Scorching heatwaves swept over them as a meteor, friction-burning through the atmosphere, instantly destroyed their clothes with massive sparks.
Blisters erupted on their skin and burst into bloody fluids in an instant, mingling together.
Su Mo's grip around Lu Chen's hands loosened slightly as her consciousness gradually blurred.
The meteor brushed past them, crashing into the cement ground not far away and embedding deeply; the ground cracked like a spiderweb. A small fragment broke off from the massive meteor, shooting swiftly into Su Mo's back with a dazzling red light and piercing her heart.
She loosened her hands and slumped onto Lu Chen, her heart ceasing to beat and dying completely.
Meanwhile, all the meteors around the world had completely made their landfall, and a deadly virus began to spread from there.
Some people instantly turned to dust in their sleep, some were burned to ash while fleeing, and those who survived all fell into a deep slumber collectively on this day.
They were about to face a cruel new world, where the capable would survive, the useless might either barely cling to life or turn into evil spirits to feast on flesh and blood.
Under Su Mo's body, a pair of tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, her deep blue pupils sharp.
The apocalypse descended, and human society crumbled completely.
"...Data reading in progress."
"...Detection of life form death."
"...Beginning heart repair."
"...Vital signs stable, starting data transfer."
A series of mechanical voices filled Su Mo's entire brain as she lay in the void, bewildered.
Was she dead?
"Life form stable, activate the 'God Chef' panel?"
"Huh?" Su Mo was stunned. She was still alive? She struggled to stand in mid-air, but an invisible force lifted her as the mechanical voice repeated, "Activate the 'God Chef' panel?"
She turned to look and found nothing behind her as her body was lifted, her tone turning spooky, like seeing a ghost, "What are you!?"
"No access permission, activate the 'I am God Chef' panel system, 20...19.."
The voice mechanically repeated this phrase. Goosebumps rose on Su Mo's arms as she rubbed her hands and tentatively asked, "Can I refuse?"
"Crystal detached, life form will lose support, die. Yes/No?"
As time counted down, still confused, Su Mo didn't think to refuse anymore and hurriedly said, "Activate! I activate!"
"Activation confirmed, welcome to using God Chef No.1. Beginning initialization transfer."
Countless green data suddenly appeared in the void, rushing toward her and merging into her heart. Su Mo's eyes rolled back as she fainted.
In a small building, within a simply furnished room, a small female body lay on a bed, her fingers moving slightly.
"Initialization complete, beginning to awaken."
She vaguely heard a "ding" sound, consciousness beginning to return, eyelids fluttering, eyes slowly opening.
Blinding sunlight streamed in from the window outside, Su Mo reflexively shut her eyes, moved her throat to speak, but the dryness and pain made her close her mouth again.
She tried to get up, but her body wouldn't obey. After opening and clenching her hand into a fist several times to gain some strength in her arms, Su Mo slowly propped herself up on the bed board, leaned back against the headboard, and gasped softly. Even this simple movement drained a substantial amount of her strength.
She was in a strange room. The door was shut tight; a table with some food on it stood in front of the bed, and a small sofa with a blanket draped over it was nearby.
All signs pointed to the fact that someone had been taking care of her during the time she was unconscious.
Realizing that Lu Chen might still be alive brought her some joy, but strangely, it was too quiet here. Outside the window, aside from the occasional sound of birds, there was an eerie silence with not a single human voice to be heard.
She curled her toes and slowly moved her legs to the floor, attempting to lean on the bed and stand up to look out the window.
Having not stood for too long, her legs failed to support her weight, and she fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Knee pain shot through her like a drill, and Su Mo bit her lip, choosing to endure it. With one hand bracing against the floor and the other against the bed board, she tried to pick herself up from the ground.
Before she could stand up, a sound of a door being smashed open came from downstairs.
With a "bang," she could imagine the force behind it. Initially, she thought it was Lu Chen returning, until the sound of clattering footsteps ascending the stairs made her vaguely realize something was amiss.
Who was outside the door?
Su Mo had a bad premonition; instead of trying to stand up again, she crawled under the bed.
The bedroom door, which faced Su Mo's bed, was shut. She narrowed her eyes and peered through the crack under the door, her heart pounding as a pair of feet with black and blue, badly decomposed skin stood just outside.
"Hiss...hiss."
What kind of sound was that? Su Mo wasn't sure if it came from the throat or the chest, but either way, it was no longer within the range of human sounds.
Not human... what was it? Su Mo shuddered with cold sweat dripping down; she lay under the bed, covered her mouth, and squeezed further into the darkness.
The door was locked from the inside, and the sound of nails scraping across the door panel was grating and unpleasant.
She pricked up her ears, entirely focused on the noises outside. Another set of footsteps coming up the stairs reached her ears, this time more steady and vigorous, heading straight this way.
The 'person' outside the door seemed to notice something, abandoned the room, and the hissing sound faded away.
With the outside noises gone, Su Mo stared intently at the door, holding her breath. Not long after, the doorknob turned slowly in sync with her rising anxiety, and the door was opened from the outside.
The person, wearing a pair of blood-stained sneakers, walked into the room and slowly approached the bed.
Finally, bending down in front of Su Mo, she caught a glimpse of deep blue eyes.
"Lu... Lu Chen?" Her voice, uncertain and as unpleasant as a saw, faced a man both familiar and strange to her.
Lu Chen nodded, reached out his hand under the bed, and she placed her hand in his. The cold touch made her shiver; the calluses were gone from his palm, and his fingers had become slender and pale like scallions.
He pulled her out, and Su Mo, still weak in the legs, was carried back to the bed.
Lu Chen supported her against the headboard and magically produced a bottle of water. Under Su Mo's nearly dumbfounded gaze, he opened the cap and offered it to her. Seeing her hesitate, he said slowly, "Do you want me to feed you?"
Taking the water, Su Mo took a large gulp and nearly choked. A cold hand patted her back gently, making her feel much better.
"How did you change like this? Was that...magic just now?" Su Mo stared blankly at the man before her, his hair silver with a mutation yet his face still delicately handsome.
She couldn't be blamed; what had happened was too fantastical to believe.
Lu Chen took the bottle, capped it, placed it on the table, sat down on the bed's edge, and started recounting the events after Su Mo had lost consciousness.