Perhaps it was the sound of a droplet, or maybe the cry of a bird. That roused him from his meditation. As if a century had passed. And now his mood had returned to a state of calm. Still as an ancient well, natural and peaceful. Li Yu exhaled slowly. He got up from the cushion, taking two minutes to disengage from that atmosphere. Sense of smell, touch, taste, hearing, all fell into place. After shutting off the virtual suit, he walked out of this room. Back in his own room, he saw that the clock read 5:58. Li Yu took out the walkie-talkie and spoke to Yang Tianlong, who was on duty today: "Tianlong, what’s the current surface temperature outside?" Yang Tianlong, upon hearing the noise, checked the instrument monitoring the surface temperature. What he saw left him dumbfounded. He replied with alarm: "Xiao Yu, the surface temperature has reached 87 degrees!" With this figure in mind, Li Yu instructed: "Broadcast a message. Tell everyone not to leave indoors. Warn them about the risk of heatstroke due to the high temperature." Understanding, Yang Tianlong responded: "With such high temperatures, nobody should want to go outside anyway." "Just do it," said Li Yu. Immediately after, Yang Tianlong picked up the broadcast system, which hadn’t been used for a long time because in the post-apocalyptic world, the noise could attract the attention of zombies, so they seldom used it. But as for now, where had all the zombies gone? In such hot weather, any zombie caught under the sun would probably be cooked. Following Yang Tianlong’s broadcast, everyone at the base heard the message. And Yang Tianlong informed them all that the surface temperature had reached a terrifying 87 degrees. This piece of news made everyone at the base exclaim in shock. At the same time. Follow current novels on novel·fiɾe·net In the Second Outer City, a young man woke up early in the morning with the urge to go outside and stretch his limbs. Since he entered the city the day before yesterday, he had been cooped up in this tiny room, feeling unbearably stifled. Upon opening the door, a wave of heat struck him. But he still wanted to go out for a bit. Just two minutes, he thought to himself. Taking two steps outside, the air seemed toxic, giving him the sensation of soaking in a hot spring. Instantaneously, his clothes were drenched. So hot, just thrity seconds more; I’ve come out anyway. It would be a bit embarrassing to slink back in so soon. Two seconds later, he felt the air he breathed scorched his lungs with the heat of boiling water. He opened his mouth, and instantly, the scorching air surged into his throat. He was only two steps away from the door, just as the sun happened to shine directly on him. He scrambled for the door like a duck flapping wildly, hands frantically scratching and feet trembling as he made his way into the hallway. After he came in, he felt like he had come back to life. Without any protection, directly under the sun. Moreover, his body had become accustomed to temperatures in the twenties, so such a sudden shift to over eighty degrees was unbearable. Seeing his foolhardy behavior, some jeered: "With such ghastly weather, you still dared to go out. Pretty ballsy." Others said, "Is it necessary? We didn’t do this when we came in yesterday." The man who had gone out gasped heavily, his throat scorched as if burnt by fire, raspingly said: "Try it yourself if you dare." With those words, the one who had questioned the necessity quieted down. Seeing the sorry state the man was in, he too lost any desire to try. Dong Tai, who was in the room, also reached out to the outside to test the temperature and felt somewhat relieved, relieved that he had followed Xiao Jun’s suggestion and handed over his weapons to come in. Forget about whether the Camp Commander received treatment, in this blazing heat, if they were outside, the suffering would be unimaginable. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine. Fortunately, they had come inside. Eight in the morning. Surface temperature, 90 degrees. Ten in the morning. Surface temperature, 95 degrees. Eleven in the morning. Surface temperature, 99.5 degrees. Noon. Surface temperature, 100 degrees. As the hands pointed to 12 o’clock. Even Xin City, far from the volcanic and seismic zones, could still feel the intense shaking. This tremor wasn’t localized; it was global. As if the earth dragon was turning over. A massive noise echoed from all directions. The skies all around turned red in an instant. Li Yu, in his room, looked at the red clouds outside the window, thinking to himself: It’s coming! And, post before noon. For those feeling sleepy, get some rest and read this tomorrow when you wake up. Push for it, vote for the monthly ticket~~~