Miao Qingyu had originally been standing in the front passenger area, but when she realized she could barely see anything outside from her current position, she had no choice but to stand up.
But she still could not see.
With no other option, she obtained the Corpse Collector's permission and stood on the seat, finally able to peer out from the warm cab.
My Unemployment Life had a complete ecosystem. The frigid gale accelerated heat loss, making anyone active outside more likely to freeze stiff.
The need for warmth was amplified, movement became difficult, and stronger internal implants might have yielded more information. Unfortunately, she had none.
Staring intently outside, Miao Qingyu carefully recorded everything with her eyes.
The viewers behind her were also analyzing the situation. They overlooked no detail, documenting everything before beginning to verify the conditions here.
The more they analyzed, the more alarmed they became.
The Dream Maker responsible for this environment had simulated nature in horrifying detail, seemingly wanting to reproduce even the path of every snowflake, turning the Dreamscape into a completely real environment.
The NPCs by the roadside were as realistic as possible. Some huddled into balls, clinging tightly to one another as if they wanted to melt the other person entirely into their own bodies.
Those better off were warming themselves beside roadside fires, tossing anything combustible into iron barrels. Among the fuel were expensive-looking paintings and precious construction materials.
But now, they were merely firewood.
When the roar of the heavy truck arrived, nearly everyone stood up expectantly. But upon realizing it was the Corpse Collector's truck, they sat back down in disappointment and continued warming themselves.
"What are they waiting for?"
"Relief," the Corpse Collector replied flatly. "Charities occasionally come by to provide aid. If they're lucky, they can get