collapsed silently, like a tower of building blocks that had been maliciously knocked down by a child, stirring up clouds of dust!

Only one fighter jet, pouncing down from mid-air, suddenly executed a maneuver, abruptly flipping its fuselage in a manner befitting a "deadly pilot," nearly losing control as it spun at a downward angle, narrowly avoiding the massive, tsunami-like claw of the approaching attack, and gliding laboriously between the sides of the collapsing buildings.

A few breaths later, the dull, thunderous sound of the concrete structure breaking and crashing reached the camera again!

It was only at this moment, as the camera continued to retreat, even past the buzz-cut youth, that the incredulous, slightly trembling mutterings of the "protagonist" from this perspective finally reached us.

"---- Newcomer Trial ----Main Quest----In Tokyo [NXT] has not yet recovered, survive for three days?"

Enjoy