Under the gloomy sky, there wasn't much difference between day and night.
After Lin Yue got up, he glanced at the time displayed on the sleep pod.
Eight o'clock—neither too early nor too late.
He pulled back the curtains, and the sky outside was even more overcast than before.
It was as if a giant ink bottle had spilled all its ink.
Lin Yue looked at the increasingly gloomy sky, worried about the new round of disaster.
This time, the system didn't give any warnings or hints.
Even the exact time of this round of disaster's arrival was completely unknown.
So, Lin Yue tried to assume that this time, too, would be a disaster occurring every fifteen days; as for the disaster, it could be the four-fold disaster like before, or perhaps a five-fold disaster.
As for how many humans were left, Lin Yue couldn't estimate from the discussions in the world channel or various groups.
