Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 517 - 259 Typhoon Day_3

Chapter 517: Chapter 259 Typhoon Day_3

So everyone busied themselves. Su Shi made hanging racks, and everyone placed items on them. There was a lot of stuff, including food, snacks, tools, flowers, seeds, firearms, and bullets, among other things.

The Doomsday Fortress was also bustling, with everyone wearing raincoats as they reinforced the tugboat. The floodwaters were fierce, and as a wave struck, Dashuang was lifted from below onto the Shanghai Dike Road and swept into the Left County River on the other side of the dike.

Fortunately, the other side was the Stillwater Zone, and Dashuang managed to flap back after a few struggles.

Once the racks and boats were reinforced, the waters of the Left County River kept rising until they were only half a meter lower than the Shanghai Dike Road. The murky floodwaters carried all sorts of debris and zombies as they surged into the sea, where they collided with the tide, creating a distinct boundary line. This was a rare natural sight. At low tide, the boundary between sea and river would press near the warehouse; at high tide, it would be pushed back to the south gate of the Doomsday Fortress.

Currently, the boundary between the sea and the river was in the warehouse area, where the ferocious floodwaters and towering waves continuously lashed at it. Not a single zombie was visible in the entire warehouse area; it was unclear whether they had hidden inside the buildings to avoid the water or had been washed out to sea to feed the fish.

"What a perfect time to visit relatives," someone joked.

"What?" Maya asked loudly, not hearing clearly.

Lin Wu replied loudly, "Nothing."

After finally completing the work, everyone returned to their dorms, closed the doors, and took off their drenched outerwear. Here, one must thank Dawn’s kind-heartedness for leaving everyone with Invincible undergarments. However, in the accursed Hardcore Mode, clothes and shoes wouldn’t dry by themselves. The Shadow Group had a set of spare clothes, but no spare shoes.

After eating lunch delivered by Qing, everyone gathered barefoot in Dashuang’s room to play mahjong, which had enough space for them. Maya sat on the floor by the door, watching the rain. The fact that there had been no production or harvest, only consumption, that day made her somewhat anxious. From her experience, after one typhoon, there might be a second and third.

Lin Wu seemed to guess what Maya was thinking and consoled her, "If we can’t survive, then hardly anyone can in Hardcore Mode. No matter what difficulties we face, we must maintain a positive attitude. I win."

The other three looked distressed, and Lin Wu commanded, "Get ready, start."

The three of them tilted their heads back and imitated Wai’s barking, while Wai hopped around on the floor, obviously in a good mood. Influenced by the atmosphere, Maya finally put her worries aside and took Cotton’s place. Cotton and Wai began playing on the floor.

At that moment, the Shadow Group continued to bring bad news. The first floor of the dormitory had flooded, and everyone could only stay on the beds on the second floor. Lin Wu and the others could imagine that scene and feel the helplessness and despair in their hearts.

Maya said, "After the typhoon passes, we need to do two things: first, collect building materials to expand the base. Second, store food, at least enough to fill a refrigerator with meat."

Cotton suggested, "We might consider raising some hens."

Shana had once raised chicks at the Meteorological Station, but unfortunately, since it wasn’t a system-based breeding, they were all trampled to death by zombies brought by merchants. "Good idea," Maya said. "I’ll contact Shana to see if she can figure something out." Shana had experience with hatching chicks.

The Shadow Group was indeed facing great difficulties, but a major reason for their low morale was the absence of the buffoon. Not to mention Lin Wu, even having someone like Peanut jumping around in the channel would surely lighten the mood. After all, not everyone could play the fool; one had to have thick skin, be self-deprecating, and be able to take jabs at others with the right touch.

Lin Wu and Peanut of the Doomsday Fortress were the creators and sustainers of topics. One talked nonsense that led to group debates, the other’s greasy comments repelled people, but the discussions were endless, and the laughter never ceased. Paired with the stress-relieving Wai, even in the most extreme environments, they could still laugh and joke freely.