Apocalipse Chegou, Tornei-me um Druida

“Hiss…”

Half-conscious, Han Ning was roused by a fierce pang of hunger.

Opening his eyes, he found darkness.

Outside the window, a raging wind drove rain against the tightly shut glass sill, echoing with a chilling pounding sound.

A stormy night, a pitch-black room.

Under ordinary circumstances, this would have been a perfect environment for sleep.

But Han Ning felt only agitation.

For the relentless downpour had persisted for three entire days and nights.

Three days ago, he had been an ordinary office worker.

Just as he had gotten up and was heading to the bathroom to wash up—

The building suddenly shook violently, as if struck by an earthquake.

When he regained his senses, the familiar paved street outside had inexplicably transformed into a vast wasteland of swirling mud and water.

A sprawling urban cluster seemed to have suddenly descended here, massive buildings crookedly embedded in the mud, looking grotesquely out of place.

At the outset of this crossing, many had been curious about the desolate wilderness beyond.

The bravest attempted to leave the building to explore.

But a horde of hideous creatures—resembling a grotesque blend of crocodiles and lizards—lunged from the sheets of rain, dragging the curious explorers into the dense downpour.

Such scenes had repeated countless times over the past three days and still continued.

These ugly monsters not only roamed the wilds but also infiltrated the floors inside, hunting prey by scent.

The good news: they had