[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evolution-paradise-you-are-the-natural-disaster":3,"chapter-evolution-paradise-you-are-the-natural-disaster-evolution-paradise-you-are-the-natural-disaster-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Evolution Paradise: Are You the Calamity?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":12,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2228514,4152,"Chapter 1: Simple Folk of the Hive City","evolution-paradise-you-are-the-natural-disaster-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>Galaxy · Ember Star Ring, a dark yellow solid planet orbiting a red giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It once had a beautiful name, Resource Star 016-701 · Norecia, but now, no one cares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the \"Ember\" moniker of the star ring it resides in, the life trapped here has only one path: waiting for death. In the end, they are nothing more than a handful of embers left after the burning, struggling to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outer space orbit of the resource star is piled high with wreckage of machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how glorious a technological creation, once scrapped, it is merely cold space junk, even blocking the self-rescue efforts of the life within the resource star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gray-green acidic clouds shroud the sky, and a low-visibility haze blankets the entire world equally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the roaring noise of large factories makes this world seem alive, rather than a steel graveyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occupying an entire continent, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other, the Hive City—a cluster-metropolis symbolizing prosperity, wealth, and beauty, capable of sustaining billions of humans—has, after centuries of wind and rain, seen the vast majority of its areas submerged in industrial waste and pollutants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giants of the \"Spire District\" revel in madness amidst despair, immersed in debauchery, freely chanting \"give civilization time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drink today for today's joy, worry tomorrow for tomorrow's sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"nobles\" of the \"Upper Hive District\" strive to squeeze the \"commoners\" of the \"Lower Hive District,\" as if only this gives them a sense of being alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles' appalling acts of tyranny would make even the most infamous tyrants of history bow in defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Lower Hive District\" is riddled with religious cults; from the moment they are born, the fate of the residents of the \"Lower Hive District\" is already sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Working 007 without rest all year round, living a life numb to the point of despair, the residents of the \"Lower Hive District\" can only pin their hopes on faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very bottom of the Hive City is a chaotic place called the \"Under-Hive District.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, the \"folk are simple,\" here, \"talent abounds,\" and here, they are \"hospitable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a place without any order, practicing the law of the jungle, where the strong are the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in the \"Under-Hive District\" is both hunter and prey; death and blood permeate their entire lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Under-Hive District,\" a narrow, cramped alleyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul-smelling, dark green \"stream\" seeps out from the sewer along the edge of the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several lifeless bodies lie in the dark green \"stream,\" the highly corrosive \"stream\" eroding the remains into pits and craters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness that never sees the light of day, sounds of extremely suppressed, heavy breathing arise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazes as greedy as jackals starved for weeks lock tightly onto the \"fresh goods\" lying in the \"stream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Clang, clatter—*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small stone flies in from the dark, rolling on the uneven ground, becoming the fuse for this \"battle for survival.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"jackals,\" unable to suppress their hunger, explode with astonishing speed from their emaciated bodies, rushing toward the two remains in the \"stream\" with various implements in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferocious survivors, whether alone or in groups of three or five, divide the \"spoils\" and glare viciously at their empty-handed, useless brethren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blades swinging in the darkness flash with cold light; most eye-catching is a discarded chainsword picked up from a trash heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get lost!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don't get lost, we'll slaughter you too and turn you into starch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A \"little giant,\" about 2.2 meters tall and very strong, brandishes the stalled chainsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade tears through the air with a shrill whistle, appearing extremely intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Bang—*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A finger pulls the trigger, and a projectile flies from the muzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flash of light in the dim environment is blinding, and the scavenging hyenas scramble to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is a pity they are neither the legendary \"Astartes Monks,\" nor \"Psykers\" used to fuel the \"Astronomican,\" let alone \"Primarchs\" who are like gods and demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, the result is already determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within seven steps—the gun is fast and accurate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"little giant\" with the highest threat level, holding the chainsword, has a blood flower bloom on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ferocious face, full of flesh, carries deep disbelief even before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then falls heavily onto the filthy, foul-smelling ground, becoming one of the \"bait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Step, step, step—*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in black, dressed neatly and distinct from the other malnourished hyenas, walks slowly from the darkness, holding a large-caliber hand cannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not it again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in black glances at the little giant's still-warm body with disappointment, coldly mocking the other hyenas around him: \"Still not rolling away? Or do you pieces of trash also want to taste the flavor of a bullet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"hyenas,\" driven mad by hunger, show fierce glares, but the \"taste\" of the hand cannon lets them know they should retract their claws and fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin man from the \"little giant's\" gang dislocates the boss's finger joints, swiftly snatching the chainsword that could be called a \"divine artifact,\" and kneels on one knee, bowing respectfully: \"Your noble lordship of 'Black Gun,' to trouble you to come in person, could it be that there is an 'anomaly' recently?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one who has survived until now is a fool; gangs in the \"Under-Hive District\" usually take responsibility for maintaining basic order in an area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gangs that control the supply channels of the \"Lower Hive District\" can exchange extremely scarce survival supplies for highly rewarding \"trash\" from scavengers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gangs that view the scavengers in their area as \"crops and leeks\" rarely kill their own assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quite smart. There might be a Psyker appearing in this area recently.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in black from the gang nods in approval, his tone complex when mentioning \"Psykers,\" carrying emotions of envy, disgust, fear, and hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? A Psyker!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jackals and hyenas, long accustomed to life and death, panic at the mention of the three words \"Psyker.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this universe, the extraordinary system of \"Psykers\" is extremely uncontrollable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psykers without professional training and control are potential sources of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunters, who are usually hostile to each other, consciously form a circle, guardedly staring at the darkness that seems to swallow everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to be nervous. Can a mere 'low-level Psyker' reduced to scavenging be more powerful than a gun?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in black from the gang sneers; although his tone is flippant, his actions do not slacken in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Emotion Amplification · Greed!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Emotion Amplification · Slaughter!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Click, click, click—*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tooth-aching sound of bones colliding arises, and a \"person\" who walks in a way that defies human anatomy, wearing half of a low-quality white demon mask on their face, walks over slowly with arms wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners of the comer's bloodless mouth curl up, and a sharp noise like chalk scratching a blackboard is transmitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is an honor to be targeted by 'Black Gun'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eerie psychic field plucks at the nerves of everyone present; their vigilant minds are interfered with by psychic power, becoming extreme in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mental attachment, puppet manipulation, it's... a monster of the psychic school!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang man, with relatively decent experience, struggles to resist the erosion entering his mind, his mood plummeting to the bottom instantly. \u003C\u002Fp>",1224,"2026-06-17T23:46:01.882Z","2026-06-18T03:10:38.119Z","Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","3b5a8cf02889fdf6f9f80605471d9fd4a47cd1457297dd0237af480576843951","evolution-paradise-you-are-the-natural-disaster-chapter-2",null,602,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevolution-paradise-are-you-the-calamity-cover.jpg"]