“I worked hard to collect those! I haven’t even f
is unclear? What if the sun comes out tomorrow? Fifty–degree heat! That water will be life–saving!”
Her words were like cold water splashed into a hot oil pan.
“Chloe, are you still thinking about your registration at a time like this! Still thinking about high temperatures tomorrow? Does this
to stop?”
rain look like it’s goin
“You hoarded so many resources in your own space, aren’t you just trying to hold us hostage?”
“Vice President, say something!”
The group chat erupted into chaos, full of accusations and dissatisfaction directed at Chloe.
Finn, overwhelmed trying to mediate, seemed to suddenly have an idea and @-ed me.
“@Iris, aren’t you in a high–rise? It must be safe! Quick, tell us your address, I’ll teleport the people from the island over there to take shelter!”
This move, however, triggered Chloe again.
“Vice President, why are you always thinking of being with Iris! Do you like her?!”
“I forbid it! Anyone who dares to go find her, I’ll never give them resources!”
Finn said helplessly: “Chloe, stop messing around, lives are at stake!”
“Who’s messing around? Don’t people need my space? Whoever swears not to go suck up to Iris, I’ll let them into my space for shelter!”
With Chloe’s interference, I, who had just regained some attention, was once again forgotten by everyone. They went back to begging her for resources.
She was once again the center of attention.
I put down my phone and walked to a corner of the living room, where several unassuming cardboard boxes were stacked.
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upening one, inside were neaty arranged power banks, lapwops, and tablets, their indicator lights snowing full charge.
Another box held several thick physical books, a few board games, and even a small projector.
These were the supplies I had quickly gathered in the few minutes when the system announced the rules, and everyone else was busy snatching cash bonuses and mocking me–some of the most useless items in a high–temperature apocalypse, but essential for maintaining sanity in a confined environment, “non–survival necessities.”
I picked up a fully charged power bank, plugged it into my phone, and watched the heated arguments in the group chat.
Day three, precipitation doubled again.
If yesterday’s downpour was somewhat normal, today was a hurricane–level storm.
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Rain was no longer individual drops but heavy sheets of water, driven by gale–force winds, smashing against the ground.
In just one morning, the water level had already risen past the first floor.
I no longer needed to go out onto the balcony to absorb energy. I just stayed in bed, checking my phone as usual.
The class group chat was dead silent.
Yesterday’s arguments had long been replaced by panic and despair.
Only sporadic messages popped up.
“Water’s coming in! Can’t stop it, help me!”
“It’s over… the camp’s completely flooded…”
“The air–raid shelter’s door is leaking! Freezing to death… What kind of apocalypse is this?!”
“Tsunami! Find the highest point, quick!”
“@Finn Vice President! Vice President, help! Teleport over here and take us! Anywhere! Please!”
Finn only replied with an ellipsis.
His teleportation ability consumed a lot of energy each time, but there were no safe locations now, Each teleportation to save someone came with immense risk; he could barely save himself.
Chloe’s message suddenly popped up, carrying an almost obsessive stubbornness.
“Why is everyone panicking! Calm down!”
“After heavy rain, there’s bound to be high temperatures! It’s a pattern! Soon it’ll be 50 degrees Celsius or more! How can you be my knights, how can you protect me, if you’re all panicking like this? Snap out of it!”
Even her minions couldn’t stomach it anymore. They laughed, exasperated.
“Chloe! What the hell, wake up! High temperatures? Knights? The sky’s practically falling outside!”
“Still acting like a princess at a time like this, are you out of your mind?”
“Where are your resources? Get them out! Everyone’s freezing and starving to death!”
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“Where are your resources? Get them out! Everyone’s freezing and starving to death!”
“My resources are what I collected by my own skill! Why should I give them to you losers? Just wait till the high temperatures come, then you’ll know…”
Her sharp rebuttal abruptly stopped.
At the top of everyone’s phone screens, an undeniable system prompt simultaneously appeared.
**[All mute statuses in the group have been lifted.]**
**[Administrator ‘Chloe’s‘ privileges have been revoked.]**
**[Administrator ‘Finn’s‘ privileges have been revoked.]**
**[Administrator ‘Mike’s‘ privileges have been revoked.]**
A series of administrator privilege revocations, then one final message appeared.
**[Group name has been reset from ‘High–Temperature Apocalypse‘ to ‘Heavy Rain Apocalypse‘.]**
