"I'm not blind?"

Five minutes ago, David Wilder came back to life.

In his last life, he made it through six months of the apocalypse. Then, during the second world-ending event, his squad was digging up a meteorite treasure when they got ambushed. David died under the barrel of a high-tech rifle.

Now, he was standing in the center of Spring City, alone on the roof of a Walmart, staring up at the sky…

The Rift.

Coming back alive, David knew exactly what this meant.

Doomsday.

The first world-ending event was about to begin.

With a thunderous boom, the sky cracked open. A massive rift tore through the sky, spewing blinding red light.

That red glow—he remembered it all too well.

Last time, anyone and anything that looked at it—people, animals alike—lost their sight. Pain like their eyes were burning out, and then complete darkness within seconds.

Didn’t matter if your eyes were closed, or if you were buried underground. Everyone went blind. No exceptions.

But now...

"I'm not blind?"

David's gaze locked onto that glowing rift in the sky.

"I'm really not blind!"

It took a moment, but then the realization hit him like a bolt—joy exploded in his eyes. "I can still see!" He bolted to the edge of the roof, grabbed the railing, and looked down.

It was just past noon. He was standing right above the busiest commercial street in Spring City. A few minutes ago, it’d been packed—cars honking, people hustling.

Now…

There were screams, wails, tires screeching, horns blaring nonstop. Hundreds of cars had crashed at the main intersection, white smoke curling from wrecks, explosions ripping through the air.

And the air-raid sirens started blaring.

That sound...

David scanned his surroundings. Then it hit him—this was the exact siren he'd heard before. It had gone on for about thirty minutes last time. After that, Spring City lost all power and water.

That blackout had forced everyone out of their homes and into the streets.

That’s when the real nightmare began—the Earth turned into a living hell.

“I have to move. I can’t just stand here!”

He hadn't gone blind, he'd been reborn—David knew he had chances now. Things he could prepare for. Things he had to do.

“What should I do right now?”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He slapped his forehead again and again, trying to force himself to calm down.

"Don’t panic. Gotta stay sharp. Focus."

His hands dove into his pockets, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. With trembling hands, he lit one, dragging hard.

Smoke filled his lungs, and he burst into a coughing fit.

“Hack…hack-hack-hack…”

Weirdly enough, the cough helped clear his head.

Half of his panic came from the deep-seated fear of the Blind Apocalypse. The other half? Straight up adrenaline.

Excitement.

It was pure, dizzying, blood-pumping excitement.

When the whole damn world goes blind—and you’re the only one who can still see—how could you not feel a surge of power?

But…

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, old memories flooding back fast.

Right now, the Earth was only at the start of the first apocalypse—this blind world, what survivors later called the "Blind Apocalypse."

It would last ten days. After that...

The second Rift would come.

The second world-ending event. The real terror. That’s when the true nightmare would begin.Ten days later, after the second Sky Rift splits open, a black cross will appear in the bloody red sky.

That moment... will carve itself straight into every human soul.

From that black cross, a massive surge of green mist blasts out, turning the crimson sky to pale green in an instant. Then, like the world’s gone wild, the earth itself starts rushing up into the sky, pouring straight into that cross like a flood turned upside-down.

Soon after, a strange scene—dust begins falling from the sky, soft and gray. It’s not rain, but soil, drifting down in a twisted ballet. The green sky cries a soft, dirty rain...

The falling dirt looked almost beautiful. Like a dream, like a painting. A haunting kind of beauty, like something from a tale—quiet, surreal, even holy.

But that beauty didn’t last. The nightmare opened its jaws and showed its blood-red fangs.

Cities, farmlands, every inch of earth—giant trees burst from the ground, climbing hundreds, thousands of meters, punching holes in the sky and blotting out the sun.

When that time comes…

Only scraps of sunlight will reach the ground.

The air—hot, dark, damp, crawling with the stink of rot. Survivors have no choice but to scurry up into the branches, like ants.

One tree holds tens of thousands of people, huddled together.

They slowly start building shelters up there, whole cities—“Tree Cities” they call them. From these twisted nests, humanity strikes back.

Giant centipedes over two meters long. Spiders the size of basins dripping acid. Rodents as big as jeeps, caterpillars the length of trucks, endless swarms of brain-eating ants...

This is the second apocalypse that’s coming in just ten days.

The survivors gave it a name—Jungle Doomsday.

“Bang!”

David Wilder's fist crashed into the tower's railing, iron groaning under his strike. Last time, this was where he fell—when Jungle Doomsday came. But this time...

“This time, I’m not blind.”

He wiped his face with both hands, let out a breath, and looked up. His eyes locked onto the black rift in the sky.

“I don’t know what you are,” he muttered, “but this time, looks like you forgot to blind me.”

After the second Sky Rift, when the sky turns green, people slowly regain their sight from the light’s cleansing. David figured that’s what hit him too, just early—something about the green light didn’t take from him but gave.

And that wasn’t all.

When their eyes healed, a rare few started awakening strange powers. David was one of them.

A tiny cube tattoo rests on his left wrist. His power—“Spatial Storage.” A space in that cube where he can store a hundred tons of supplies. Anything he puts in stays fresh. Forever.

So...

This is how it stands now:

He’s been reborn.

He knows what’s coming in ten days.

He still has his power.

And most importantly—this time, he can still see.

He’s basically the biggest cheat code on the planet.

“Hah…”

David exhaled deeply, standing on the roof of the Walmart. Spent five minutes thinking it through, then made his first move.

One day. That’s the plan. Fill up all 100 tons of spatial storage. And not with junk—only the real end-of-the-world stuff. The kind of things that’ll cost blood to get when the time comes.