The figure on the hospital bed did not move at all. Only the electrocardiogram beside him kept flickering. At this moment, he could feel the steady breathing within this shell.
He was still alive, but unfortunately, there was only a shell here.
Never before had he examined himself like this. It felt familiar, yet strange. Looking up, he saw a ceiling, but to Li Ziran, it was a deep, boundless starry sky. The densely packed stars within it were, against all convention, compressing toward the center.
In such cosmic upheaval, the vast Earth was no more than a speck of dust. Not only Earth—even the entire Solar System seemed on the verge of being destroyed by this cosmic turbulence.
Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!
Air-raid sirens sounded in the far distance, and the streets instantly descended into chaos. Countless radar waves pierced through the atmosphere and entered space.
Clearly, the living beings here had already sensed the movements in the starry sky. They could even feel rumbling tremors from different regions through the ground itself—the northwest, the southeast, the far north. Not just this rooster-shaped nation; every neighboring region was shaking like this.
Li Ziran sensed a power beyond the ordinary. Nuclear weapons, this world's highest-tier means of power, were rapidly being activated. The flowing beams of light locked directly onto the meteors steadily drawing closer in the starry sky.
He had never intended to bring disaster to Earth, but it seemed that the descent of his will had touched the bottom line of this starry sky.
Before long, he looked again at the figure on the hospital bed. His consciousness slowly sank inward. He wanted to feel it once more, but there was only the faintest sensation. He could not even make the most basic heartbeat happen.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
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