Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: Chapter 484: Accelerated Food Spoilage

Shawn Gardner gritted his teeth. "What about those mutated animals?

That herd of Four Seasons Deer, weren’t they supposed to be kept for research?!"

Another subordinate said in a low voice, "We just got a report from the ground. That herd of deer... followed the RV and left the base."

"What?!"

Shawn Gardner felt like he was going to cough up blood.

His wife’s brother was missing—no sign of him, dead or alive.

Connor Webb, the man he’d recruited to be his weapon, was dead.

Those precious mutated creatures were gone.

Nothing was going right.

He took a deep breath, about to erupt, when there was another knock on his office door.

"Come in!"

A staff member walked in timidly, holding a report. "...Something terrible has happened."

"Speak!"

"The warehouses... The stockpiled supplies are rapidly rotting because of the extreme temperature disaster!

Especially the food. A lot of it has already started to mold and spoil!"

Shawn Gardner was stunned.

’The supplies are rotting?’

Central Base had been stockpiling supplies since its inception—all sorts of food, medicine, and daily necessities, piled up like mountains.

Everyone believed that as long as they had these supplies, the base could hold on.

But no one had considered...

The extreme temperature disaster brought more than just high heat.

It also accelerated decay.

The grain that had been piled in the underground warehouses for ages was now, under the sustained high temperatures, seeing its shelf life shorten at an alarming rate. Things that could originally last for two or three years would now spoil in a few months.

"How long... will the remaining stock last?" Shawn Gardner’s voice was hoarse.

The staff member lowered his head. "A month... at most."

’A month.’

’And after that month?’

’What would the hundreds of thousands of people in the base eat? What would they drink?’

Shawn Gardner slowly sank back into his chair. Staring out at the pitch-black night sky, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness for the first time.

What he didn’t know was that a storm far more terrifying than rotting supplies was brewing within the base.

Factional strife, resource wars, a reshuffling of power...

And he was at the center of it all.

「...」

In the distance, the RV had already disappeared into the vast darkness.

Seraphina Sullivan didn’t know that their early departure had allowed them to narrowly avoid the horrific infighting that was about to engulf the entire Central Base.

The scramble caused by resource scarcity, the backstabbing among the higher-ups, the riots of the survivors...

None of it had anything to do with them anymore.

Outside the window, the night wind howled.

Seraphina Sullivan gazed at the night outside, the corners of her lips curling into a slight smile.

’The road ahead is unknown.’

’But at least, it’s free.’

Before dawn, Seraphina Sullivan and the others finally found a relatively intact residential complex.

It wasn’t a large complex—just seven or eight buildings. Before the extreme temperature disaster, it was likely standard for some middle-class community.

But now, the exterior walls were mottled, the glass was shattered, and the plants in the greenbelts were long since withered and scorched, leaving only bare branches twisted in the darkness.

Seraphina Sullivan didn’t choose to park on the surface—that would be courting death.

She drove the RV directly into the underground parking garage.

The garage was large and empty, with only a few abandoned cars parked askew in the corners, their bodies covered in a thick layer of dust.

The air was filled with a musty smell and the pungent scent of evaporated gasoline, but compared to the terrifying high temperatures that were coming, this place was at least survivable.

"This is it." Seraphina Sullivan parked the vehicle and killed the engine. "After sunrise, the temperature on the surface will be hot enough to cook a person.

We’ll live underground for the time being."

Dexter Luther was the first to jump out, stretching his limbs. He pulled a small, palm-sized pouch from his coat.

It was a piece of Space Equipment he’d gotten from some instance. The capacity wasn’t large, but it was more than enough for miscellaneous items like tents.

He shook the pouch, and several compressed tent packages fell to the ground with a THUMP, THUMP.

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