Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

Soon, the commotion surrounding the strange beasts subsided; after all, the world is cruel, and life must go on.

However, when Long Yangyang occasionally strolls through the shopping streets, she often receives fearful and apprehensive glances. She remains indifferent to this, as being feared is far better than being constantly harassed.

"Mom, you and Aunt Yueqing seem to be in good spirits lately," Long Yangyang said, looking at her two elders who returned with cheerful expressions.

Song Ying nodded. "Recently, business at your Aunt Yueqing's and my shop has been good. Didn't you tell us to collect more warm clothes? We've gotten quite a few. Most importantly, now basically no one is causing trouble at our shop."

Everyone has been behaving themselves in the shop, and your Aunt Yueqing and I have had a lot less to worry about lately.

In the past, when these people with superpowers entered the store, they would inevitably quarrel with people or things they didn't get along with. But now, they are all more and more docile. They used to have loud voices, but now they speak softly and gently.

Song Ying knew that these superhumans seemed genuinely terrified, and they were all keeping a low profile.

"But Yangyang, why did you get so many warm clothes?" Mingyueqing asked curiously. "Is this winter particularly cold?"

Long Yangyang nodded and said with a smile, "Aunt Yueqing, congratulations, you can predict the future now."

Upon hearing this, Song Ying and Ming Yueqing's smiling eyes instantly turned gloomy. "This world is getting harder and harder."

“The Tu Qingqiu we encountered before was a reincarnation, right? According to her memories, the extreme cold should be coming soon, so we prepared in advance,” Long Yangyang explained.

As for Yun Cangshu's precognitive abilities, they have always been kept secret, and only a very few people know about them.

"Yangyang, do you think there are really people in this world who are reborn?" Song Ying asked curiously. When Long Yuanchen was in junior high school, he was quite immature and liked to read some novels about time travel and rebirth.

Song Ying also learned about online literature, "Isn't there a butterfly effect?"

“Mom, you know quite a lot,” Long Yangyang said. “People are reborn, how could they not change history? But even if some things change, what’s meant to happen will still happen. It’s always good to be prepared.”

Long Yangyang probably never imagined that her words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

That night.

While people were asleep, the temperature dropped silently.

The cold wind swept across the earth like a knife, and before anyone knew it, the land was frozen solid for thousands of miles.

Moonlight filtered through thick clouds, casting a pale blue glow on the ice-crystal-adorned earth. Under the cold moonlight, the surrounding scenery seemed frozen in time, and the air was thick with the scent of death.

The biting wind howled through the icy forest, blowing snow and ice off the trees with a soft, pattering sound. In this silent night, only the cold wind raged, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.

Overnight, the temperature plummeted, and the land was frozen solid.

"Get up quickly! Something's wrong! The temperature has suddenly dropped!" In the outer city of Qingdu Base, the once warm hall was now filled with a bone-chilling cold.

Some of the superhumans who were awakened by the cold quickly woke up their sleeping companions. After discovering that the temperature had dropped sharply, several superhumans gathered together and tried to use their body heat to resist the cold outside, but this seemed to be of no use.

"Do we still have any blankets? No, it's too cold!"

"No, it was so hot before, everyone wanted to soak in water all day long, so who would collect blankets? No, Brother Wang, aren't you a fire-type ability user? Light a fire."

"Row!"

Ice crystals fell from the roof, and a thick layer of ice covered the ground. People who woke up began to look for anything that could keep them warm—blankets, quilts, clothes—but none of these seemed to ward off the biting cold.

Teams with fire-type ability users are better off; as long as they are willing to give up their abilities and purification crystals, they can use their abilities to dispel the cold air around them.

However, ordinary people without superpowers couldn't do that. Some of them huddled together for warmth, some shivered, but most lay quietly on the ground, their faces bearing an indescribable pain and despair.

The cold moonlight shone through the glass onto the faces of those who had frozen to death; their pale complexions seemed to tell the story of their final moments. The survivors encouraged and comforted each other, trying to find a way out, but by then, they had been utterly defeated by the cold.

Suddenly, a sharp cry shattered the silence. A young mother clutched her child tightly, but her tears could no longer warm the already stiff body. Her child, the little one who had just learned to walk, had already passed away in this cold snap.

The mother's cries echoed in the cold dormitory, but no one could comfort her pain.

The people around them silently lowered their heads, their eyes filled with sorrow and helplessness. In this apocalyptic world, they had become accustomed to facing death, but seeing their helpless loved ones still caused them excruciating heartache.

The light danced on the cold walls, casting the shadows of those who had frozen to death. Their faces were contorted, as if they were struggling to survive in their final moments. Their bodies were covered by thick layers of ice, like ice sculptures in this apocalyptic world.

People without superpowers unknowingly gathered in the hall and huddled together.

Suddenly, the deathly silence was broken by a series of footsteps. A group of survivors stumbled into the hall, their faces filled with terror and exhaustion. One of them carried a stove, its faint flame their only hope.

"I obtained this furnace from a fire-type ability user, everyone come closer!"

They quickly placed the stove in the center of the hall, and people immediately gathered around. The flames leaped in the frigid air, as if fighting against the chill of this apocalyptic world. People approached the stove, feeling its faint warmth, and a trace of relief appeared on their faces.

However, the hall was too crowded, and this glimmer of hope seemed too faint. The icy walls of the hall reflected a dim light, a stark contrast to the firelight of the fireplace. People's shadows stretched and twisted on the cold walls, as if telling of their suffering.

Soon, the stove light went out, and despair began to creep in. People knew they could not escape this disaster. Some began to weep, some began to pray, and some sat silently in a corner, awaiting death.

In this dark hall, people felt the fragility and impermanence of life. They thought of the past, of those who had left, of the laughter and tears they had shared.