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I was ALWAYS misplacing my phone. As they both get out of their vehicles, Will walks over towards the truck. “Hey Jarod, this is Will. He lives up on my floor. He’s offered to help me finish moving too.” Will extends his hand out to shake Jared’s. Once again, I notice that it’s not his robotic hand.

"Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll treat you soon. I'll take you out of here, Yuki. I—" Yuki smiled softly and began to close her eyes before Fūma managed to finish his words. The hand that had been holding his face was falling down. Yeah, that was the last thing Yuki could say. Her strong desire and willpower kept her to survive, even with those wounds. Before she finally breathed her last. "Yuki? Yuki?! YUKIIIII!!!" Fuma kept screaming at Yuki's name. He knew it was useless. He knew that but still did so while holding onto Yuki's cold body.

fire in those conditions. Ragnar squinted again, momentarily unsure of the others' circumstances. Were their last days as hard as his days, walking through the snow and cold, walking in the valley and always facing Pangbong? Howling in the cold wind as you walk along the narrow, slippery ridge that rises above the dreaded cliffs? Did they open their ears to the cry of the wolf they all feared so much? Did they gaze in awe at the mighty bald eagles that roamed the desolate landscape in search of prey? Were those eyes sharp enough to see mice slithering over their heads from thousands of feet away? Did they also survive by chewing edible moss and eating eggs stolen from live birds' nests? Rag

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

"Standing in the middle of a massacre and asking for more. You're perfect." The kiss that followed was brutal. All teeth and hunger and the metallic taste of blood. I was crying, maybe, or maybe the tears were just from the cold. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except their hands on my body, their mouths on my skin, the overwhelming heat of them surrounding me in the frozen wasteland. I was drowning in them. Drowning and not caring at all. When the adrenaline finally faded and the world came back into focus, I found myself sitting in the snow with my back against the tree, wrapped in Malakai's shirt and someone's fur pelt.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

Volkan's pov The snow was heaping up, making my paws to root in it. I struggle moving forward, but I don't stop. Going further. I could see the borders and my heart throbs. Please be safe Thora... please. It was impossible to see anything...I could barely see my own paws. Breathing heavily, I jump over the borders. Looking around. Sh**! It was completely white...the hope of her being alive...able to survive in this disaster flickering.

A wave of absolute cold exploded from his body. It hit the front line of the horde. Fifty Primevals froze instantly. They became statues of ice blocking the entrance. "He's doing it!" Mara cried from the back of the room. "He is holding the line!" But the horde was endless. The Primevals behind the ice wall pushed. They crushed their frozen kin. They climbed over the shattered remains of the front line. More poured in. Victor was panting. His skin was turning a translucent blue. His veins stood out like black ropes. He was burning through his life force to maintain the cold.

The 599th level of small world was an extremely cold world, which was entirely composed of ice and snow. In Ding Hao's trance, there was an illusion of returning to the coldest and longest winter in Snow Province in the Northern Territory, but the temperature here was obviously much colder than Snow Province. When taking a breath out, the water vapor in it would instantly melt and fell off in the form of ice cubes. When some primordial martial artists entered it, and they were immediately frozen into ice sculptures. There were already countless such ice sculptures in this small world.

was born. As Chapter 116 closes, the "Mist-Link" on the surface "Snapped." The coastal refugees suddenly felt the "Cold" of the water. They didn't "Drown," but they "Woke Up." They began to swim back to the shore, their skin no longer "Indigo," but "Standard-Human" with a "Faint-Glimmer" of the deep. Avery Vane-Thorne sat in the Nereus, watching the "Silas-Signal" fade into "Static."