"Blue Star, January 1, 2000."
"Experts observed a black bird suddenly materialize, vomit a colossal stomach-like organ that engulfed the sun, then retract the organ and vanish."
"The sun disappeared, plunging Blue Star into eternal night. Yet life endured—humans survived, though barely. Scientists scrambled to study this phenomenon."
"On that same cataclysmic day, gods manifested en masse across Blue Star. Most harbored malice, slaughtering humans indiscriminately."
"Amid the chaos, humanity's nameless heroes rallied. They established the United Government and fortified massive Safe Zones. For reasons unknown, the gods could not breach these sanctuaries. Researchers still debate the cause."
"This history—the Apocalypse—has three key exam points. First, the date: New Year's Day a decade ago, etched into every mind. Second..."
Qin Siyang shook his head in the classroom's corner.
"Studying history won't save humanity. Not when it's riddled with holes."
"In this hellscape, only knowledge of sequence abilities matters."
He glanced through the reinforced window. Beyond the Safe Zone's barrier, distorted silhouettes of gods drifted across the starless sky. Eternal night erased time—the view never changed: faint starlight above, and below, those wandering "divinities."