Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: The System’s Special Annual Limited-Time Event

Seeing the state of the food, Seraphina Sullivan nodded. She had already reached a conclusion.

’Looks like this extreme-temperature apocalypse brings more than just heat.’

She looked toward the garage entrance, where the sky was beginning to brighten.

’There must be something in the air—the high heat, radiation, or some other factor we haven’t discovered yet—that’s making exposed food spoil so quickly.’

Dexter Luther gasped. "So, you’re saying that from now on, anything not kept in the Space has to be eaten the same day? It’ll go bad if we leave it out overnight, or even for just a couple of hours?"

"I’m afraid so."

The group looked at each other, stunned.

An apocalypse never offers just one way to die.

The high heat was just the beginning. The rapid spoilage of food was another silent death sentence.

Freya Lynn huddled in her sister’s arms and asked in a small voice, "Then... what are we going to eat?"

Seraphina Sullivan glanced at her.

She took several unaffected cans from her Space.

It was from her personal stock, which she had kept in her Space the entire time without taking it out.

"Don’t worry," she said. "We still have things to eat."

Food?

Food was the one thing Seraphina Sullivan didn’t lack.

As a Beloved of the God of Cuisine, if she were to starve to death, it would be a joke to the entire pantheon.

But Dexter Luther and the others clearly didn’t see it that way.

"Sullivan, about the speed this food is spoiling..."

Dexter Luther chewed on the compressed biscuit Seraphina had just given him, his brow furrowed so deeply you could have trapped a fly in it. "What do you think is happening at the Central Base?

With so many people and so many supplies, if it all spoils overnight like this..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood the implication.

In a base of over a million people, food reserves were rotting at a visible rate.

This wasn’t a problem they could solve by just "being a little more frugal." This was a true crisis of survival.

Seraphina Sullivan shook her head. "I don’t know either.

But with so many Players in the base, they’ll find a way.

Besides, even if the higher-ups are constantly bickering, they wouldn’t dare just stand by and watch everyone starve when it comes to life and death. That would be digging their own graves."

Dexter Luther considered this, figured it made sense, and didn’t press the issue.

The group ate all the food they were given for the day, not daring to leave a single crumb—no one wanted to experience the "surprise" of their food getting moldy after just a few hours.

After they finished eating, they all went to rest.

Seraphina’s Weather Cloud continued to drift dutifully above the garage. A constant drizzle of fine snow pellets kept the ambient temperature within a barely tolerable range.

Dexter Luther and the others’ tents were pitched right under the cloud, and although it couldn’t compare to the AC in the RV, at least they could get some sleep.

Inside the RV, Seraphina Sullivan lay on her bed, listening to the faint sound of the air conditioner running outside, and slowly closed her eyes.

...

During the day, the temperature soared to terrifying heights, just as expected.

Even hidden in the underground garage, they could feel the omnipresent, scorching heat radiating up from the ground.

At the garage entrance, a heat wave distorted the light, creating an invisible Wall of fire that separated the world inside from the one outside.

The Four Seasons Deer couldn’t take it anymore.

This group of mutated creatures, normally highly adaptable to extreme weather, were now listlessly huddled together in the deepest part of the garage, too lethargic to even make a sound.

Their summer forms were operating at full capacity, their fur glowing with a faint green light, but clearly, this temperature was still beyond their limit.

Flora Sullivan’s heart ached for them. She stayed by their side every day, having the Weather Cloud drop hail to cool them down.

For the next few days, the group remained settled in the underground garage.

It was too hot during the day to go out, so they stayed in the garage to rest, organize supplies, chat, and play cards.

When the temperature dropped a little in the evening, they would take turns going out to search for supplies in the nearby residential areas.

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