Chapter 49: The Continuation of Extreme Heat

"Sigh..." The bald man set down his and Tony's bowls at the doorway. 

Eating a little had somewhat restored his strength, but it also made him sweat profusely. 

"Stop sighing all the time, save some energy," Tony turned over, avoiding looking at the bald man. 

He seemed like he wanted to sleep, speaking in a faint, barely audible voice. "Your constant sighing is making me feel worse."

"What mood to speak of?" the bald man's voice involuntarily rose a bit: "How can anyone be in a good mood living like this?" 

"Forget it, there's no reasoning with someone like you," the bald man left the room irritably.

This was a luxury complex with spacious rooms. In addition to the two men, there was also a woman living in one of the secondary bedrooms. 

The remaining group of seventeen, comprising fifteen men and two women, were housed in room 601 on the sixth floor, each occupying a room. 

The apartment had one master bedroom and two secondary bedrooms. The bald man didn't like being alone, which is why he had sought company in Tony's room.

Now, having regained some energy, he planned to chat with the woman. 

"Save some energy," Tony's voice was still lifeless: "We should be thankful for this thin soup. Soon, we might not even have this to drink." 

"Just lie here and wait to die then!" the bald man left, cursing under his breath. 

Tony didn't pay much attention; he knew that people like the bald man who failed to understand the situation would eventually regret it. 

Moving around only exhausted their energy; it was better to lie in bed and wait for an opportunity, conserving energy.

...........

"Those people upstairs are eating pretty well," Alfred commented after hearing the soldiers' report. He smiled: "Impressive, eating crawfish in this weather."

"Damn, they must have some secret," his companion cursed while sipping thin soup. "Makes me hungry again."

"Eating crawfish in this hot weather," another soldier said, "Aren't they afraid of overheating themselves to death?"

"Maybe they really aren't afraid," Alfred said indifferently. "They have the means to enjoy good food. What's the use of being envious?"

"I am envious," his companion admitted gloomily. "I haven't had meat in a long time."

"Just wait. Once the disaster-resistant food is developed, our meals will improve," Alfred said.

In reality, Alfred's words were meaningless. 

Setting aside the wait for the development of disaster-resistant food, even if it was developed, it still needs to be cultivated and planted, which could take a long time.

However, saying this was indeed very useful. Without such hope, people wouldn't be willing to work now.

"More disaster victims are scheduled for relocation here next week," Alfred continued. "They might be showing off by eating crawfish on the first day of their arrival."

"That's despicable," the other soldier shook his head. "I don't believe they have much more of such food. They're comfortable now, but I doubt it will last."

David, however, continued to enjoy his comfort. 

The first day, he had crawfish for lunch and barbecue for dinner. 

The next day, hotpot for lunch and a Michelin meal for dinner, including crispy band fish, yellowfish, fish maw, foie gras, and beef cubes. 

The third day, steak for lunch and Japanese cuisine for dinner. 

The fourth day, char siu rice for lunch and a simple pig trotter rice for dinner. 

On the fifth day, he used one of his hundred wedding banquet menus, too much to finish in one day.

His breakfasts were simple but still unattainable for others – a cup of latte made with half coffee, half milk. 

Over four days, his check-ins included food-related rewards, a PS5 console, and a room expansion. 

His room expanded from 450 to 550 square meters. He considered expanding upwards to create a two-story villa.

Charles came to visit him today, bringing his troubles. 

The extreme heat had stabilized around 65 degrees Celsius, slightly cooler at night at around 55 degrees. 

People had adapted to the climate, but it was still more unbearable than the cold. 

The previously melted hail 'rivers' had now completely evaporated, leaving the streets filled with decaying corpses and unspeakable stench.

People in protective clothing were slowly clearing the bodies, working mostly at night due to the heat. 

The streets were still full of bodies, though fewer than before. 

The earth cracked under the scorching sun, with daily explosions possibly caused by machines self-igniting and then exploding.

David couldn't bear to look at the outside world, so he had his room simulate a different environment. 

Immersed in this world, he played games on his new PS5 after exercising, almost forgetting the outside world.

And today, Charles came to see him.