Fortaleza do Apocalipse: Posso Materializar o Futuro que Prevejo

Houston, Texas, USA.

The scorching summer heat sent waves of shimmering air rippling across the remote interstate highway.

A tall, handsome young man standing two meters tall with a muscular frame was vigorously sipping from a large cup of ice-cold cola. A few cigarette butts lay scattered on the ground around him, his gaze distant and unfocused.

Leaning back against his car, Yang Jie looked dazed, lost in a sudden rush of memories.

Ever since he was a child, he knew he was different from others—he possessed the ability to foresee the future. And every time he had a premonition, he would gain specific abilities to cope with the impending crisis.

His first premonition had occurred back in middle school. Because of his good looks, he had caught the attention of the school bully, who gathered four or five guys to beat him up after class. When Yang Jie woke up the next morning, his physical strength had doubled. Of course, he didn't actually fight them. Instead, when the time came, he slipped away down another street. He didn't know how to fight, and even with his newly acquired strength, he chose to play it safe once he realized he was outnumbered.

Two days ago, Yang Jie had bolted awake from a nightmare, his sheets drenched and his body dripping with sweat as if he had just been pulled from a river. In the past, every premonition had brought him joy, but predicting the apocalypse was a different story entirely. He had even slapped himself twice upon waking just to make sure it wasn't a normal dream. It was real: the end o