The cold was biting, and the heavy snow fell in utter silence.
Early in the morning, the world outside was already blanketed in silver.
"Is it snowing...?"
Pulling open the window and looking at the pure white world outside, Bai Zhi fell into thought for quite a while.
A moment later, as if he had suddenly remembered something, his expression became extremely solemn.
"Wait... today is New Year's Eve. There probably won't be any food delivery tonight, right?"
With the New Year approaching, the others in the villa had successively gone home over the past few days at their families' urging.
Although matters concerning Players and Anomalies had been made public, unlike the chaos rampant in foreign countries, things remained peaceful and harmonious at home.
Everything was much the same as before; it was simply another topic of conversation in everyday life.
Abroad, however, while the situation in some regions was barely still under control, thanks to the widespread availability of guns, along with so-called human rights, equality, and freedom, cases of "my neighbor stocks food while I stock guns, and my neighbor becomes my granary" were everywhere. Not to mention the now-routine looting sprees—crime rates had risen by who knew how many times.
Faced with this situation, those countries cleverly proposed a solution... looted goods had to be taxed too.
Reality was simply more absurd than fiction.
In backward regions or war-torn countries like Syria, the existence of Players had made things even more like an era of warlords carving up territory and fighting on all sides.
Ambitious Players formed their own factions, and things like Four Emperors and Seven Warlords of the Sea sprang up one after another. Disorder and conflict erupted every day.
...In short, it was a complete mess.
Back home, however, leaving aside the Relevant