The family stayed in the villa enjoying their life, firmly refusing to go far out. At most, they would walk around the villa area for a bit and take a short stroll.
The temperature had clearly become more comfortable. It was mid-July—normally the peak of summer vacation heat, when temperatures hovered around 30°C and people wore short sleeves and shorts.
But now, the temperature had dropped by more than ten degrees. People had already started wearing long sleeves and long pants.
The sudden temperature drop within just a few days shocked many people. More than that, a large number were actually celebrating it, because the damn heatwave had been unbearable.
Now the temperature was just right.
However, the weather clearly wasn’t going to listen to human wishes. It kept dropping—until it reached around 10°C.
At the same time, the topic of “sudden temperature drop” shot up the trending list.
Netizens were constantly discussing it.
【Why is it still dropping? It’s fine to cool down a bit, at least give summer some respect (doge)】
【If you didn’t say it, I’d have forgotten this is summer. It feels like winter is coming. So weird.】
【It shouldn’t drop anymore, right? If it does, that’s just rude.】
【If it keeps dropping, it’ll start snowing. “Snow in June” huh… maybe I’ll actually see it in my lifetime (looking forward to it)】
【Am I the only one who keeps thinking about the tsunami and volcano incidents…?】
…
All kinds of comments were flying online. Some even came surprisingly close to the absurd truth.
The apocalypse was coming.
Jiang Liang was certain of it. The apocalypse had already been advanced. As for how many days ahead—who knew?
Suddenly.
A loud crashing sound rang out—repeated and heavy, booming from outside.
Jiang Liang tensed and immediately ran to the front door, looking outside.
When she looked up, the sky was filled with pitch-black clouds. Huge ice balls were falling straight down.
The impact was so loud it drowned out everything else. Each hit left a crater in the ground.
With that size and force, if it hit a person, the consequences were obvious.
The sound of flowerpots shattering kept coming. Jiang Liang looked closely and saw the flowers hanging outside being ravaged by the hail, smashed into the soil, petals crushed and buried.
The large tree across the street wasn’t spared either—leaves and branches were torn off and scattered everywhere. In a short time, the once lush tree was reduced to a bare trunk.
The dark clouds grew even heavier, blocking out the bright sunlight. It felt like eternal night had descended.
“The apocalypse has begun,” Jiang Liang murmured.
The others also rushed out after hearing the noise.
As the hail continued to fall, the temperature kept dropping at an unbelievable speed—quickly reaching below zero.
Jiang Liang was only wearing a single layer of clothing and couldn’t help but shiver.
White Madam’s face turned pale as she trembled from the cold. “Quick, go inside! Close the doors and windows! Change your clothes!”
Jiang Liang ran back to her room, shut the windows, turned on the air conditioner to maximum heat, and changed into a thick down jacket.
The system reminded her:
“Host, the shop has cold-resistant clothing~ Very affordable, you deserve it.”
Jiang Liang shook her head while shivering.
She had already stocked up on so many winter clothes. If she let them sit unused in her space, that would be wasteful. Points had to be used wisely—she wasn’t going to buy anything extra.
The heater wasn’t warming the room fast enough. Despite no gaps, it still felt like freezing wind was blowing through the room.
She quickly replaced the bedsheets with thick winter blankets and curled up under them, still trembling.
At this rate, the temperature had probably already dropped to minus ten or even minus twenty degrees.
White Madam called for her. Jiang Liang went out and was instantly hit by a freezing gust of wind.
“Come quickly, the stove is ready.”
She hurried into a small room. All four of them were gathered there, with two charcoal stoves burning fiercely.
The temperature inside slowly began to warm up.
Jiang Ran was huddled by the stove, staring at his phone with a serious expression.
“Mom, Dad, Sis… something big has happened.”
On the screen, massive hailstones—just like outside—kept crashing down.
Many people hadn’t been as lucky as them to stay safely at home. Some were out shopping, eating, or strolling on the streets. One moment it was daytime, the next it turned into darkness, and then they were suddenly struck by hailstones.
Some had their heads crushed on the spot, blood spilling across the ground, the hailstones turning red.
There were deaths, and countless severe injuries.
In just a few hours, ambulances were everywhere, sirens blaring nonstop.
When they arrived at hospitals, they discovered the ambulances themselves were already dented and damaged from the hail.
And it didn’t stop there—hospitals were overwhelmed within hours.
Screams of pain and cries of despair mixed together, forming the most common sound of the apocalypse.
Despair.