Ultra-low Temperature! Heavy Snowfall! Storm!

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd.

Su Mo waved with a smile, and his figure disappeared into the Virtual Reality space.

Because of the robot's body, others who want to carry out research tasks must remain in this place.

But they don't have much time left!

Once the research process begins, it will be necessary to disassemble the Material Conversion Engine and study its internal structure.

Therefore, the ship's power supply will rely on emergency batteries brought from the Expedition Base.

At that time, considering the terrifying energy consumption of Virtual Reality, as well as the reserve power to maintain necessary equipment such as Brain Box, etc.

The research system can only operate for a maximum of eight hours before it must be forcibly shut down.

"I never imagined that so much time would pass, and I'd have to race against time again."

"We can only hope that the next three disasters won't be too extreme, otherwise..."

"The road ahead is difficult!"

Spending too much time in the Virtual Reality world and then suddenly returning to the real world can create a very noticeable sense of disconnect.

Sitting on the stool, watching the machine still running.

For a moment.

Su Mo even wanted to use Survival Points to replace everyone's research progress and forcefully push forward the entire plan.

However, considering the complex situation that is about to be faced.

He stood up, suppressed all his thoughts, staggered a few steps, and then walked steadily out of the temporary research room.

"Hello, Director."

Thud! As soon as I stepped onto the first floor, several villagers bumped into me.

Upon discovering that it was Su Mo, they immediately stood up straight and raised their hands in salute.

"Alright, Sun Zhaoli, don't be so reserved on our ship."

Seeing the respectful demeanor of the group of nine, Su Mo patted the leader on the shoulder and continued walking up the deck without stopping.

but.

The man he photographed was visibly excited, repeatedly saying, "The director actually remembers my name."

"Hey, have you guys noticed? The director seems a bit worried."

"Yeah, I also feel something's a bit strange."

"The announcement of the next three disasters is about to be made, and the situation is definitely not optimistic. We should make preparations as soon as possible."

What preparations should be made?

"What else could it be? It's a fight to the death, of course! You think you can just run away?"

As they watched Su Mo's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, the group started chattering amongst themselves.

At this point, as the announcement of the three disasters is about to be made, ordinary villagers are also feeling an invisible pressure.

And this is still taking into account that they are under the protection of Su Mo.

It lies deep in the ocean.

At this point in time, when a voting disaster is about to occur.

Countless refugees have stopped moving forward and are resting on the spot.

They were both excited and apprehensive.

An 80% reduction in the magnitude of the disaster does not mean we can rest easy.

If a disaster involves a meteorite falling from the sky or a volcanic eruption, even if the disaster is mitigated due to being in the deep sea, it will be of no use.

"Perhaps the game shut down the world chat channel because it took into account my growing influence among the human population."

"If I can still speak, then this vote will be meaningless."

"If I simply raise my voice, the voting results will naturally change because of my ideas."

The Hope is currently not far from the New Continent.

Back on the Main Deck.

As Su Mo gazed into the distance, he could vaguely make out the outline of the land.

Following this outline, it will take about ten hours to reach the landing point closest to the selected location.

Go up from this place.

Based on everyone's stamina and the bonus from the Pioneer title that can be obtained upon first landing on the New Continent.

In a day and a half, you can travel through the area and arrive at the relocated territory.

"Brother, are we about to reach the shore?"

Leaning against the bow of the boat, Su Mo was lost in thought, but then he heard Su Chan's playful voice behind him.

Turning his head, Su Mo's face showed a hint of doting affection.

"Yes, we'll be going ashore soon."

Su Chan exclaimed in delight, "Wow, doesn't that mean we can build houses, Farming Genre, and construct our own city!"

"Oh, right, we can also open a big ranch. I'll graze the livestock, and I guarantee they'll all be fat and strong!"

"If Mom and Dad come over, they'll be so happy to see how amazing you are now!"

Between words.

Su Chan is full of hope for the future.

Her words startled Su Mo, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind immediately dissipated somewhat.

Once upon a time, Su Mo also made similar plans for his territory and for the future of the wasteland.

He wanted sturdy city walls that could defend against any creature that might sneak up at night.

The desire for rapidly developing technology is to continuously bring hope forward to people in a post-apocalyptic world.

Imagine hundreds of acres of fertile land, where in autumn the wheat fields ripple like waves, and the air is filled with the scent of harvest.

Imagine a ranch where animals roam freely, and everyone can drink their fill of milk and eggs.

I want skyscrapers to rise from the ground, so that everyone will no longer have to suffer from the extreme cold and heat.

To have a full stockpile of weapons, you don't need to worry about anyone's opinion.

But we don't know when.

Su Mo suddenly snapped out of his daze at Su Chan's words.

His original aspirations and goals had changed! Every day he sat at his desk, and every night when he lay down, his mind was filled with thoughts of how to arm wrestle with the alien race and how to fight against the game.

How to scheme and plot, how to secure greater benefits for one's territory.

Offense, invasion, defense, counter-invasion.

Even when it comes to learning knowledge, Su Mo unconsciously tends to favor technologies that can be quickly put into combat.

Even when he was standing at the bow of the ship just now, all he could think about was how to improve the base's combat effectiveness more quickly and how to fight against these alien races.

Is it correct? Looking at Su Chan's face, Su Mo asked himself.

Then, the answer automatically popped into his head.

"Alright, when we get to the territory, I'll build you a huge ranch and houses for everyone. We need fertile land and sturdy city walls."

"At that time, we will ensure that everyone can sleep peacefully and wake up happily!"

He nodded solemnly.

Su Mo's eyes showed a rare seriousness! And this seriousness made Su Chan secretly smile.

"Then it's settled!"

"It's a deal!"

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

Sitting in the conference room, Su Mo opened the Game Panel on time and entered the disaster voting panel that was flashing.

Unlike his previous panic, he has now completely adjusted his mindset.

And the next seat.

The attitudes of the dozen or so management members and Su Deben varied.

Some people's faces were filled with barely suppressed anxiety and panic.

Some people appear calm, but in reality, they tremble so badly that they seem to have Parkinson's disease.

Even Chen Shen swallowed hard at this moment, his arms bulging with veins from the tension.

We'll be arriving in the New Continent soon.

The first disaster completely determined the development path chosen by the people of Hope Village, as well as the level of tension they faced.

Aside from Su Deben, who was controlling the robot's body, and Su Mo, who was sitting calmly in the middle, no one could take this moment in stride.

Gradually, as time passed, everyone went inside to take a look.

As expected, gasps of surprise rang out precisely on time.

Zhang Long: "My God, why do I feel like the disaster has escalated to another level? This is terrifying! Three disasters, whichever comes first, will be a severe test for us!"

Liu Neng: "There are 23 days until the next disaster. Even if we go to the territory, the remaining time can't be more than 20 days. How can we survive such a short time?"

Qi Qin: "In temperatures of minus forty degrees Celsius, is this game insane? Or does he think we're some kind of tough-skinned alien race who can run around in the freezing cold?"

Chen Shen: "It's not simple. Look at the other two disasters. I have a feeling that this disaster seems to be aimed at us. The choice is to restrict the development of humankind."

According to the game's previous announcements.

The new disaster model includes three types: large, medium, and small. Humanity needs to use a nationwide vote to decide the order of the three disasters.

The intervals between disasters, however, follow a decreasing pattern.

If a minor disaster is chosen, then a second disaster will occur on the 7th day after the initial disaster and all votes have been cast.

If Medium Disaster is selected, the recovery period is 14 days.

The most severe large-scale disasters require the longest recovery period, totaling 28 days.

One rest period lasts forty-nine days!

According to the principle of selection, given the current state of humanity, the first option would definitely be to start with a minor disaster and extend the development time as much as possible.

Incidentally, it will also allow us to accumulate enough resources to cope with subsequent major and medium-sized disasters.

This is the most scientific and reasonable method, and it can minimize casualties to the greatest extent.

Unfortunately, the devil is always one step ahead of the saint.

The game that set this rule clearly took this into account, and provided a honey trap that hides "poison".

It perfectly separated the New Continent from the humans in the deep sea.

[Disaster Vote: Voting starts at 00:13:35]

[Please read the following voting rules carefully. Once the rules are violated, there will be no opportunity for appeal.]

First, this vote was conducted in principle with absolute fairness and impartiality. Participants were limited to all humans; no other races or creatures were permitted to manipulate the process in any way. Any other creature found to have engaged in the following illegal activities—restricting human voting, forcing human voting, or inducing human voting—would be immediately eliminated, and the participating human would lose all future voting opportunities, have their Game Panel and related functions permanently disabled.

Second, each adult will receive one fixed vote, and each minor will receive half a vote. Voting is irreversible and cannot be modified once confirmed.

Third, the airdrop rules will be changed; specific changes will be announced after the disaster begins.

Fourth, disaster relief rules will be changed; specific changes will be announced after the disaster begins.

[.]

The game reserves the right to interpret all rules, and any changes will be communicated to all players.

[Code name: 001, the disaster of these three rounds of voting:]

[Minor Disaster: Storm (Unlocked)]

[Disaster Description]: Rain is the source of all life, and it is in In the Wind and Rain that living things can better find their way forward.

[Disaster Scope: Global]

[Disaster magnitude: New Continent: 800 mm of precipitation in a single day, gale force 10; Deep Sea: 6000 mm of precipitation in a single day, gale force 12]

[Time of Disaster: 72 hours]

[Medium Disaster: Heavy Snowfall (Unlocked)]

[Disaster Description]: A timely snowfall promises a bumper harvest; this snow brought not only the threat of extinction but also the hope of spring.

[Disaster Scope: Global]

[Disaster magnitude: New Continent: 500 mm of snowfall on the First Day, decreasing successively, temperature: -20 degrees Celsius; Deep Sea: 1000 mm of snowfall in a single day, temperature: -25 degrees Celsius]

[Time of Disaster: 168 hours]

[Major Disaster: Ultra-low Temperature (Unlocked)]

[Disaster Description]: Only by experiencing extreme cold and the test of survival can one truly appreciate the preciousness of life.

[Disaster Scope: Global]

[Disaster Range: New Continent: Temperature -40 degrees Celsius; Deep Sea: Temperature -65 degrees Celsius]

[Disaster duration: 120 hours]