Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Vehicle Upgrade Card

Sorrow weighed on everyone’s heart like a heavy stone.

But reality never gave anyone much time to react.

Amid the oppressive atmosphere,

a clear broadcast suddenly rang out over the safe zone.

The heavy and solemn voice of Director Wesley Moore boomed from the loudspeakers, reaching every corner of the Vorlag Safe Zone:

[Attention, all survivors! Attention, all survivors!]

[It has now been confirmed that the extreme low temperatures outside have temporarily receded. The arctic cataclysm has abated for now.]

[However, this is not the permanent end of the cataclysm!]

[According to confirmed intelligence, this is only a one-month grace period!]

[I repeat, we only have one month to prepare!]

[In order to concentrate our strength to the fullest and face the potentially more severe challenges of the future,]

[and to ensure the survival of more people, the Vorlag Safe Zone has decided to begin a strategic relocation of all personnel to the Central Base, starting tomorrow at dawn!]

[Across the country, all capable safe zones are undertaking similar actions, ultimately concentrating our strength at the center!] 𝖿𝔯𝓮𝗲𝓌𝗲𝘣𝙣ℴ𝕧𝓮𝗹.𝒸𝓸𝗺

[This is for survival. There is no other choice! We ask for your understanding and cooperation!]

[All survivors, you have one final day to rest and sort your personal belongings.]

[Please make sure to prepare the necessary supplies and await further specific instructions.]

[Players, please head to the designated assembly point to receive basic supplies and accept centralized command.]

[Let me emphasize again: this relocation is for our survival! Please maintain order and do not panic!]

When the broadcast ended, the safe zone first fell into a dead silence, which was then shattered by an even more complex uproar.

The ordinary survivors’ initial euphoria at the cataclysm’s end quickly cooled.

In its place came confusion, unease, and anxiety about the unknown journey.

They would be leaving the relatively familiar safe zone they had helped build, heading for the distant and unfamiliar Central Safe Zone, their future uncertain.

But the broadcast’s mention of a "one-month grace period" and "more severe challenges to come" filled them with a profound fear, as they knew staying behind might be even more dangerous.

The Players, meanwhile, were mostly weary and heavy-hearted.

They had just survived a life-or-death cataclysm.

Having lost so many comrades, they were exhausted in body and mind, their wounds still fresh.

Yet now they had to immediately set out on a long migration fraught with unknown dangers.

But they also understood the necessity of concentrating their strength.

They also understood the imminent pressure of that "one-month" deadline.

Grief would have to be set aside for now.

Survival was the only thing that mattered now.

"Our RV is in decent shape. The power and basic systems are still functional."

Seraphina Sullivan said in a low voice, returning to Sean Chandler’s side.

"It can serve as our mobile base and mode of transport during the evacuation."

Sean Chandler nodded, his gaze sweeping over the RV’s interior.

"Yeah. With the RV, we’ll be more flexible and relatively safe.

But I need to check its exact condition and restock on fuel and necessary parts."

"I’ll leave the upcoming arrangements to you, then.

I need to get some proper rest, and while I’m at it... check the compensation the system gave me, and see what’s going on with my own body."

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