In this apocalyptic frozen world, survival was extremely difficult, especially for those who had been cast out.
Mark, once a man of considerable standing in the camp, had now fallen into obscurity as a laborer.
Naturally, he was unwilling to accept it.
He had escaped death only because that foolish woman had shown mercy.
But he felt no gratitude. On the contrary, every time he braved the ice and snow to haul coal, the anger in his heart grew stronger, and his hatred deepened.
Damn it, why do we have to support those old men?
They should just be left to die!
I did nothing wrong.
I only failed because that damn Zhang Meng was stronger than me! A dangerous plan began brewing in his heart.
Besides him, there were more than ten other able-bodied men who had betrayed Erica.
They had all been assigned to hard labor.
Naturally, they were dissatisfied as well.
And so, Mark easily gathered these equally resentful men.
They decided to use the Ice and Snow Monster to attack the camp.
Mark hoped to use this opportunity to reclaim the position of chief.
During a secret meeting late at night, Mark and his companions sat around a campfire.
Madness flickered in their eyes.
"Mark, summoning the Ice and Snow Monster isn't something we can control," one accomplice said worriedly.
Mark growled, "We have to act. We can't keep living like this."
"Do you still want to live in constant fear?"
"We work ourselves to the bone outside every day, while those old men inside eat the fruits of our labor for nothing!"
"Without them, we'd only have half as much work!"
"And those women only do easy jobs, yet they won't even let us touch them!"
"It's utterly ridiculous. Before the apocalypse, we were simps.