July 7th, Bai Ke's home.
After being disciplined by the system alarm clock, Ke Mingye's biological clock had become precise like machinery, always waking him up punctually at 6 AM before dawn.
[Good morning, Mr. Player, today is July 7th, 2028. There are 346 days left until the deadline of the ultimate task "Eradicate the Superhumans."]
The usual, opening his eyes to the system's pop-up was a hypertension inducer.
Whether or not the superhumans would be eradicated a year later was unknown, but one thing was certain—players suffering from hypertension wouldn't be in short supply.
However, Ke Mingye didn't mind, feeling anxious in the past, but he had grown accustomed to it after this period of time.
His mental fortitude, honed in Bai Ke's home, was evident.
He scratched his messy hair, removing the `sleep' from his eyes just like he swiped away the notification panel.