The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 158: Disaster Day (2)

Chapter 158: Disaster Day (2)

(Chapter dedicated to Chibi_Wolf38 for the Dragon. (❁´◡`❁) )

Long Haoran stared at the woman, who was sleeping peacefully, and chose not to wake her up but rather to question her later about what happened.

He went back to the living room to pick up the plastic wrappers of breads, biscuits, melon seeds, bags of chips, and happy fat water cans. He disposed of them, and also checked under the table.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a paper and picked it up. The scribbles in it was unfamiliar and thought it was from the elf. He momentarily stored it in his inventory.

After tidying up the living room, he went inside the kitchen and was stopped by the door.

Everything had traces of charcoal. Pots and pans were overturned, and the handles of the knives were broken and scattered on the floor full of black stains.

Then, he saw the steam rising from the wok and approached the stove with the small embers still burning in it.

And when he saw the contents of, dawn of realization came to him.

Now, he finally knew why the artifact ended up poisoned.

However, Long Haoran wouldn’t waste this life-saving elixir and put them carefully the pots before stuffing them in his inventory.

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Beyond the barriers of the hundred thousand Newbie Mountains were oceans and coastlines, but due to the system’s design, the players situated on the edges where a few coconut trees stood were unaware of this. They only saw endless desserts that had now become a land of sinking sand.

As the temperature in the ocean around the drought regions rises, the wind pressure increases and gathers into the beginning of a tropical cyclone, which continues to become larger as it travels around the warm ocean before eventually steering its way to designated areas where heavy rain has already been pouring and combined with it.

The 155mph rose to 200mph in an instant and became a natural bulldozer. If the territories were not protected by the barriers, there’s no doubt the buildings would join those flying UFOs, aka a mashup of trees, foliage, and screaming monsters who also failed to seek refuge.

They burst into white lights after their HP bars became empty, and just like what happened to wind-sama back then, these loots dispersed and were scattered by the wind shears.

And after scorching temperatures took most of the moisture and water from these dry regions, absorbing the water resources from the riverbanks, streams, and even newly dug-up wells, the soil was unable to provide the necessary nutrients and, one by one, wilted, leaving only the most tenacious root crops growing a few feet under the surface.

While the crops on the players’ basic farm extended their maturity dates to 5-7 days, those who had hoped to have a harvest within this day could only be disappointed, while those who had exhausted their food and relied on these things faced despair.

The Agriculture Professor, who had been on high alert and shared the possibility of these in global chat, now stayed cozily inside the cellar, fanning himself with the fan weaved from bamboo strips.

He had made a simple greenhouse with palm as its roof, had his natives dug a well on day two, and purchased barrels and stock on water from day and night.

He took a sip from the hole in the bamboo pole and let out a sigh of relief. The debuff of dehydration was gone in an instant.

Same with the situation with the Salted Fishes’ affiliated partners, Hua and her husband, Long Zurui, and Dauntless Spear. After being able to acquire a surplus of water and food, they only waited for the disaster to pass.

The mosquitoes and insects coming from the swamp areas, where there was once an abundance of stagnant water, swarmed the hands, forming a mass of dark shadows enveloping the land and creating a tide. They were like locusts in a famine, drinking the monsters’ blood and those players who ventured out before they formed a cocoon around the players’ territories.

The monsters who failed to secure their water rations laid weakly inside their habitats and slowly died, leaving a pile of loot.

These events are happening all over the main game world and were documented by netizens and shared in the global chat.

While some were lucky to have enough preparation beforehand, some were not or chose to turn a blind eye to the wise men’s advice, and now they were either freezing or thirsting to death.

The world player population reaching eight billion was reduced by 1% at [9:00 a.m.].

Though it was a lot, compared to the statistic of a 6% mortality rate in the novel’s first weekly disaster, with most of the casualties from the stacks of de-buffs, there is a big difference, and it can be attributed to the fact that the cheat caused a butterfly effect.

Apart from her pure spring water, those that went into the secret realm accumulated items for cold and drought and sold them in the trade market, saving a lot of lives once again.

This was not supposed to be this way because the supplies one can get inside the Secret Realm aside from the chests were small, but because the changed world had started production back and even invented new technology such as heat patches for back pains and socks to dispel cold.

These items were invented for the grandparents and grandpas, but now the players have become beneficiaries.

What goes around comes around, and good karma still found its way back and helped the players, just like how it was saved by Li Chunhua.

One of these people was Li Jingnan, who came out carrying two large, bulging sacks over his shoulders. One sack was full of heat patches and socks.

His team members, who had waited for his arrival near the entrance of the fences, were shocked by his transformation.

Muscle here, muscle there, and muscle everywhere—their leader became like those big dudes who carry cannon launchers on their backs.

Their eyes were moist with tears.

"Leader, what happened to you?" Si asked in a trembling voice. No way, he joined the ranks of those muscled grandpas and grandmas?

"I met my master inside, and he showed me the path to Gunless Marksmanship. Now, I’ve inherited his mantle and changed class to Ultimate Human Artillery." Li Jingnan replied with nostalgia before showing them his new class.

[Class: Ultimate Human Artillery (S-level)—Proficiency: Level 8 (200/8000)]

-A class that allows the users to utilize the resources around them. There is no need for cumbersome weapon-making and ammunition production. Your hands are the ultimate weapon for mass destruction.]

[New Skills: Hand Launcher (P), Enhanced Physique (P), Aim Accuracy (P), Fling-Shot (A), Multiple Fling-Shot (A)]

(⊙_⊙;)

How Chunnibyou-ish!

"What?" Si and the others were stunned. Those muscled grandpas can give you a class?

Why do they feel they missed a winning lottery number?

Li Jingnan was not the only one. Some players also came back with additional body mass, scaring the sh*t out of their companions.

The trade market was also flooded with these heat- and cold-relieving items, and the desperate players wasted no time exchanging their resources for them and alleviated their situations.

The main system monitoring the number of casualties was dissatisfied and punished the root of it.

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In Newbie Mountain No. 27 at [8:30 a.m.], the players were stunned, staring at the screen.

[Weather Forecast: Drought, 48 degrees Celsius]

Nani! (ʘᗩʘ’)?

Inside the Salted Fish Territory...

"Master, Master! Wake up!" Siri nudged his master gently, who was still sleeping like a pig.

However, Li Chunhua only responded with a snore. (∪｡∪)｡｡｡zzz

Siri, who was suffering from sweating so much, gritted his teeth, his ultimate awakening move, and shouted, "This is bad! There is no food!"

Li Chunhua’s eyes flew open, and she grabbed the elf’s drenched shirt, ripping it in the process. "What!" ∑(; °Д°)!

Siri: (╬▔皿▔)╯You finally woke up! Don’t you know you’re about to be a roasted pig!

"Brother Siri, what did you say?" Li Chunhua tried to grab the Elf’s shirt again, but the Elf evaded it swiftly.