Chapter 861

Immediately after, a world with only gray, white, and black colors appeared in the picture.

The world was shrouded in a dark curtain, dark clouds lowered the sky like fortresses, and the wind roared, as if thousands of troops were galloping.

"Woo—"

Heavy snow fell like feathers, covering the earth and turning everything into a piece of pure white.

The wind whistled, rolling up snowflakes, forming vortices in the air. Accompanied by the dancing of snow, the whole world seemed to be frozen.

"Tommy? Tommy?"

"Tommy? Where are you?"

A woman with a thin figure, wearing a heavy protective suit, walked slowly.

Her name is Christina Springfield.

She has no supernatural power, is not a superhero, is not a reality bender, just a girl.

"Tommy? Tommy?"

"Tommy? Don't scare your sister, okay? If something really happens to you, how can I…"

The subsequent words could not be uttered, and the biting cold wind poured in from the mouth and nose, stuffing back the remaining words.

Christina felt like she had inhaled a knife, and her throat was cold and painful.

But this was not the worst.

The wild wind, mixed with snowflakes and ice, almost knocked her over.

But she couldn't fall.

This is a wilderness where no life exists.

Except for the soil composed of boulders, rock walls, and sand, there is nothing else, no vegetation, no animals, not even beetles.

Once she falls, what awaits her will only be hypothermia and frostbite, and when her physical strength is completely exhausted, the eternal darkness will follow—

Death.

"Hoo—hoo—"

Christina leaned on her cane, resting briefly, and fatigue surged like a tide, drowning her, trying to drown her.

She tightened her protective suit.

—Even though she knew this wouldn't reduce heat loss, she did it anyway, just for some psychological comfort.

The guy who sold this protective suit assured her that this suit was special enough.

But facing the blizzard with no signs of stopping, Christina felt that the biggest feature of this protective suit was probably just the symbol composed of a circle and three arrows.

It represents the mysterious organization called the "Foundation."

A great organization that once existed and left behind countless legacies to protect humanity.

After resting for a while, Christina felt a little better.

Not much.

Maybe she can survive.

The blizzard showed no signs of stopping, her vision was blurred by the flying snowflakes, and the road ahead was almost invisible.

A string of footprints followed behind her, but that couldn't help her find her lost brother.

The snow was too heavy; even the newly left footprints would soon be covered by new snow.

What's more, Tommy was rolled away by a sudden gust of wind, and she didn't even know what direction to look for him.

And equally bad, she couldn't find the way home either.

Perhaps, I shouldn't have left the city, and I shouldn't have taken Tommy out for an adventure…

Christina was full of frustration.

She missed the peaceful life of living in the city, day after day, seeing no hope, but not desperate.

It couldn't be called good, nor could it be called bad, and hope and despair were balanced just right.

No matter what, she had a home there, and parents who loved her—and now, they should be anxiously waiting for her and Tommy to go back.

But now, she couldn't let herself indulge in this emotion, unless she intended to give up here and become another lonely ghost lost in the wilderness.

The blizzard buries every weak life equally, and doesn't care why the dead were lost or what tragic experiences they had.

Christina knew this.

She turned on the information receiving function of her personal terminal, receiving messages from the wilderness while walking, maybe Tommy's whereabouts were among them.

【To all survivors in the outer domain, this is 【indistinguishable noise】】

【Indistinguishable noise If you have received any medical training or 【】—please go to 【indistinguishable noise】 immediately】

【Repeat, need help.】

【【Indistinguishable noise】】

"Sigh…" Christina shook her head and continued on her way.

In her early years, whenever a thunderstorm came, the school would suspend classes and let the students return home.

She was undoubtedly a disobedient child. Even if she put on a raincoat and came to the street, watching pedestrians hurriedly avoid the rain, watching the homeless rotting and maggot-infested in the rain.

They always lay on the ground motionless, with dark gray liquid spreading under them, not knowing whether it was blood or feces.

At this time, someone would come to recycle their corpses and throw them into the incinerator to serve as fuel.

The chimneys in the industrial zone were emitting black smoke every day, never stopping, and maybe a lot of homeless people were burned inside.

Christina didn't have this trouble.

She didn't need to think about whether the corpse would still feel pain when it was burned, because no one would run to the wilderness to pull back the corpse.

Compared to the "stable" urban area, the wilderness is always full of "anomalies."

She just saw an "abnormal" scene:

The mid-air in the distance suddenly became dazzling, and then there was a sound like glass breaking.

A moment later, the blinding light erupted, and when Christina's vision recovered, she saw that where the mountain peak used to be, only a depression remained.

3.0 Such things had never appeared in the city.

When she was in school, Christina always despised adults for not having an adventurous spirit, always guarding the broken towers in the city, sticking to the rules, and not making progress.

But looking back at the past, she could probably guess that the reason why the city is a city and has not been swallowed by the wilderness is probably inseparable from the high tower left by the Foundation.

That was a very, very high spire, standing in the center of the city, with the top of the tower always shrouded in fog.

The side of the tower was painted with a huge and strange three-arrow logo with gray-white paint, the same as the logo on her protective suit.

There are rumors that it symbolizes the "Foundation," a mysterious research institution that has ceased to exist since Christina was born.

Many people say they have seen members of the Foundation, but at the same time feel that the Foundation is distant and strange.

No one knows what they did or where they went.

Peaceful days passed day by day, the black and white sky, the towering chimneys, the black smoke clouds, the never-ending rain—poets call it the tears of the end of the era.

In stories and legends passed down by word of mouth, besides black and white, there are other colors in the world.

Thinking of this, Christina stopped, looked up slowly, and looked at the black-gray sky.

The sky in the story is azure blue, and there is a rainbow after the rain—but what is azure blue, and what are the seven colors of the rainbow?

For the new generation born in the heavy rain, the old century where color still existed in the world is just a distant dream, belonging to some kind of existence that is out of reach.

One day in the past, the whole world lost its color.

Known in history as:

"The Great Fade"! ===== CHAPTER 863 =====