[No Tomorrow]

11:59 PM.

Chen Miemie was fast asleep.

He wasn't usually someone who went to bed early, but in the day or so since he had transmigrated, the relentless series of events had kept his life overwhelmingly full. His mind had been constantly on edge, and he was genuinely exhausted.

[Chen Miemie, get a good rest. I, Xiao Hong, am going to take a little nap too.]

Invisible to anyone else, red subtitles quietly flashed past the sleeping Chen Miemie's eyes.

12:00 AM.

In the room, the faint red light source cut out.

The entire world plunged into darkness.

With almost no transition, a thick fog instantly rose up everywhere across the world.

In the city, every household had their doors tightly shut, and the faint lights in their windows were extinguished.

Sixiang City.

The city, which should have been absolutely silent, echoed with all sorts of bizarre noises.

There were sounds of grinding metal akin to gnashing teeth, sounds of unknown heavy objects being dragged, sounds of gongs and drums being beaten, sounds of mourning, and sounds of children happily laughing and playing...

Outside Room 1803, where Chen Miemie was, a low, mournful instrumental melody began to play.

5:44 AM.

Chen Miemie was awakened by the increasingly loud music.

It was a very bad feeling.

After being woken up, Chen Miemie didn't make a sound. He immediately realized something abnormal was happening and knew he couldn't act rashly.

'This music is really creepy.'

Even before he transmigrated, Chen Miemie was not a brave person; he never dared to watch horror movies.

In his opinion, half of a horror movie's terror lay in its montage techniques, and the other half in its eerie, underworld-like soundtrack.

But right now, he had no choice. The world was directly playing a soundtrack for him.

He knew very well that this sound must be coming from outside.

Honestly, Chen Miemie had never felt more strongly than at this moment that having someone at home to huddle together for warmth was an absolute necessity.

A pitch-black room, accompanied by a mind-messing soundtrack.

'Xiao Hong, are you there?'

He asked a few times, but there was no response.

It really was a case of it pouring when it rains; his newly awakened golden finger had decided to play missing.

Chen Miemie looked up at the eyebrow window above his bedroom.

Although the world was pitch black.

The outside still had a tiny bit of brightness in contrast to the completely dark indoors.

Chen Miemie could vaguely see a large, rolling mass of fog seemingly trying to squeeze through the window from the outside into the room.

Due to the special shape of the eyebrow window, the fog could only squeeze in a tiny bit, spreading less than half a meter along the window.

It looked like a giant trying to fish something out of a small box with a tiny hole, but because its arm was too thick, it could only try to squeeze two fingers into the hole as much as possible, attempting to dig out whatever it could touch.

It wasn't that the window lacked glass, it just couldn't block the fog.

Obviously, letting this fog in was definitely not a good thing.

The house was an absolute safe haven at this moment.

Chen Miemie sincerely felt grateful to the designer of this eyebrow window.

Indeed, whatever exists is reasonable. In this world, the everywhere enclosed architectural structures, including matchbox-like cars, sacrificed lighting and ventilation for a necessary reason.

According to the knowledge he acquired from school.

During [Day Without Tomorrow], people could move around in their homes with small actions, as long as the commotion wasn't too big. For example, eating, walking around, chatting softly, and marital intimacy were all permissible.

Wait, it seemed some strange activity had slipped into that list.

The keyword was "commotion can't be too big."

The definition of "too big" was slightly ambiguous.

According to the example given by his sworn son, Liu Bo, it meant eating was fine, but breaking a bowl was not; couples clapping was fine, but screaming wildly was not.

The probability of breaking a bowl was not high, because the floors inside houses in this world were generally carpeted.

Chen Miemie felt that the latter was somewhat difficult. After all, when the feeling hits, how could one restrain that uncontrollable passion?

"Thump, thump, thump~"

A knocking sound came from the front door.

Chen Miemie ignored it.

"Open the door, please open the door! I can't run anymore! Help, save me!" A panicked yet charming woman's voice drifted in.

Chen Miemie frowned.

He had just walked into the living room, and this trick to tempt him into opening the door arrived.

Even hesitating for a second would be an insult to his intelligence.

Not only would Chen Miemie not open the door, but he also made the cautious decision to "absolutely not get within three meters of the front door."

Next came the sounds of slamming against the door, the door lock being twisted, the sound of the door opening... all sorts of tricks emerged one after another.

Chen Miemie's heart remained completely undisturbed.

'Trying to fool a transmigrator like me with such petty tricks? The routine is too old.'

What Chen Miemie worried about wasn't being lured by these little tricks; he feared another scenario altogether.

The fog itself was not poisonous, and direct human contact with it was fine. What was truly terrifying wasn't the fog, but the anomalies hidden within it.

The fundamental reason for "not making a big commotion" was to avoid being discovered by the anomalies randomly scattered throughout the fog.

From another perspective, if one were discovered by an anomaly, the house wouldn't be able to protect its owner inside.

Anomalies appearing in the fog didn't mean they couldn't leave the fog's range.

Houses that the fog couldn't enter, the anomalies could.

During every [Day Without Tomorrow], out of all the people in the world's 100 cities, even if no one did anything foolish or made a mistake, the population would still decrease by one in a hundred thousand.

Everyone knew that the chance of being safe while hiding at home was over 99%, but it wasn't 100%.

For a normal person to live to an old age, they needed a bit of luck.

Time ticked away, drop by drop.

It was very hard to endure.

The eerie sounds constantly messed with his mind. Just because Chen Miemie didn't fall for them didn't mean his heart was free of emotional fluctuations; he felt the fear just like anyone would.

In this kind of situation, even if he wanted to sleep, he couldn't.

Time seemed exceptionally slow.

Just sitting there doing nothing wasn't going to work. Chen Miemie went to the desk, preparing to sort out his current situation and plan his next course of action.

'So far, the people I've directly come into contact with are the killer Ash, Old Li from the fruit shop, my friend Liu Bo, Class Monitor Yue Junyang, and the homeroom teacher Fengling. By piecing things together from them, I've roughly figured out what kind of world this is.

In this world, every city is independent, acting as its own country, and traveling between them is difficult.

Humans might possess mysterious powers, and the anomalies in the fog are the main enemies.

It is said that there are seven major races in total. Human strength ranks in the top three, and witches like my adoptive mother, Chen Miaomiao, are also one of the seven.

For the next week, there are three main things to do.

First, continue gathering information to understand this world better.

Second, track down the mastermind who wants to kill me.

Third, improve my strength in preparation for the graduation exam, which has a 5% pass rate.

Screw it! I'm a transmigrator anyway. Living an extra life is already a profit. What the hell is there to be afraid of? If I die, I die; if I don't, I'll live forever.'

Having set his goals and given himself a pep talk, Chen Miemie ate a little something. His condition improved significantly, and accompanied by the intermittent background music, he went back to sleep.

In the pitch-black darkness, he went back and forth like this a few times.

When he woke up again, the watch displayed the time: 11:49 PM.

"[Day Without Tomorrow] is finally about to end. What a long and deadly day."

Chen Miemie crossed the living room and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

As he prepared to return to the desk in the bedroom, he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

A tall and straight silhouette was faintly sitting on the sofa.

"Holy crap! Who is it!" Chen Miemie was so startled that half the water in his cup spilled out.

The shadowy figure did not move its body. Instead, it stiffly twisted its neck, turning its head toward him.

"In your human terms, I suppose I would be classified as a type of anomaly."

Chen Miemie stared blankly at the figure for two seconds. Then, instead of backing away, he stepped forward. Holding his cup, he walked over to the sofa, sat down not far from the figure, and crossed his legs.

"A guest at my door. Welcome. How did you get in?"

Chen Miemie. Male. He possessed a human body, but his soul had crossed the sea of stars to arrive here.

Before trouble struck, he was timid, overly cautious, and as cowardly as a mouse.

But when trouble actually arrived, his lips would curl into a grin, his heart would race with excitement, and he would be as steady as a rock.