📖 Prologue — The End They Wrote for Me
Thunder cracked across the burning sky.
Lin Yue staggered through the crumbling alleyway, her arms covered in blood—none of it hers. The city she once knew had collapsed into chaos: buildings crumbling, black smoke choking the sun, and mutated creatures shrieking through the streets like nightmares given flesh. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Behind her, someone screamed. Ahead, only fire.
She should've died that day. Everyone expected her to.
After all, she was just the "fake daughter." The cannon fodder of the apocalypse. Hated by her adoptive family, vilified by the readers of Thorns of the End, and ultimately discarded like trash. In the novel, her death wasn't even dramatic—just a single sentence: "Qi Yue was torn apart by the infected while running away alone."
That was the end they wrote for her.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
As the flames closed in and her vision dimmed, Lin Yue whispered with bitterness, "If only I had known sooner… If I had one more chance…"
And then—everything went black.