Water Shutdown

Upon confirming all of this, Simon unexpectedly found himself much calmer than he had imagined.

Looking at the swollen and hideously ugly female corpse lying in front of him, he felt a sense of enlightenment.

The world had become completely different now, not only with devastating floods capable of submerging entire cities, but also the possibility of corpse mutations, perhaps linked to this mysterious "Source of Spirit."

"Everything has changed. Is this still the world I knew before? Now, I can no longer explain everything happening before my eyes with conventional reasoning."

"I wonder if this corpse mutation is just an isolated incident or if all bodies will undergo such changes. If all bodies are susceptible to mutation, then this city will become extremely dangerous. I don't know how many people were drowned in this flood, but this city... is home to millions of people..."

As Simon thought about this number, he shuddered, feeling a chilling sensation.

He had no idea how many of the millions of residents in this large city had escaped alive and how many had been drowned and turned into corpses.

"This place seems highly unsafe. I must find a rescue team soon." Simon, carrying a hammer and a cleaver, glanced once more at the female corpse lying on the ground. He felt fortunate that despite her strength, her movements were stiff, otherwise the consequences could have been unimaginable.

Simon realized the situation was even more dreadful than he had imagined. Quickly returning home, he secured the anti-theft door and entered the bathroom with his cleaver and hammer. He examined the wound on his forehead in the mirror. The injury appeared slightly swollen, but thankfully it was just a superficial cut, not severe. There was a faint cooling sensation at the wound, and in a short time, the cut had begun to close up surprisingly fast.

Carefully wiping away the fresh blood that had almost solidified on his face with a towel, Simon cleaned his cleaver and hammer. However, he noticed that the water from the faucet was gradually diminishing until only drops were trickling down.

"It's really a water shutdown," Simon sighed. It wasn't entirely unexpected. Luckily, he had boiled plenty of water beforehand, filling several bottles and two basins with water. For now, he didn't need to worry about running out of water.

As for the outside world, although it was entirely submerged in water, no one knew if it was clean or contaminated with parasites and pathogens. Simon dared not use it.

Carrying his cleaned knife and hammer, Simon walked out with the bundle of blankets and clothes.

On the rooftop, Simon laid the blankets on the ground and surveyed the surroundings. With unobstructed vision, he could see the vast expanse of water stretching out like an ocean, without any visible boundaries. It seemed as if the entire world had turned into a watery realm.

"Only a terrifying flood of this magnitude could cause such consequences," Simon muttered, tightening his grip on his hands.

Gazing into the distance at another submerged skyscraper closest to him, also thirty stories high and about fifty meters away, Simon wondered if there were survivors there like himself.

"Regardless, I must find a way to go and see," Simon thought quietly.

He then ignited the blankets, creating a thick fog. Watching the fog rise, Simon hoped that if there were survivors in that building, they would notice the billowing mist and perhaps react.

Unfortunately, after waiting for half an hour, he saw no signs of life or any response from the building. Eventually, he had to abandon his vigil and return down the stairs.

As Simon descended to the thirtieth floor and casually glanced around, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, halting him in his tracks.

The staircase leading to the twenty-ninth floor was completely submerged, and the water level was on the verge of flooding the thirtieth floor.

"I distinctly remember that when I first came here, the water level was about four to five centimeters below this floor. How could it be about to flood the floor now? In such a short time, the water level has risen several centimeters again. Is it still rising?"

This discovery sent shivers down Simon's spine. It meant that the thirtieth floor where he currently resided was not safe. The water level could change at any moment, potentially submerging the entire floor.

This realization filled him with urgency.

"No, I must quickly construct a raft. Who knows what changes will come next."

Feeling the urgency of the situation, Simon wasted no time. He hurried back along the corridor in three quick steps, then set to work immediately on crafting a raft.

Besides the door to his bedroom, he dismantled the other two wooden doors in his home. He decided to lash these two doors together to fashion a makeshift raft.

He calculated that these two doors should be able to support his weight without sinking in the water.

He recalled from his childhood in the countryside that people could float on water by standing on a wooden door while wielding a bamboo pole. He decided to merge the two wooden doors together, believing it could work.

Next, he lifted the mattress and dismantled the wooden boards underneath piece by piece. Placing these boards horizontally on top of the two doors, he secured them with iron nails. Thus, a makeshift raft was completed.

Without any ropes at home, he found bed sheets and covers, cutting them with scissors into long strips and then weaving these strips into ropes.

By the end of the day, he had woven several long ropes, anchoring one of them firmly to the raft and keeping the others as spares.

After finishing his tasks, dusk fell. Simon ate two pieces of bread to satisfy his hunger and walked to the balcony window.

He needed to ensure all the windows were securely closed. The appearance during the day of that moving and attacking female corpse had made him feel unsafe here as night approached.

As he reached the balcony, he suddenly noticed a corpse floating outside the balcony window in the water. The body faced downward, so he could only see its back floating in the water just one or two meters away from his balcony window.

Simon was startled, his complexion immediately turning grim. He distinctly remembered not seeing this corpse during the day. Where had it come from now?

"Damn it, could this corpse also be undergoing a transformation?" Simon stared at the floating corpse so close to the window, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed a clothes drying pole, opened a window, and extended the pole towards the floating corpse, intending to push it far away.

Just as his pole made contact with the corpse and he was about to push it away, the corpse's head suddenly jerked upwards.