Jianghai City’s most luxurious hotel—the Buckingham!
Chen Han sat in the revolving restaurant on the top floor, sipping a cup of coffee.
His gaze passed through the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking at the world outside—the shimmering lights, the endless flow of cars, pedestrians laughing with milk tea in hand.
Everything was so beautiful.
Unfortunately, this beautiful life had only one hour left.
“Back to that apocalypse again…” Chen Han muttered, his feelings complicated.
After surviving three years of the apocalypse, he had become accustomed to living in constant fear.
Compared to that, he still preferred the peaceful life now.
Chen Han took another sip of coffee, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.
But it didn’t matter.
In this life, with all the preparations he had made, living peacefully would be far too easy.
Time ticked by.
Chen Han’s phone buzzed nonstop.
The gold-digging woman Xiao Rou kept urging him.
[Baby, I’m in room 404.
When are you coming?]
[Will the apocalypse really come?
I’m scared alone…]
[You stored so many resources.
How much will you earn?]
Seeing the messages, Chen Han sneered.
This cheap woman—she was still thinking about money at a time like this!
[Don’t rush.
I’m busy.
Remember—after midnight, don’t eat anything.]
Chen Han replied.
He didn’t want Xiao Rou turning into a zombie from eating contaminated food.
That would be too cheap for her.
Chen Han logged into [Doomsday Dawn] again.
(Very Thick Cannon) hadn’t contacted him since.
This made Chen Han a little confused—they had agreed to meet at noon.
Why no news now?
Did something happen?
Or did he ditch the meeting?
Forget it.
Though that guy was a major asset, it didn’t matter if he didn’t come.
Chen Han opened the trading market and found that players had posted more food and newbie gear—though priced much higher.
Chen Han chuckled and bought everything.
Expensive?
After the game descends, food prices would rise by hundreds of times.
And even then, supply wouldn’t meet demand.
Chen Han remembered that food wouldn’t appear in the trading market again until Phase Three of the apocalypse.
…
The time reached 23:59.
Countless people awaited midnight.
Even though most didn’t believe in the apocalypse, they couldn’t resist watching the spectacle.
Some even opened the [Doomsday Dawn] website, ready to flame the developers.
Jianghai City was one of them.
At Jianghai Square, less than a hundred meters from the Buckingham Hotel, over ten thousand people had gathered.
“Ten!”
“Nine!”
“Eight!”
…
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
BOOM!
As the countdown ended, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky.
The silver moonlight was suddenly dyed blood-red, the black night sky washed in crimson.
The crowd jumped in fright, terror rising in their hearts.
At that moment, the same thought crossed everyone’s mind—
“Is the apocalypse real?”
Then a message appeared before everyone’s eyes.
[Welcome to the world of the “Doomsday Dawn” game!
The anniversary event begins on time!]
[Dear players, you are about to personally experience the charm of “Doomsday Dawn.” Enjoy the grand feast!]
[Doomsday Dawn descends upon reality—Phase One: Zombie Outbreak!]
[Phase One Explanation: Level cap is 1–9.
Veteran players inherit their accounts, resources, and equipment, but start from level 1 like new players.]
[As a gesture of sincerity, starting now, the game will periodically drop random supply crates.
Please watch the sky.]
[Friendly reminder: Do not consume real-world food.]
[Lastly, dear players… seek your own fortune.]
A simple message—but it made the entire world lose composure.
This was the real apocalypse!
As the system message appeared, a panel materialized before everyone’s eyes.
It was identical to the one in the mobile game [Doomsday Dawn].
[Personal Info]
[Inventory]
[World Chat Channel]
…
Wasn’t this exactly the game interface?
The only difference was—they weren’t controlling characters anymore.
They were inside the game.
In Jianghai Square, over ten thousand people panicked.
“Holy shit—it’s real?
[Doomsday Dawn] actually descended?!”
“God, the menu is exactly the same as in the game!”
A girl screamed as an axe appeared in her hand.
“It works!
I just took this out of my inventory!”
Seeing this, the entire crowd was stunned.
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The hamburger in her hand fell.
Then—an unbelievable scene.
She bit into her boyfriend’s face, gnawing frantically.
“AHHH!”
Screams erupted.
People fled in terror.
But among ten thousand people, she wasn’t the only one eating.
After the apocalypse descended, food was the first thing to change.
All edible items became contaminated.
Anyone who ate them turned into zombies.
On July 1st, 2035, in just three minutes, the zombie crisis erupted.
In the crowd of Jianghai Square, more and more turned into zombies.
Some mutated from contaminated food; others turned after being bitten.
Chaos spread instantly.
Screams, roars, cries for help…
In the terror, people fled desperately.
The overcrowded plaza caused many to be knocked down.
Several veteran players of [Doomsday Dawn] didn’t even have time to summon weapons before being trampled to death.
People crushing people—more terrifying than zombies.
At the same time, the zombie crisis swept the globe.
Countless humans transformed, and panic engulfed every corner of the world.
…
On the Buckingham Hotel rooftop, Chen Han gazed calmly at the chaos below, expressionless.
The familiar feeling… had returned.
Chen Han looked at the coffee on the table.
If one looked carefully, there was a faint gray film on its surface.
That was contamination.
Chen Han took out a Snickers bar from his inventory—it was one he had stockpiled earlier.
Sure enough, it was unpolluted.
Chen Han sighed in relief.
His plan had worked.
If his stored food had been contaminated, everything would’ve been for nothing.
“ROAR!”
The restaurant erupted into chaos.
Many who didn’t read the system prompt ate contaminated food and turned into zombies.
The survivors reacted quickly, grabbing anything they could use as weapons.
One person swung an iron stool at a zombie’s head.
Anyone who had watched zombie movies knew the head was the weakness.
But the next scene shocked them—
The heavy stool bent, yet the zombie’s head was completely fine.
A chef rushed out from the kitchen with a bone-cleaver, chopping at a zombie’s skull—the cleaver snapped in half.
Such horrifying scenes caused real panic.
Zombies that couldn’t be killed—how were they supposed to fight?
They were doomed!
And just when despair filled the room, Chen Han stepped forward, katana in hand.
One swing, one zombie—cut down like vegetables.