Chapter 2: The Gray Mist Realm

Including the current incident, there have been three meteorite fall events known to Shen Yu.

The first occurred about three months ago. The meteorite landed near a small town in the Northern Alliance with a population of around twenty thousand. Initially, no one paid much attention, but within just a day, a group of massive gray-white segmented creatures appeared there. Their heads resembled rotating gear-shaped mouths, like some kind of worm. Moreover, their bodies continuously expanded without pause! Within just half a day, that town was reduced to ruins, with no survivors.

This event was concealed by the international elite; ordinary people remained unaware. Yet the scale was such that it still circulated within certain circles. Shen Yu learned of it through his own channels. The current situation there remains unknown, with the only news suggesting that a small nuclear weapon might have been used.

The second incident happened two months ago. The meteorite fell in a neighboring country, in a relatively densely populated area, bringing with it tiny floating eyeballs moving at incredible speeds, scattering in all directions, making concealment impossible. Any creature that met these eyeballs’ gaze developed an intense suicidal tendency. From eye contact to suicide, sometimes within just a minute.

This was the first event truly known to the world, sparking massive panic, especially when some claimed these monsters came from the meteorite destined to arrive at humanity’s home planet eight years in the future. Talk of the apocalypse grew louder and louder.

Those with even a shred of ability scrambled to find ways to secure their survival. The Doomsday Fortress was just one such attempt—perhaps ineffective, but better than doing nothing at all.

“Three small meteorites, three kinds of monsters,” Shen Yu murmured to himself. “What else is yet to come?”

No one could answer that question, but it was undoubtedly a source of profound despair. Enormous worms, suicidal eyeballs, and now these creatures spreading like zombies—yet far more terrifying than any movie depiction. Ordinary people were as fragile as ants before any of these monsters.

“Boss,” Ji Mingshu whispered beside him, “the most pressing issue right now is the impact this live broadcast is having on social order. The fact that it’s still being aired without being shut down clearly means the authorities are prepared for a public crisis.”

Before, it was mostly rumors online—though increasingly widespread and believable—most people still covered their ears and pretended ignorance or believed it wouldn’t threaten them so soon.

But now, with such bloody and brutal scenes airing, it was clear things had changed.

The end of the world was no longer a rumor but a stark reality confronting every person.

Social order would be shaken to its core.

That was the real trouble at hand.

“Our country should have the capability to maintain order,” Shen Yu said, brow furrowed. “Besides, we’ve done quite a bit of preparation... though those items in warehouses worldwide definitely need to be moved out quickly.”

As he spoke, the live broadcast was suddenly interrupted by a hysterical scream. The camera, lying on the ground facing the sky, clearly showed a grotesque figure leaping overhead. It even caught the bloodied, twitching corpse of a fallen female reporter.

She had screamed “God” until her last breath, but unfortunately, no God appeared.

Shen Yu stopped watching and quickened his pace toward his Doomsday Fortress. Over the past months, he had only managed to accelerate construction of the framework—it remained empty inside.

“Arrange to have the interior finished as soon as possible, and bring my parents here,” he told his secretary, turning to her. “The situation now is different. Security must be strengthened. Convince them as well.”

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

No matter how powerful Shen Yu was as a boss, before his parents he was just their son.

“Yes, boss,” Ji Mingshu replied softly.

Shen Yu nodded. In the next instant, a thick gray mist suddenly surged around him, swallowing him up in the blink of an eye and vanishing.

Only Ji Mingshu remained in the room, staring blankly at the spot where he had disappeared.

Though she had seen it many times before, each time it brought her immense reassurance—especially now.

She would never forget the first time she met him, when with a mere touch of his fingertip he erased the endless pain caused by her hyperthymesia.

“Whether the apocalypse comes or not, standing behind the boss is my greatest fortune,” she thought quietly.

At that moment, Shen Yu had already arrived in a unique space.

It was a void, with a black background and faint gray mist emitting a soft glow, illuminating Shen Yu and a vast collection of cargo.

About eight years ago, when Shen Yu was a senior in high school, he suffered a car accident that left him unconscious for a full year.

When he awoke, he discovered he possessed this mysterious space.

Although he lost the chance to attend university, he gained supernatural powers.

To this day, Shen Yu had yet to fully understand this gray mist space, having only uncovered three major functions.

The first was storage.

Anything could be stored here. While not perfectly preserved over time, items were difficult to damage, and the space was immense—Shen Yu had never reached its limits.

Unfortunately, living beings could not be stored. Aside from Shen Yu himself, any living organism placed inside immediately lost all signs of life, including bacteria and viruses.

The second function was teleportation.

He could freely set teleport anchors.

He could use the gray mist space as a transit point to arrive anywhere at any time.

For example, now, with a few steps, he could exit at a warehouse along the Northern Alliance’s coast.

Shen Yu’s initial venture was primarily in transport and trade.

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