The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

He himself didn't believe it when he told the story, but now the facts are right in front of him.

He incredulously refreshed his phone screen again and again until he was absolutely certain that the post he had sent had entered the forum, only then did he finally relax.

Not long after, the post received new message and comment notifications.

Li Can's hands trembled like a sieve, overwhelmed with unparalleled excitement.

He clicked on it with trembling hands, and then the page updated with real-time news.

[First Floor]: LOL, is the poster crazy? Did a zombie bite his brain and cause an infection? Is he still dreaming?

[Second Floor]: I'm a time traveler. I'm in the Qin Dynasty now, and I'd even say I'm Qin Shi Huang.

[Third Floor]: Everyone, don't laugh. The poster is amazing. These are all his personal experiences (I'll laugh for a bit first).

[Fourth Floor]: What kind of new scam is this? It's the end of the world, can't you scammers just shut up for a while? I'm about to be swindled out of my underwear.

[Fifth Floor]: That's outrageous. The Quantity Ball is such a hard-to-obtain item, yet he's instigating us to go and block the vortex. Most ability users who enter the dungeon face a near-death experience, with only a few surviving. Wouldn't it be better to get it and improve our strength? Don't believe the poster's nonsense.

[Sixth Floor]: Why not just report it? It's not as exciting as posting vulgar content.

[Seventh Floor]: Where's the administrator? Come and delete this post.

……

[18th Floor]: Am I the only one who believes this is true? The original poster kindly traveled to the future to tell us this so that we can prepare in advance.

[19th Floor]: Everyone, keep an eye on the ID number upstairs. Sell him health products when you get old.

……

New message notifications kept popping up on my phone. The survivors from ten years ago were surfing the internet intensively, and their posts were quickly buried.

The comments were almost entirely negative, with no one believing or spreading rumors. A few agitated individuals started criticizing, but out of all the information, only one person chose to believe him.

Li Can's expression changed from green to purple, and her hair was so angry that it was almost standing on end.

"Human, are you even a little bit dead?" The garbled cloud pressed against Li Can's face, its soft and elastic body surface feeling his warmth.

Li Can has some reddish hue.

After a long while, he finally accepted reality by inhaling and exhaling.

"Okay, if it were me, I wouldn't believe it either."

The sphere is indeed very precious, and to expect the survivors to give it up is simply wishful thinking.

Li Can had prepared herself mentally, but the result was still too cruel.

Unconvinced by the superstition, he immediately packed his belongings, carrying large and small bags from home, and summoned his vulture puppet to fly out the window.

The garbled cloud followed closely behind.

He started filming videos along the way with his phone.

The desolate streets were overgrown with weeds, and occasionally groups of zombies would wander out and gather together on the streets.

Bright moonlight slanted down through the clouds, illuminating everything.

Li Can held up his phone to record everything. The dilapidated buildings and shops were in ruins, and occasionally a few zombie-like animals passed by the street corner, leaving a trail of afterimages.

The corpses of the dead humans were abnormally decomposed, and within three steps there would be piles of skeletons.

The aerial view clearly captured this evidence.

Li Can edited her post again and uploaded the video.

The updated post continued to receive a large influx of viewers.

He sat cross-legged on the vulture's back, surrounded by bundles of various sizes, and began refreshing the page.

[23rd Floor]: There's actually a video! Family, I'm starting to think it's real, it's terrifying to think about.

[24th Floor]: So what if it's true or false? What does the destruction of the world have to do with me? I have no descendants. I'm lucky to be alive these days. I wish the world would explode soon so I can die and be reborn sooner.

[25th Floor]: Are you guys stupid? AI technology is so advanced now, this is obviously generated by AI, it can't be more fake, they're just messing with us.

[Floor 26]: Raises hand. Indeed, recently, as bases in various places have been established and stabilized, many technicians have been using AI-generated video rendering to create apocalyptic videos that look incredibly realistic.

Based on my years of experience in identifying AI, this is pure AI.

[27th Floor]: sb

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Li Can watched helplessly as a new notification popped up below the video she had just posted.

This video appears to be AI-generated; please exercise caution and verify its authenticity.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha." He stood in the darkness, laughing in exasperation.

In this age of advanced AI, even if real videos were filmed right in the faces of the survivors, no one would believe it.

Doesn't he know whether the video is real or not? He just filmed it himself; it's fresh and hot right now.

But nobody believes it.

"Let it be destroyed, I might as well give up." Li Can kicked his legs and lay down on the vulture's back, looking at the stars in the sky, feeling no sense of belonging.

Actually, some survivors in the comments section are right. What's the point of saving this terrible world?

We'll live one day at a time. At worst, all of humanity will perish together. Besides, now we're truly all perishing together.

What's the point of fighting alone here? Even if we manage to save Earth completely, the dead are still dead.

Living on a planet where you're all alone is worse than giving up now and doing less useless work.

With only a dozen days left before the countdown to Earth's destruction, I'll go out and travel around, see the sights, and die a natural death, living as long as heaven and earth...

Li Can stroked the family photo frame in her arms, then suddenly sat up with a start.

"No, since I can contact people from ten years ago, there must be a way."

His parents and sister in the photo are his only source of emotional support at this moment.

Even when people are in dire straits, they should not give up the chance to survive. What if there is a turning point?

"It all depends on human effort, it all depends on human effort..." Li Can kept repeating to himself, trying to reassure himself and strengthen his resolve.

He refreshed the newly arrived comment section again, and amidst a barrage of negative comments, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

[Post #177]: Comrade, I am an official staff member responsible for detecting online information. After seeing the post, I have already mobilized technical staff to detect and evaluate the video. The content was not generated by AI.

I will contact you privately later to verify the situation. Please check your messages.

[Floor 178]: Holy crap, folks, am I seeing things? Is this official involvement? It's not AI after all? I thought I was watching some amateur performance. What should I do? I'm suddenly starting to panic.

[179th floor]: Don't panic, I'm panicking too. It is indeed an officially certified blue label.

[180th Floor]: Are there still any officials still alive? I thought... Waaaaah, they're still around! I was so desperate. Oh God, I'm going to work out and go kill some zombies right now.

{Image}: The back view of a strong man smashing a zombie's head with a knife in the city.

……

Li Can quickly ignored the meaningless comments and opened her private messages.

At that moment, a brightly lit, officially verified Blue Label account sent him a message that was concise and to the point.

Are you able to receive calls on your end right now?

The official call came in after the message was marked as "read" on my end.

Li Can's eyes reddened as she listened to the phone ringing abruptly in the lonely darkness; the voice was so warm and melodious.

He quickly pressed the connect button.

A voice came from the other end of the phone.

He sounded to be in his forties; a magnetic male voice, through the cold phone screen, connected him across a decade in the wasteland.

"Hello comrade, please find a safe place to stay now. The first group of official personnel who can come to the scene will speak with you to verify your information."