Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

The crew members stood by the ship, looking at the deep crack with serious expressions.

"This is no longer a crack, it's a big canyon." A crew member murmured in a low voice with fear in his tone.

Zhou Shuwan stood at the bow, staring down at the crack.

Undercurrent, no, it is no longer an undercurrent, but a river as wide as the crack, flowing slowly at the bottom of the crack.

She pursed her lips, a hint of anxiety flashing in her eyes.

"The temperature is still rising." She whispered, her voice almost carried away by the wind.

Qi Mingyu stood beside her, his brow furrowed as he heard this: "The temperature outside is already over fifty degrees below zero, and it's risen by more than twenty degrees in just two weeks. This change is too fast, and we have no time to adapt."

Zhou Shuwan did not respond. She knew that all these changes meant that a greater disaster was approaching.

The crew members began to get busy, and the fleet carefully bypassed the crack and continued to sail forward.

The wind was still howling on the ice field, but the crew members' faces no longer had the initial fear on them, replaced by a numb calmness.

They had long been accustomed to such disasters, as if every danger was just a part of the journey.

Half a month later, under the guidance of Zhou Shuwan, the fleet finally arrived at the location of Island No. 1.

However, when their eyes fell on the ice field, everyone was stunned.

Zhou Shuwan stood at the bow, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the front, his heart in turmoil.

She was sure that she had not taken the wrong route, and this was exactly the location of Island No. 1.

However, what she saw was completely different from what she remembered.

The original island is now covered by a thick layer of ice, and the remaining building ruins are frozen in the glacier, like a relic frozen in time.

The ice layer is connected to the ice field on the sea surface, and there is no trace of any island at all.

If Zhou Shuwan had not led the way personally, anyone who saw this place would have thought that this was an ordinary sea ice field, rather than Island No. 1 where they had placed their hopes.

"Is this...really Island No. 1?" Captain Shang stood on the deck, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

He gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the effort, as if trying to find a sense of familiarity in the scene before him.

"It's here." Zhou Shuwan nodded with a firm tone.

Her eyes scanned the ice field, trying to find any trace of human life.

However, there was nothing but cold ruins.

Captain Chen was carried out of the cabin. He looked at the ice field in front of him with a heavy gaze. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just remained silent.

Island No. 1 originally had a population of more than a thousand, along with a cruiser and more than a dozen cruise ships and fishing boats, but now it is empty.

Could it be that so many people died in the violent geological activities?

The other people in the fleet didn't know the purpose of their trip, but when they saw the ice-covered island in front of them, some of them remembered that this was Hope Island No. 1 where they once lived.

Hope Island, Hope Island...

Where is the hope now?

Accompanied by Qi Mingyu, Zhou Shuwan first went down the deck and stepped onto the ice field.

She touched the ground in front of her with her hand and began to concentrate on sensing the situation on the island.

After a moment, her brows furrowed slightly, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

She felt that this island had experienced the same disaster as that which had occurred on Island No. 2.

Violent geological activities, rolling boulders, and collapsing ice have wiped out all traces of human presence on this land.

However, she hit the ground again...

She didn't find many traces of human corpses, only some scattered frozen debris, far less than a thousand people.

Her gaze once again turned to the ice field ahead, and the doubts in her heart were gradually replaced by a faint hope.

Could it be that they are not dead?

Could it be that they foresaw the danger and escaped?

Thinking of this, her heartbeat quickened a bit, and the light in her eyes gradually became brighter.

However, another question immediately came to her mind.

If they didn't die, then where did they escape to on this vast ice field?

Qi Mingyu had obviously noticed Zhou Shuwan's abnormality. He tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Did you find anything?"

Zhou Shuwan took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "There was indeed a violent geological event here, and all the buildings were destroyed, but... I didn't find many traces of bodies. Perhaps not all the people on the island died, and they may have escaped."

Qi Mingyu's eyes suddenly focused, and his expression was filled with joy: "You mean, they might still be alive?"

"That's possible." Zhou Shuwan nodded, his tone cautious.