Su Que died.

Su Que understood very clearly.

But she didn't have time to be sad now.

This is the end of the world, even if you die, you have to be afraid, because if you are not careful, you will not even be able to die.

It's like now.

It's a supermarket in the last days.

Su Que floated his soul that had been blurred and couldn't see the form, and the whole person seemed to be hidden in the misty fog, and the lower half of his body had almost merged with nothingness, and next to it were rows of shelves.

Beneath her soul was the corpse of a young girl who had long since stiffened.

Her delicate face was covered with blood, and her long, smooth hair became yellowish and rough and tangled, drooping all the way down, low to cover her pale eyebrows.

A glittering silver blade was inserted into the twisted chest, and the silver blade almost pierced the thin body, and a large area of crimson almost black blood dried up around the silver blade, reflecting the girl's pale complexion in a terrifying way.

That girl was obviously Su Que, who had just died.

However, the horrific death of her own corpse obviously did not become the focus of her attention.

Or rather, I don't have time to care.

Su Que's two eyes were staring at a bucket of Master Jian's instant noodles on the shelf in the distance.

A protrusion on the distorted figure of instant noodles, to be exact.

It was a bulging human face.

It turned out that he should be a well-known middle-aged handsome star, and that face was naturally not bad.

But now his face printed on the instant noodle bucket was swelling up as if it had been inflated, and his handsome facial features were slowly distorting and spreading in all directions.

Looking at the feeling as a whole, it's a different story.

Su Que didn't see whether he was handsome or not, he only felt that the ghost was creepy.

The windows of the supermarket glowed with a miserable white light, and rows of shelves lined up in the supermarket, and the shadows overlapped and intertwined together, which looked particularly eerie.

The thing was expanding so fast that it was like a large, invisible hand that was constantly pumping a pump into it.

If it used to be a deflated balloon, now it can be said to be a balloon that is full of shots and almost bursts.

A disgusting fleshy yellow color fills the entire swollen bubble, and it continues to grow and grow at a never-ending rate of expansion.

Su Que squinted and hid behind a row of shelves, staring at the bubble tightly, and the muscles in her whole body tightened - if she still had muscles.

Willpower will converge into the spirit, and the spirit will converge into the soul.

It is true that she is a real soul now, but this is the end of the world, and even souls can have accidents.

If it had been in the original order, she would have dissipated into heaven and earth or been picked up by Paradise.

But apparently she didn't.

Then there is only one possibility-

It is about to become the birthplace of a new eschatological era.

The constant expansion of the otherwise flat place is the best proof of this.

Not all flat worlds will develop into a true eschatology, thus replacing the current one.

But development is always possible.

Her biggest wish now is probably to look forward to the arrival of Elysium soon-

Although the likelihood is slim to none.

Su Que was like a wisp of pale cyan smoke, floating nervously.

The bubble was expanding again, and now it was almost the size of a house.

The facial features of different sizes were distorted and distributed on the yellow bubbles.

The shelves of goods in the store were all squeezed over, overlapping on top of each other, making a deafening sound and splattering dust on the ground.

Su Que's soul body retreated suddenly, like a featured scene in a ghost movie.

Her body was unfortunately crushed under the shelves.

It's a really bad luck. The owner of the corpse was still watching, and his flesh was shattered.

Could this be the legendary death without turning a blind eye?

Su Que thought a little sadly.

But now that the "ghost life" is at the head, nothing else matters.

Su Que casually shook the ghost body and didn't care.

She set her eyes on the shelves, almost ready for the expansion of the world, and she would blow herself up immediately.

Because she knew very well that if she didn't blow herself up, she might be swept up in that end world and become the first "member" at the beginning of that end times-

A monstrous and terrifying monster, or a sinister and evil ghost.

Probably no normal human would want to be a monster after death.

Su Que shuddered at the thought of those strange post-apocalyptic creatures.

Probably the zombies in the novel are cuter than them.

The dim sunlight shines into the supermarket.

The face on the instant noodle bucket has completely swelled into a huge flesh-yellow ball, completely covering the original bucket of instant noodles, and the huge body occupies almost half of the supermarket, which can reach the cash register from the shelf.

What's even more disgusting is that the sizes that spread out to the surroundings are different, and the eyes and noses that are gathered together are just scattered in front of Su Que's eyes.

Su Que covered his eyes with a cold cold.

On such a post-apocalyptic night, suddenly, a "bang" came from the supermarket and pierced the quiet night sky.

The supermarket with the red outer glass door was violently crowded, and the items on the shelves flew in all directions, and some special items even caused explosions one by one.

The monster on the corner looked up and looked at the supermarket with empty eyes.

Su Que didn't know what was going on.

Just when the bubble was almost inflated, and she wanted to blow herself up sooner for the sake of insurance.

The swollen bubble suddenly burst open, and the distorted human face seemed to have a hole in the middle, and endless darkness struck Su Que from the swollen human face like a pocket of broken wind.

She only felt that it was dark in front of her, and she didn't even have time to frown before she was swept away by the violent dark storm and disappeared into the endless darkness.

The night of the last days was silent, as if there had never been a supermarket here.

……

Su Que didn't know where he was now, and he had forgotten who he was.

All she felt was a void all around her, empty enough as if it was about to melt her soul.

She didn't know if she still existed.

There was a never-ending darkness all around, as if even the light would be swallowed up, as if gravity had been amplified to the point of no end, but it was more ethereal than water.

She sometimes thinks that it would be nice to be like that.

I don't know how long it has been, it seems like a thousand years and it seems like only a moment.

In a hazy mist, she heard someone calling her name:

"Su Que, Su Que, are you okay?"

The ethereal restraints around the body seemed to spread out in an instant.

Just like a fish returning to the embrace of water, Su Que opened her eyes suddenly, and a strong light pierced her eyes, and her retina darkened for a while.

She subconsciously used her hand to block, but only heard an exclamation from the side.

The teacher at the desk was taken aback by her actions.

To her surprise, what she saw was not the end of the world she lived in, which ate people and didn't spit out bones.

There are no monsters roaming the streets and alleys all day long, and there are no ever-changing, hideous faces of the end of the world.

Only a few warm golden rays of sunlight shallow in the clear classroom, a clean spotless blue sky, and leisurely floating clouds.

From those clear windows, there are a few microcosms of the quiet world.

It was the time of the exam, and the wind came in through the half-open window, quietly sweeping the pages with a rustling sound.

The warm sunlight gilded the students near the window with a layer of bright yellow gold edges, outlining a warm and leisurely silhouette, and a faint ink fragrance escaped in the air.

Su Que looked around in confusion, and then raised her hand in a daze, the five fingers were slender and white, crystal and delicate like a fine mutton fat jade, without the countless calluses she had practiced in the last days for so many years, the real touch all told her that this was not a strange end times, but-

She was born again.

The teacher who had been neglected for a long time on the side frowned impatiently, and seeing that Su Que was still stunned, her face turned pale, and she said coldly:

"Classmate Su Que, this is the high school entrance examination, not a place where you can sleep casually!"

Su Que was stunned, and the memories that had been sealed in the dust for many years seemed to rush like water that had opened the floodgates.

On the day of the end of the world, she just finished the high school entrance examination at the age of 16.

If that day had never come, she would have been like many ordinary girls, taking the high school entrance examination safely, being admitted to the best high school in the city, and then completing her studies, finding a job, getting married, and finally growing old.

But unfortunately, that day came.

Su Que lowered his eyes, and in his ears was the teacher's chattering teaching: "Su Que, don't you know how important the high school entrance examination is...... If you don't do well in the high school entrance examination, it is equivalent to not being able to get into a good high school, and if you can't get into a good high school, it means ......"

Su Que patiently waited for the teacher to finish speaking, and then grinned and sincerely apologized to the teacher.

After so many end-times, even this tiresome and lengthy teaching is extremely gracious.

The teacher softened his face, Su Que was in their middle school, and he was also a very good student, and he was in the top twenty of the grade in every exam, and he was still happy with the teacher, seeing that her attitude of admitting her mistakes was extremely sincere, this matter was over.

The tall and beautiful female teacher glared at her, stepped on her high heels and returned to the podium to proctor.

The examination room was silent for a while.

Su Que silently lowered his head, picked up the pen and pretended to be an ordinary candidate to continue answering the questions.

The snow-white answer sheet reflected the sun, like an empty dream in another world, Su Que clenched the 2B pencil in his hand, but there was a trance in front of him.

The rustle of writing in the class seemed extremely quiet and peaceful.

"Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......" With the crisp bell ringing, the test papers densely filled with handwriting, according to the size of the test number, slowly passed from behind the examination room, and waited until the last student handed in the test papers, the candidates began to make a noise to sort out their bags, and walked out of the examination room in twos and threes.

The tall and beautiful invigilator carried a sealed bag full of exam papers, carried the bag, and turned to the end of the corridor.

The afterglow of the setting sun hit the students who returned late, adding countless leisurely and quiet colors.

Su Que walked out of the school, and the roar of cars was faintly heard from the street in the distance.

The sound of cups and saucers colliding can be heard in the restaurant on the side of the road, mixed with polite noise, laughter, and the aroma of food continues to overflow.

The air is dry, mixed with all kinds of smells, but still fresh and natural.

Su Que walked down the wide street, the scorching asphalt scorched the soles of her feet, the dry air wrapped around her whole body, almost absorbing the last trace of water from her, her lips were a little chapped, and the pores all over her body seemed to be noisy and hot.

But Su Que didn't seem to care much about this, she looked at the lively and noisy environment around her and was a little dazed.

Since the end of the world, all this peace has ceased to exist.

Everything that had been once became a dream, a peace forgotten by the people of the last days.

…

Su Que's parents died when he was a child, and he has always relied on his own part-time work to make money. The house is a 60-square-meter house in a decent community left by his parents, which is enough for Su Que to live alone.

And now, Su Que was standing in his room silently watching everything familiar and unfamiliar.

The sun shone into the small room, reflecting an old bed, a worn-out table, and a few stools with missing legs.

A faint musty smell permeated the air.

Not all rebirths can be omniscient, and in the last days they will be mixed up—

This points the end times.

And this fickle end times seem to be out of the ranks.

There are countless latitudes in the universe, and there is often the possibility of dimensionality reduction between various dimensions due to dimensional changes, but by analogy, there is also an opportunity to reverse dimensionality between adjacent dimensions, and this special phenomenon is named by people -

"Ascension".

This is a fact beyond science in the causes of the birth of the last days.

In the midst of this, the two-dimensional under the three-dimensional and the continuous expansion of the one-dimensional and zero-dimensional worlds have given birth to countless autonomous flat worlds.

These worlds expand in two dimensions, until one day it swallows up the dimensional coordinates of the three dimensions and becomes a three-dimensional world, and all the parallel particles in the original two dimensions have since become real.

And in so many flat worlds, those who can stand out from the encirclement and dominate one side are often the worlds with the strongest lethality and the highest dimensional parameters, referred to as -

Eschatological.

This is the origin of the first eschatology.

But then, the new soon replaced the old, and the stronger, more peculiar end times came, and the world became purgatory, played with in the palm of the hand by the end times.

It was then that people saw the fickle face of the world for the first time.

Su Que has been struggling between various apocalyptic times in his previous life, and in this life, Su Que wants to live happily.

may still live in various apocalyptic crises, but she at least wants to live more vividly than the previous life, instead of passively accepting every apocalypse again and again, and living under the shadow of the horrors of the apocalypse every day.