"Staying put is the end result of a temporal-spatial turmoil, but what about the outcome with a drop of blood? What did I do in the month before the apocalypse arrived?"
Wang Ran furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
This apocalypse was completely different from any he had experienced before. Past apocalypses had at least several months of development time, during which he could figure out their sources.
But this apocalypse had no development; the beginning was the end, which meant he obtained even less information from the simulation than ever before.
Wang Ran's expression turned thoughtful as he racked his brain, "In the month before the apocalypse arrived, what exactly did I do that could influence the way the apocalypse came about..."
The apocalypse was no small matter; anything capable of shifting it wasn't merely a "grain of sand"—it had to be at least a "pebble."
So, what was this "pebble"?