Not long after, Father Mo returned home with Lucky, their beloved golden retriever.
Lucky was a beautiful golden lady—yes, lady, already four and a half years old, still single and childless.
When she was younger, Father and Mother Mo wouldn’t let any other dogs get close to her, terrified that their “precious cabbage” would be ruined by the neighbor’s “pigs.” But as Lucky grew up, she simply refused to like any other golden retrievers. No matter how handsome or well-bred the suitors were, she’d bare her teeth and chase them off. The only dogs she ever tolerated were the tiny, hyperactive toy poodles that would “bark at the sky, the ground, and the air” all day long—something the elder Mos found utterly unacceptable.
Thus, Lucky became the family’s second old maiden—her owners being the first, of course. Both parents swore it was Mo Xiaobai’s fault for setting a bad example.
After dinner, Mo Xiaobai gathered her parents on the sofa and began explaining everything—her apocalyptic dream, the system, and her plan.
Father and Mother Mo listened with increasingly complex expressions, clearly wondering if their daughter had finally gone off the deep end. That was, until she demonstrated her ability: she held out her hand, and before their eyes, a sunflower seed sprouted, took root, and bloomed into a full sunflower—then ripened into a bowlful of fresh seeds.
Only then did they believe her. Silence fell.
“So… you said the apocalypse will arrive in a month?” Father Mo’s deep voice finally broke the quiet. His expression was grave, though his eyes flickered with a trace of desperate hope. “Is there any way to stop it?”
Mo Xiaobai shook her head. “I asked the system. It’s irreversible. The object that crashes onto Blue Star and releases the zombie virus is actually a ‘civilization seed’ sent by a higher civilization that evolved from zombies. When their own world was destroyed, they used a space-time device to scatter these ‘seeds’ across the universe. Each seed lands at a random time and place—and once exposed to air, the virus immediately spreads through the atmosphere. It’s untraceable, unstoppable, and impossible to destroy.”
“The device that launched those seeds could’ve been tracked, but it was destroyed during the attack. The Advanced Civilization Alliance tried countless methods but failed. That’s why they released countless systems—like mine—across the universe to help lower civilizations save themselves.”
On the way home earlier, Mo Xiaobai had turned on full “Ten Thousand Whys” mode, pestering Fuwa for every possible detail. She’d learned all about Blue Star’s coming apocalypse, the galactic civilizations, and had even started forming a long-term plan.
“What should we do then?” Mother Mo’s face had gone pale, her hands trembling helplessly. “If what you’re saying is true, then the world… it’s really ending, isn’t it? Blue Star civilization will be wiped out! Wait, what about a vaccine? Our country’s Doctor Zhong is amazing—he can definitely develop one, right?”
Mo Xiaobai could only hold her mother’s hands and comfort her gently. “The system says the chances of developing a vaccine in time are very low. This zombie virus spreads too fast and mutates too quickly. Even advanced civilizations haven’t found a way to completely eliminate it.”
“Don’t worry, Mom, Dad. You still have me—and my brother. And I have the system. I plan to report the system to our nation’s authorities. With national support, as long as we keep doing missions and earning merit points, we can exchange them for resources—even interstellar ships. When the time comes, even if Blue Star can’t sustain life anymore, our country can lead humanity into the stars—to find a new world where we can survive and rebuild.”
“For now, the most important thing is for you two to drink the gene serums and strengthen your bodies. Only then can I safely go to find my brother for the next step.”
She couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her parents turn into zombies again, as they had in her nightmare. She vividly remembered how they had fallen ill and slipped into comas, right before awakening their powers—only to be devoured by zombies during the outbreak.
She would not let that happen again.
Mo Xiaobai carefully explained everything about the gene serums—their effects, side effects, and the pain they’d experience during the transformation, as well as how to adapt afterward.
Without a word, Father and Mother Mo each took a vial and went into separate bathrooms to drink it.
As they did, Mo Xiaobai couldn’t help but recall what Fuwa had told her earlier. The truth was harsh.
Many high-level civilizations followed the law of survival of the fittest. To them, the zombie virus wasn’t something to eradicate—it was a natural filter, a test that forced life to evolve. The virus unlocked genetic potential and led to the birth of ability users, driving civilization to advance.
And as for the gene serums? Those were products of advanced civilizations—why would they share them with a “low-tier” world? That was simply the order of the universe.
Some had tried to develop vaccines before, but the cost was astronomical, and no civilization saw enough benefit to continue. The only choice now was for humanity to rely on itself.
While waiting for her parents to finish their transformation, Mo Xiaobai checked with Fuwa about their status.
“The absorption rate for both is excellent,” Fuwa reported. “Roughly seventy-five percent each. No danger detected. Your father has awakened a fire-type ability, and your mother has awakened a mutated space-type ability. The specific mutation will be determined once she wakes.”
Mo Xiaobai finally exhaled in relief. She didn’t know if her visions of the future could truly be changed, but at least now her parents had awakened safely. With powers of their own, they wouldn’t become zombies—she could protect them.
According to Fuwa, abilities generally fell into three major categories: basic, mutated, and special.
Each ability’s form and strength varied from person to person. For example, earth users could specialize in defense or offense, depending on their awakening path—leading to countless unique subtypes.
In the universal classification system, abilities weren’t measured by type but by awakening level—graded from lowest to highest: F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, and SSS. The higher the level, the stronger the user’s potential. These levels could also rise over time through training, experience, or re-awakening.
Currently, Mo Xiaobai’s precognitive ability was ranked A-level, allowing her to perceive detailed, vivid visions for extended periods. Her mutated wood-type ability, enhanced by her companion spirit plant Xiaoying, was categorized as SS-level.
If Xiaoying matured and underwent a second awakening, it could even evolve to the legendary SSS-level—a rank so rare that even among advanced civilizations, only a handful of beings across the galaxy had ever achieved it.
Those who did were the ones every civilization fought to recruit.