Plastic bomb

Humanity has endured for millions of years, but recorded history only spans a mere four thousand years. During that unrecorded deep-sea age, what exactly were we doing?
Countless indescribable beings ruled the universe, and our powerful ancestors preserved the fire of human civilization under their threat.
Then they disappeared, and we rose.
Now, they are coming back, mysterious psychic powers are awakening, the flame of human civilization is slowly extinguishing, and no kings are in sight...
Chen Ke opens his eyes to see a world full of ruins and himself on the brink of death.
The moment his heart was pierced by the Blasphemous Dagger, he became a dying man without a heart.
Able to survive only 2 hours...

This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Five people ascended the steps, with Sam in the lead and Chen Ke at the rear.


To get from the subway platform into the hall smoothly, they had to first clear the sandbags blocking the entrance.


There was a massive quantity of these sandbags, stacked one on top of another, almost reaching the ceiling. And that wasn't all; behind the sandbags were more sandbags, with the passage nearly filled to capacity, allowing only slivers of natural light to penetrate through the gaps, bringing in wisps of cold air.


The people below the steps were drawn to the natural light at the stairwell entrance, looking up with expressions filled with unease and anticipation.


Some red dust accumulated on top of these sandbags. Out of caution, both Chen Ke and Sam refrained from touching them immediately upon arrival.


Chapter 183 Silence