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March 20, morning.
The golden morning sun woke Xinhaishi on time, even though most people did not yearn to wake up.
They seemed to be wound up against their will, shuttling between subway entrances and bus stations on predetermined routes, their faces filled with fatigue and boredom, all cursing the same thing in their minds—
Another damn Monday.
On such extremely painful days, many people actually hoped for something to happen.
Whether it was a fire in the office building or an outbreak of a Secret Realm in the subway tunnel, anything that could put an end to this day was welcome, and an unannounced nuclear war would be even better. Don't miss out on something as wonderful as the end of the world.
Under the circumstances that four Secret Realms had sequentially appeared recently in Xinhaishi, these fantasies seemed somewhat more realistic.
