Emergency Typhoon Warning, Danger Level: High

East City, 12th Block, the ecological zone west of Red Bank Park.

Yu Yuan watched the sheep huddled together nearby and dared not make a sound.

The flock had not been hard to find. He had heard them bleating as soon as he reached the ecological zone.

But the place was unusually remote, and the park had no supplies, so few people came here.

The sheep had stayed for an entire day without anyone noticing.

How to catch one was what troubled Yu Yuan most.

With no one to maintain it, the ecological zone had long since fallen into disrepair. All its plants had withered.

Even so, the sheep still treated them as a feast.

Otherwise, they would not have stayed. At least the plants beneath the glass roof, though yellowed, had been spared the acid rain.

Looking at those yellowed plants, Yu Yuan soon had an idea.

Several new trade listings appeared on Taotao Cave.

1 cigarette for 3 kilograms of fresh grass × 10 listings

Players still awake searching for supplies, along with those who had just gotten up to use the bathroom, all received a notification about the new listings on Taotao Cave.

"Hm? What's been listed? Guns, cigarettes, or tools?"

"Who's listing things this late? And it's something I set an alert for."

"Who's pulling another all-nighter? Did they find liver supplements?"

But when the players saw the trade offer, some of them woke right up.

"Three kilograms of grass? Grass?" A player on the prairie rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Once he was sure he had read it correctly, he grabbed his sickle and ran outside, grinning for fear he might be too slow.

The prairie might lack everything else, but it had plenty of grass. Three kilograms for a cigarette? That was practically free.

It took all of one minute.

Soon, someone completed a trade.

Cigarettes in hand, the traders broke into delighted smiles.

Some lit theirs at once, their faces easing with pleasure.

Others carefully breathed in the tobacco scent, savoring it again and again.

Of course, some did not smoke. One player immediately listed his cigarette for 80 Survival Points.

It sold the instant it went up.

He regretted it at once.

"Damn it! I should've asked for more!"

Yu Yuan paid none of that any mind. He had obtained thirty kilograms of grass in total, and he tossed six or seven kilograms toward the flock.

The sheep woke with a start and were about to flee, but the scent of fresh grass in the air stopped them in their tracks.

The grass still carried the early-morning dew. It smelled sweet and fresh.

To sheep that had nearly forgotten the taste of grass, the temptation was irresistible.

One sheep, then two...

Under Yu Yuan's gaze, all eight Kerry Hill Sheep gave in. They crowded around the grass and began chewing in great mouthfuls.

The more they ate, the more eagerly they fed.

Crunch, crunch...

The crisp sound of chewing rang out through the quiet of Red Bank Park.

Six or seven kilograms of grass did not last long between eight sheep. Soon, it was all gone.

But the scent still hung thick in the air. Following it, the flock looked toward the grass... at Yu Yuan's feet.

One by one, they came over and resumed eating in great mouthfuls. They were not afraid of Yu Yuan at all; they seemed used to people.

Yu Yuan was speechless. He had forgotten.

These sheep had escaped from the zoo. Why would they be afraid of humans?

He took the opportunity to switch on his flashlight and quickly pick a target.

Then, before the sheep could react, he pulled out a rope, knocked his chosen Kerry Hill Sheep over, and tied its hooves together.

He hoisted it onto his shoulders and ran toward the sewer.

"Little guys, once I've built a refrigerator, I'll come back for you. Don't wander too far!"

Baa... baa...

Yu Yuan had been staring into the Kerry Hill Sheep's eyes for ten minutes.

The sheep looked a little like a giant panda. In the end, he lost his nerve.

Resigned, he tossed the grass he had just traded for at the sheep's feet and dropped heavily into his office chair. "I can't do it! I really can't! All I can think about is lamb skewers, grilled lamb chops, lamb offal noodles. I want some so badly! Desire... desire... Damn it, why can't it mean hunger? Why does it have to mean lust?!"

It was almost six in the morning. Though utterly exhausted, the threat of the Lust Card left him unable to sleep.

He lit a cigarette to ease his fatigue, and his frantic thoughts gradually settled.

"There's still a day left. I still have a chance. If I try hard enough today, maybe I'll find another woman. Right, Monkey mentioned a woman, didn't he? Should I look for her?"

The clock crept toward six.

He received another 140 Survival Points, and today's newspaper appeared on the Worn Newspaper Rack. Unfortunately, no additional intelligence item appeared with it.

He stubbed out his cigarette and pushed his tangled thoughts aside.

"Let's see what today's news says."

He opened the paper. His eyes went straight to the bronze-colored story in the middle of the page, and his groggy mind snapped awake.

A Bronze Quality news story.

But the instant he read the headline, his excitement gave way to shock.

The smile had not even reached his eyes before a chill crawled up his spine.

**Emergency Typhoon Warning**

Quality: Bronze

Danger Level: High

The meteorological department has issued an [Orange] warning: Typhoon [Bu Qiuxing] is approaching, and Green Forest City has activated its weather alert.

Latest update: According to the Green Forest City Fate Weather Station, this year's first typhoon, [Bu Qiuxing], formed over the Shattered Waves Sea at 04:18 today. Its maximum winds have reached force 11 or higher (28.5–32.6 meters per second).

Typhoon size: Small (300 km in diameter)

Movement speed: Fast

It is expected to make landfall in Green Forest City at 3:48 a.m. tomorrow and last for two to three days.

Peak winds are expected to reach force 13. Torrential rain will begin in Green Forest City around midnight, with thunderstorms and strong winds in some areas.

Beware of storm surges and seawater flooding inland. Residents in low-lying areas should move to higher floors.

Please limit outdoor work...

[Local News]

Quality: Rock

Danger Level: Medium

Artificer Marciel, who lives at No. 7 Canchino Avenue in East City's 11th Block, has been troubled lately. Her research has reached a critical stage, but her survival resources will last less than a week. She urgently needs supplies to sustain both herself and her work.

She is currently sealed inside her laboratory, busy with the final stage of her research. She will not leave to search for supplies for another two days. (Do not enter without permission. The laboratory is full of mechanical traps and extremely dangerous.)

"Oh, heavens! If a kind soul would fund my research, that would be perfect! Unfortunately, this world has become a Wasteland! Why hasn't Fedmon brought me any supplies yet...?" — Marsil

"Danger Level: High!" Yu Yuan swallowed hard, unable to calm down.

An Orange Typhoon warning. Landfall at 3:48 a.m. tomorrow. Winds reaching force 13.

Yu Yuan had lived through a typhoon before. He had been visiting his grandmother as a child, and it was the first time he had seen how terrifying one could be.

Could you imagine a whole house being swept away, leaving nothing but its foundation and a few broken walls?

Yu Yuan could.

That typhoon had left a lasting mark on him.

And now, a typhoon of this strength was due to make landfall in Green Forest City in...

—Countdown: [21 hours, 44 minutes, 35 seconds]