Chapter 471: Onward to the Marshmallows

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Onward to the Marshmallows

A Guard attempted to intercept them.

Although Dexter Luther knew the Guard was just following procedure, he still shot him a fierce glare.

Gritting his teeth, he supported Matthew Dawson and charged out the gate.

A wave of heat rushed over them, as if countless scorching hands were tearing at their skin.

But not one of the three stopped.

Dexter Luther and the others hadn’t expected the extreme temperature disaster to be so vicious from the very beginning.

"It’s so hot! We need to hurry."

...

「On the surface, in the breeding zone.」

Seraphina Sullivan had no idea that two separate groups were rushing toward her.

She was sitting leisurely on a folding chair at the entrance of her RV.

In her hand was a long, thin wooden stick, which she was slowly rotating over a fire.

At the tip of the stick, a fluffy, soft white mass was slowly turning as the Flame licked at it, its edges turning a tempting golden-brown.

"Is it ready yet? Is it ready?"

Flora Sullivan was squatting beside her, her eyes glued to the marshmallow taking shape.

She was practically drooling.

"What’s the rush? Good things take time to roast."

Seraphina Sullivan said unhurriedly, giving the stick another turn.

Overhead, the Weather Cloud was still dutifully making it snow.

Fine snowflakes fell on the surrounding Four Seasons Deer and the roof of the RV.

Around the RV, a dozen or so Four Seasons Deer were lying down contentedly, some already dozing off.

In the distance, the siblings Frederick and Autumn Fuller were nowhere to be seen, having presumably hidden in the underground area.

The extreme temperature disaster enveloped the entire base.

But this small area seemed to have had the pause button pressed, so peaceful it was almost surreal.

"Sister, what do you think is happening with Dexter Luther and the others?" Flora suddenly asked.

Seraphina’s hands paused for a fraction of a second.

"They should be fine. Even if Dexter Luther’s Ability isn’t strong enough to defeat enemies, it’s more than enough for self-preservation."

She said, resuming the turning of the stick.

"The flow of time in the instance is different from reality. Sometimes you think a lot of time has passed, but only a few hours have gone by outside."

"Oh." Flora nodded, then stared eagerly at the marshmallow again. "So, can I eat it now?"

"Wait a little longer."

The marshmallow slowly spun over the flame, releasing a sweet fragrance.

The marshmallow was finally ready.

Flora took the stick and impatiently took a big bite.

The fluffy spun sugar melted on her tongue, and the sweetness exploded in her mouth.

She squinted, her little face taking on an expression of pure, bubbly bliss that only appeared when she ate something incredibly delicious.

"Mmm—! Delicious!"

She exclaimed indistinctly, her mouth stuffed full, not forgetting to take another bite.

Watching her greedy-cat expression, Seraphina couldn’t help but smile.

She picked up a roasted marshmallow for herself and took a gentle bite.

Sweet.

So sweet.

’This is the reason I fight so hard in the instances, struggle on the brink of life and death, and never dare to relax for even a moment.’

’It’s not to save the world, not for some grand cause.’

’It’s just so that I and the people around me can still have a bite to eat in this shitty apocalypse.’

’To hoard supplies and make life good.’

’That’s all.’

"If you like it, have some more," she said. "There’s plenty more in my Space."

"Someone’s coming."

Sean Chandler’s voice rang out calmly.

He had also taken a marshmallow, and after biting into it with a deadpan expression, he gazed into the distance.

Seraphina followed his gaze.

Through the RV window, she could see.

On the heat-warped horizon, a figure was struggling to move toward them.

He was moving quickly, his steps somewhat unsteady, but his objective was clear.

He was heading straight for her RV.

"Ah, it’s him."

Seraphina recognized the newcomer’s silhouette—Paul Payne, the young man who was willing to sell her his life for the sake of revenge.

"Looks like he’s gathered information on Connor Webb."

Seraphina put down her marshmallow and stood up, her eyes glinting slightly. "He’s faster than I expected."

She turned, went inside the RV, and took out a small object wrapped in a soft cloth from her Space.

Unwrapping the cloth revealed a translucent candy. Inside, what looked like tiny bolts of lightning and wisps of black mist flickered continuously.

[Flash Candy].

This was the "Talent Candy" she had created in the Divine Kingdom of Sweet Dreams by refining that disgusting "Nightmare God’s Favored," Dex. Eating it would grant the [Blast Flash] Talent.

Seraphina had long since devised a plan to deal with Connor Webb.

A piece of trash like him, who relied on "Harem Replacement" to survive, obviously couldn’t be dealt with in a single kill.

As long as he had his Harem, he could make the women die in his place.

Therefore, she had to wear him down.

Although Seraphina pitied the women under his Control,

if there was no other way, she would have to eliminate them all.

And while [Blast Flash] caused the user’s body to stiffen upon activation, if timed correctly and combined with her other Abilities, it would be enough to make Connor Webb drop all his defenses in that one instant.

As for the high-ranking member of The Resource Faction backing Connor Webb...

A slight smile touched Seraphina’s lips.

’I never let anyone who dares to target me live.’

’No matter who they are.’

...

Outside the RV, Paul Payne moved step by step, enduring temperatures high enough to cook a person.

The heat waves were like invisible giant hands, repeatedly trying to push him down.

Sweat evaporated the moment it formed, his skin stung, and every breath was scalding. Each step felt like walking through hell.

But he didn’t stop.

When he looked up and saw, in the distance, the strange dark cloud floating above the RV and continuously dropping snow, he froze completely.

’Snow... during an extreme temperature disaster?’

He stopped and stared blankly at the small oasis shrouded in snowflakes, at the herd of giant green deer lying contentedly around the RV, and at the vehicle itself, which still exuded a cool Aura amidst the heatwave.

"Truly... peculiar."

He murmured, the light in his eyes growing even more resolute.

’Anyone who can live so comfortably in this environment is definitely capable.’

’Coming to find her was the right choice.’

He gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, heading toward the snow-covered area.

...

「At the RV’s entrance.」

Paul Payne had just raised his hand, not yet having a chance to knock on the exceptionally sturdy-looking door—

The door opened.

A wave of cool air washed over him, instantly alleviating most of the scorching heat from his body.

It felt like falling into a cool spring after trekking through the desert for three days and three nights.

Paul Payne froze, his hand still raised in mid-air.

"What are you spacing out for? Get in here," said the girl standing at the door.

He remembered her name was Flora Sullivan.

Flora said irritably, "You’re letting all the hot air in!"

Paul Payne finally snapped out of it and quickly stepped into the RV.

The door closed behind him, shutting out the insane world outside.

The inside of the RV was even more spacious than it looked from the outside, and the temperature was cool and pleasant.

A faint, sweet fragrance even permeated the air.

Paul Payne couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling as if he had come back to life.

Seraphina Sullivan was leaning against a seat inside, still holding a half-eaten marshmallow. She looked up at him. "Have a seat. You definitely didn’t run all the way up here in this heat just to chat."