Prologue

Antarctica, night.

A scientific expedition team composed of scientists from multiple countries was conducting a geological survey when they suddenly heard a piercing screech approaching from afar, like thousands of fighter jets roaring at once. Everyone's eardrums were nearly pierced, their heads buzzing, and their chests tight with nausea.

Everyone covered their ears in panic and looked up at the sky.

They saw an extremely dazzling green ball of light, trailing a long, flaming tail, as agile as a startled dragon, whistling as it shot rapidly toward Earth.

"My God, what is that?" a German scientist exclaimed.

"That's a meteor!" a beautiful female scientist said in awe. "My goodness, this is the most magnificent sight I've ever seen in my life!"

"Oh, please!" The scientist beside her scoffed at this hopelessly romantic young woman. "This meteor is about to crash into Earth. Do you know what that means?"

"What does it mean?"

"It means we're all going to die! Humanity will go extinct like the dinosaurs!"

At these words, the noisy scene fell into a brief silence.

They were all scientists and naturally understood the consequences of a meteor striking Earth. In the area of direct impact, all matter would be instantly vaporized by extreme heat, reduced to nothingness.

The entire atmosphere would be shrouded in dust, plunging the world into darkness, with no light from the sun or moon. Plants would gradually die from the loss of photosynthesis, the Earth's food chain would collapse, and ultimately, mass extinction would occur—humanity would hardly escape such a fate.

Thinking of these consequences, every member of the expedition team wore deep despair on their faces.

Compared to life itself, having a romantic heart seemed utterly insignificant.

In their pupils, the burning fire dragon traced a tragic and cruel parabola across the sky, crashing hard into the distant ground.

A vast spray of ice shards shot up in an instant, like silver fireworks exploding, filling the sky, blocking out the sun and moon—so beautiful it defied description.

"Boom..."

A thunderous roar followed, as if Gong Gong had crashed into Buzhou Mountain, shaking heaven and earth, carrying a world-destroying force that swept over them.

The violent shockwave sent everyone flying more than ten meters, slamming them heavily to the ground, where they immediately lost consciousness.

After a long time, a young member of the expedition was the first to wake up. He roused the others one by one, and they looked at each other, seeing the joy of survival in each other's eyes!

"It probably wasn't a meteor, just a small meteorite. Otherwise, we wouldn't have survived," the older German scientist concluded.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

What the older German scientist said made perfect sense—after all, they were all still alive and well.

"Look! There's still light over there!" the beautiful female scientist excitedly pointed to the site of the meteorite impact, her face glowing.

Sure enough, in the crater formed by the impact in the distance, a brilliant green light shone, especially striking in the night.

"What kind of meteorite emits green light?" a Swedish scientist asked in astonishment.

"No idea. Let's go take a look!" the older German scientist said. "Everyone, put on your protective gear to guard against radiation."

The group donned radiation-proof gear and, riding snow vehicles, quickly arrived at the meteorite impact site.

Two staff members descended into the crater on ropes. Moments later, they brought up the meteorite and handed it to the leading German scientist.

This stone, glowing with green light, was completely transparent, about the size of an adult's fist, as clear as a piece of jade, with electric arcs swirling across its surface, darting about like little snakes.

The strangest thing was the shape of the meteorite—it looked exactly like a wolf's head howling at the sky, fierce, domineering, and exuding an aura of terrifying despair.

"Greedy Wolf! This is the Greedy Wolf!" The usually taciturn Chinese scientist cried out in shock.

"What's the Greedy Wolf?" Everyone looked puzzled.

"In Ziwei astrology, there are twelve main stars: Qisha, Pojun, Lianzhen, and Greedy Wolf are the four pioneering stars. When the Greedy Wolf star descends to the mortal world, a great calamity is sure to follow," the Chinese scientist muttered.

"Dear Brooks, what you're saying isn't what a scientist should say—it sounds like superstition," the beautiful scientist shrugged, not understanding.

"Science can't explain everything in this world. The deeper you research, the more you sense the terror of mysterious forces." The Chinese scientist named Brooks stared at the wolf's head, his eyes full of fear.

"Greedy Wolf?"