Chapter 1: A Message from the Future

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[I am you from the future.]
Xu Mingsong sat at his desk, staring dumbfounded at the glowing text that suddenly appeared in his field of vision. He picked up the well-worn copy of "The Three-Body Problem," which Old Xu had nearly worn to pieces. What the hell? Is this sophon coming to visit him?
Suddenly, panic surged through him.
It wasn’t entirely Xu Mingsong’s fault. A torrential red rainstorm had shut down all primary and secondary schools in Winter City. But as a disciplined Sigma male, even though high school classes were canceled, he still held late-night self-study sessions at home.
One moment he was furiously working through his tricky little problems until he nearly lost his mind; the next, he looked up and found a cluster of floating text following his gaze wherever he turned. Anyone would freak out in such a situation.
If you want to find someone, go find the Wall-Facer, why come to me, a high schooler?
[Focus. I really am you from the future.]
The letters in his vision blurred and transformed into a downward arrow [↓]. Xu Mingsong followed the arrow to the center of his wooden desk, where a "Five Years of College Entrance Exam, Three Years of Simulation" workbook lay. Nearby was a pile of books topped with a few math exam papers, on which a stack of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards rested. Under the light, the Ankh cross pattern gleamed brightly.
This was the talisman he had taken from Old Xu after hearing about the pre-"catastrophe" entertainment culture—a charm to prevent him from dying suddenly while grinding through problems late at night.
“Resurrection of the dead.”
Xu Mingsong stared blankly. The arrow was pointing to that “Resurrection of the Dead” card!
[Unfortunately, buddy, you’re done for.]
Damn, that’s really me.
No, wait—buddy, how did you just die?!
Xu Mingsong’s pupils trembled, and he gripped the chair tightly, nearly falling off from shock.
But the floating text didn’t stop; it continued typing out lines of pale blue characters, flooding his vision like a barrage of information.
[Our time is very limited.]
[I’ve already failed, but you still have a future.]
[Failures have no right to tell you what to do. I’m just leaving you a very cool inheritance, but it won’t arrive until tomorrow. For now, remember what I’m about to say.]
[First, how do you know I scored 686 on the college entrance exam?]
[Second, after this rainstorm, your life will change drastically. The truth they’ve been hiding is "demons." By the way, don’t spread this around. The fewer who know, the better.]
[Third, you will die next year, on August 26, 2080. On the same day, everyone in Winter City will freeze to death in the blizzard. Winter City will become a barren wasteland.]
[Cold. Bone-chilling cold.]
At this point, no new text appeared.
The sudden flood of information nearly overloaded his brain.
He tried to keep up with the message’s rhythm, but when he encountered the word “demons,” it felt like a thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind. The absurdity and shock made him open his mouth and eyes wide, straightening his back.
No way—why did the worldview suddenly blow up like that?
He was just an ordinary high school student in China, preparing for the college entrance exam next year, not some Japanese high schooler!

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Calm down, calm down... take a deep breath.
Xu Mingsong inhaled deeply and tried to ease his tension, but the subtitles in front of him shifted again.
He stared carefully; the floating words in midair seemed to frost over and freeze.
Strangely, despite the torrential rain outside, the air in his room, even through the window, felt unusually dry and cold.
Something intangible was spreading through the airflow.
It was as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into an icy wasteland—he shivered uncontrollably!
[Xu Mingsong—]
[It’s up to you—]
The two lines of text crystallized into frost and clattered onto the desk.
At the same time, the chill in the air escalated to an extreme, and a fierce gust of wind burst from the cards on the desk. Xu Mingsong was hit head-on; his pupils flashed with multicolored light, and visions flooded his mind!
...
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Winter City, surrounded by satellite towns, was pierced by the harsh light of spotlights tearing through the heavy snow at night. The beams illuminated the sky. Sirens blared, sharp enough to pierce eardrums, then suddenly fell silent. The endless snow buried Winter City’s towering buildings in deathly stillness.
A phone kept ringing with the message, “The user you have dialed is not available, please try again later. I’m sorry...” A young man hurriedly pulled on a heavy cotton coat and dashed through the silent, snowy streets toward No. 6, Lane 18, Suian Street.
Snowflakes drifted down quietly, the only sound was the wind rustling through the snow.
The rare snowfall in a millennium made the temperature brutal; he shivered violently but not from cold.
A chilling shadow stood at the end of the street.
The figure was gaunt and sharp, with grotesque bone spurs at its joints and countless tiny white scales layered like regal armor upon a king, radiating a fiercely sharp aura. Its long dragon tail swept the snow unconsciously. A humanoid body bore a majestic dragon’s head, as if it had stepped out of ancient myth.
The divine and wild dragon head’s long horns stretched skyward, seemingly piercing the night, golden eyes glowing like molten metal, emanating endless fury that made the entire world wail and freeze.
Cold—bone-piercing cold that cracked every organ inside.
He heard voices chanting praises, and in the distance amid the blizzard, enormous shadows blotted out the sky, approaching like worshippers. Faceless figures knelt before the dragon man as if he were their sovereign; they froze instantly, shattering into ice crystals that scattered with the wind.
The golden molten eyes were seared deep into the boy’s soul.
That was—
“Demons!”
Boom!
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