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December 23, 2025.
The room was bright with light, it was already half past ten in the morning, and Shen Hao jolted awake from a dream.
His face was pale, and he gasped for air.
In his mind, it seemed as if the apocalyptic scenes from his dream still lingered.
Glancing at the bedside clock, Shen Hao rubbed his temples wearily.
It had been a month.
His gaze inadvertently moved downward, and there, in the lower right corner, was a crisp, almost intangible light blue progress bar that had reached ninety-nine percent.
Ever since he first saw this progress bar a month ago, on the day of great change in the world, he had been having dreams that seemed incredibly real, every single day.
In these dreams, he was like a spectator, without a body, unable to intervene, just watching gargantuan apocalyptic scenes unfold.
Yes, apocalyptic scenes.
He saw a world frozen for thousands of miles, plunged into extreme cold, with countless people falling into eternal stasis amidst cries of despair.
He saw endless fires, creatures burning alive, screaming in agony before turning to ashes.
He saw a monster larger than a planet, unscathed by the universe's warships' relentless fire, until it devoured the mother planet they desperately defended.
There were plants that grew crazily in a short time, sweeping over and destroying the entire world.
There were also monsters that swarmed out of unknown cracks like locusts, slaughtering indiscriminately.
Natural disasters, invasions, mutations...
The scenes became more and more grandiose, the imagery more and more spectacular; yet even with civilizations stronger than the last, each facing threats and crises and even with countless magnificent figures akin to sacred deities from myths, they all ultimately headed towards the end of their civilization amidst the endless crises.
Each time he dreamt, an indescribable sense of sorrow filled Shen Hao's heart along with these images.
It was as if he felt the laments of numerous civilizations, the despair and rage of countless beings.
This left him physically and mentally exhausted.
"When it hits one hundred percent, I really want to see what you are actually about," Shen Hao exhaled deeply and walked out of the room.
He had quit his job a month earlier and returned to his old home in a coastal city.
One of the advantages of staying at home was that no matter how late he got up, someone would always prepare breakfast.
Glancing at his father who seemed to be on the phone on the balcony, Shen Hao didn't pay much attention to it. He brushed his teeth, washed up, then sat in front of the television with a bowl of porridge and turned it on—immediately, the news channel came up.
The attractive host stood in front of the United Nations Building, reporting the situation on the ground.
"Today marks the thirteenth global summit since 'Star Jump' day, with leaders from 347 countries worldwide gathered, aiming to reach a consensus on the 'Supreme Council Member' issue within the global alliance system."
"This is undeniably a major advancement for all of humanity and represents the most united moment in human history!"
"Yet, we can still see a large number of protesters gathered outside the building, coming from around the world, with the content of their protests being extremely diverse."
"Some are shouting about the end of the world, while others are protesting the resolutions already determined in prior meetings."
"..."
The camera panned, and the entire perimeter of the building was densely packed, leaving no path through the throngs of people.
Every skin color, all kinds of banners, all sorts of slogans.
Some even set themselves on fire in the street, causing even greater chaos. Looking around, there was nothing but noise, and occasionally, one could hear the sound of gunfire.
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Shen Hao's brows were tightly furrowed.
One month ago, on the very day that the progress bar had appeared within his field of vision, the entire world, the whole planet, underwent enormous changes that defied comprehension.
——The whole planet, including the Moon, had been transported!
At first, no one knew what had happened. The first to discover that something was wrong were the outer space monitoring bases around the globe.
It seemed to happen in just an instant; the vast starry sky, which had been eternally present since ancient times, disappeared without a trace!
Whether through ground-based observations or outer space satellites, all equipment, through all means, could only come to a conclusion that terrified everyone as if it were a nightmare.
Their entire planet, their whole world! Along with the Moon, had all been transported to an unknown universe!
An incredibly empty universe! A pitch-black expanse, as if devoid of anything!
Fortunately, within this universe, there was still a sun. It radiated a soft orange glow, larger, younger, and brighter than the sun they had known before.
But clearly, this sun was not their original sun, a difference visible even to the naked eye.
Not to mention, it was now the end of December, a time when it should have been bitterly cold winter, but the temperature was over twenty degrees every day, warm and comfortable.
This sudden and extreme change completely surpassed human understanding.
People named this day "Star Jump" day!
But there was something even more intense and miraculous yet to come!
Shen Hao switched through several channels before settling on an interview program.
The person on screen was an older man who had been appearing on TV frequently of late.
A well-known domestic professor of dynamics.
Yet, the professor was being interviewed not for his knowledge, but for his superpower.
That's right, superpower!
Even though Shen Hao had seen such scenes many times before, when the professor known as "Chosen One" demonstrated the fireball floating above his hand on camera, Shen Hao felt an indescribable sense of disconnection.
"According to the information we have so far, 'Chosen Ones' from around the world have mostly been born among the world-class elites of various industries, but there are also those who have gained the status of Chosen One by 'luck'..." the TV host said gravely into the camera, "All Chosen Ones are requested to call the hotline as soon as possible to report their whereabouts, not to use their superpowers to cause chaos, and there is no need for undue concern, the state will not restrict your personal freedom..."
Listening to these words that had been emphasized for half a month, Shen Hao looked back at the progress bar in his field of vision.
As for being an elite, he certainly was not one.
But he also wondered whether this thing could grant him the status of Chosen One.
Let alone superpower, from what he could see, the entire world was taking the so-called "Chosen Ones" very seriously.
Status, wealth, power, fame...
Whatever one wished for, could be satisfied.
During such a massive change when no one knew what might happen, such a status would obviously provide more peace of mind.
"It's almost there, already ninety-nine percent!" Shen Hao couldn't help but tense up.
But at that moment, his father, who had been making a phone call on the balcony, suddenly walked in quickly, his face somewhat pale.
"Little Hao, your mom called from school and said your sister has committed murder!"
"..." Shen Hao's eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something, but after his lips twitched, he found himself unable to utter a word.