My Childhood Friend Is a Walking Disaster

Occasionally, strange things happen around me, but I firmly believe there are no superpowers—my life is perfectly ordinary. Until one day, the apocalypse arrives without warning. I survive for a while in the perilous wasteland, only to suddenly find myself reborn. This time, I take the initiative and knock on my childhood friend’s door. Before the apocalypse, we were locked in a two-month cold war. Ji Wangcheng opens the door, and I blurt out an apology: "I’m sorry, let’s not fight anymore!" Then I cut to the chase: "You might not believe me, but the apocalypse is coming soon..." Someone as frail and introverted as my childhood friend—how could he survive the apocalypse without me? He stares at me intently before finally asking, "Are you serious?" I nod frantically. Him: "Why not go find your girlfriend?" Me: ??? When did I ever have a girlfriend? - In the end, I successfully convince him to move in together and stock up on supplies. …But the apocalypse never comes. It all seems like an incredibly vivid dream. I’m so embarrassed I could bury myself alive. Life seems to return to normal—everything orderly, uneventful—until the day I start packing my bags to move out of his place. Then, someone suddenly shows up at the door. The stranger: "We classify disasters as Pioneer-class, Ocean-class, Abyss-class… The highest level is Calamity-class." Me: "?" The person lowers their voice and says with difficulty, "Actually, your childhood friend..." —Before they can finish, in the next second, they collapse as if their life had been drained away! I stare at the sudden corpse, fingers icy with horror. Behind me, Ji Wangcheng’s voice remains cool and composed, yet carries a bone-chilling edge. He says softly, "He’s insane. Don’t listen to him." His gaze falls on my suitcase. He raises an eyebrow, casual yet ominous, his voice dropping. "Hmm… Where are you planning to go?" Me: … #Haha, damn, turns out my childhood friend is the walking apocalypse#