Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400 A Hero In The Storm

Chapter 400 A Hero In The Storm

But Eric never backed down.

Amid the howling wind and torrential downpour, he even let out a light, cheerful whistle. He pulled his rain jacket’s collar high to cover half his face. On the empty, waterlogged road, he twisted the throttle all the way open. His electric bike sliced through the flood, sending sprays of water shooting several feet int the air.

“Jarvis, plot me the fastest route, Eric muttered into his silent Bluetooth earpiece, a boyish, wild glint shining in his eyes.

Naturally, no artificial intelligence replied-only the roar of the wind filled his ears.

It did nothing to dim Eric’s daydream.

In his own little story, he was no ordinary delivery guy. He was Batman racing through Gotham’s downpour, a top agent on a classified SSS-level mission. The asthma medication tucked inside his insulated bag was a life-saving antibody serum that could protect hundreds of thousands of people.

He reached a tunnel underpass, where floodwater rose halfway up his thighs. A stalled sedan sat abandoned sideways in the middle of the road, the current rushing strongly. The path ahead was completely blocked.

Eric stopped his bike and checked the time–15 minutes left till the delivery deadline.

Any normal person would have called the customer right then, canceled the order, and called it a day with a clear conscience.

But heroes never turn away.

Eric unclipped a waterproof pouch from his waist, carefully wrapped the medicine box tightly, and tucked it safely inside his shirt, pressed close to his chest.

Leaving his loyal bike behind, he waded resolutely into the icy, bone-chilling floodwater.

The water was full of silt, sand, and sharp, hidden debris beneath the surface. He stumbled forward step by step, trudging all the way for two miles.

Drenched head to toe and dripping wet, he finally stood before the shabby security door on the sixth floor. A middle-aged woman stood there, wiping anxious tears from her eyes, with the faint sound of a child coughing coming from inside the apartment.

When she saw Eric pull out the perfectly dry medicine box despite the storm, her face flooded with relief. She stepped forward at once, ready to wrap him in a grateful hug.

Thank you so much! The weather’s been terrible, dozens of riders bailed on this order, and no one would pick it up for ages!”

Eric panicked and stepped back two paces, holding her gently by the shoulders to stop her.

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Chapter 400 A Hero In The Storm

“Whoa, no need for that. Just doing my usual route, really. Is your kid alright?”

“He’s okay. We still have some medicine left, just not much. The storm’s messed up the air these days. I was scared we’d run out. I’ve got to work from home tomorrow too.”

The woman tried to send him an extra 50 dollars as a tip, but Eric refused firmly.

He struck what he thought was a cool, effortless pose beneath the dim flickering hallway motion-sensor light, lowered his voice, and spoke in a dramatic tone.0)

“I’m just doing what I can to help.”

With that, he turned and headed down the stairs.

By the time he reached the second floor, his legs were numb and chilled from wading through the flood for so long, and he winced, muttering a quiet curse under his breath. But in his mind’s eye, a scarlet cape billowed majestically behind his back.

That night, he hadn’t saved the world or fought off aliens. Still, it was enough for him. He was just an ordinary kind soul with no superpowers, making his way on his own two feet-and he loved every bit of

He walked alone down the empty street, his soaked hair whipping wildly in the gale, his figure fading slowly into the storm.

A familiar sense of weightlessness washed over him, and the light around him softened.

The scene shifted to the rooftop of an old walk-up in the urban village.

Blazing sunset clouds dyed the entire city deep crimson. Eric sat on the rooftop edge alongside Tony, another rider from their delivery station. Beneath them lay the endless flow of city traffic, and each man held a cold, cheap beer in his hand.

“Eric,” Tony said, slightly tipsy as he stared out at the endless stretch of high-rises, letting out a heavy sigh “You think this is all our lives will ever be? Spinning in circles every day like a puppet controlled by an algorithm. No one looks up to us. Customers treat us like beggars, the platform treats us like workhorses. What even are we, in the end?”

Tony’s words held the quiet despair and helplessness of countless ordinary people-staring down a future with no hope, their inner passion worn away by endless mundane days.

Eric didn’t slump his head like Tony. He stood up instead, facing the loud evening wind, gazing toward the city center where neon lights were just beginning to glow.

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