Snow covered the entire world, its immaculate whiteness concealing the murderous threats lying in wait throughout the area.
Inside the church, some people stood before the windows, anxiously watching the snow fill the sky outside; some knelt beneath the statue of Jesus, murmuring prayers for safety; others leafed through the Bible, seemingly searching for a way out.
Families and friends huddled together. Those inside dared not leave, and those outside dared not enter. Their supplies would not last much longer.
An Illuminati disciple asked an elder, "Are we all going to die in the end? If not, what should we do now?"
The elder gazed out the window and repeated the same prophecy. "We need not worry too much. Fate will push everyone forward. This disaster may yet prove to be a good thing."
Not long after he finished speaking,
a commotion broke out in the hall.
Li Yang sat near the entrance with his computer in his arms, Huang Zhuowang's voice coming through his earphones. He looked up a few times. It seemed some people had started arguing.
Huang Zhuowang sounded drained. "What's going on in your instance? Why is it so noisy?"
"Come see for yourself and you'll know. There are over a thousand people trapped in this church."
Huang Zhuowang hastily gave a bitter laugh. "Give me a break, please. I don't want to go into an instance. I'm not going. I'd rather bash my head against something and die right here than go."
Having found someone even more cowardly than himself, Li Yang couldn't hold back a snort. "Pathetic."
Huang Zhuowang didn't argue. He merely gave a helpless, miserable smile.
He looked back on his life. He could have been an ordinary, happy, blissfully ignorant rich, tall, handsome guy. Instead, one morning, the mysterious big shot