Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 183

Buzz—

The man standing beside Wang Jian paused and turned his head toward the dark sky. "Wait, I hear something. It sounds like insect wings... You know, like those mosquitoes buzzing in our ears."

Apart from the ants, the base hadn't encountered any insect-type monsters. But the ants didn't have anyone who could fly. Yet, that didn't stop the man from imagining things.

Yu Baoyin climbed out of bed. She needed to use the toilet, but when she tried, she discovered the one in the room was clogged.

When they were first brought here, she'd noticed a toilet on the second floor. Yawning, she decided to go out and use that one.

Lin Weihao and Nanzhi were in the neighboring room, while Hei Qian and Bingwen slept soundly. They had been exhausted from repairing the communication device and were deep in slumber.

As for Feng Ran, he was sprawled on the couch, having worn himself out from meditating the night before.

Yu Baoyin glanced at his unguarded face and grinned. She couldn't resist. This guy was always scheming to steal her Sister Nan away.

"Hi hi hi."

It was around 4:30 in the morning, and the only light illuminating her way was the flashlight in her hand.

On the second floor, Lao Gong had left Wang Jian's room to wake the kitchen ladies. Every time Wang Jian was on duty, Lao Gong would take care of his daughter.

During the ant tide and the mysterious fever, most of the casualties had been children and the elderly. Lao Gong had developed a soft spot for children. Whenever he had extra food, he would share it with the little girl.

He had made it his responsibility to care for Wang Jian's child, and over time, the girl had come to call him "Uncle."

After making sure the little girl was asleep, he left, intending to return soon.

The weekly dungeon in the game was both a land of opportunity and danger. It was a place where one could obtain rare gears and magical items.

But it wasn't easy to get the loot because, much like the resource dungeon, her avatar couldn't use abilities in this space.

[You've entered the First Floor of the Nine-Tiered Refining Pagoda]

[This dungeon is designed to hone your physique. Your ability—Telekinesis—is restricted.]

[Weapons from the outside are banned. You can only use those found inside the dungeon.]

Figures.

She sighed.

The sun blazed brightly above, its golden rays shimmering off the murky water below. Debris floated, and the tops of lifeless trees poked through the surface.

Nanzhi found herself in an inflatable boat, gently bobbing with the slow ripples. In her hand was a metal paddle, its surface scratched and slightly rusted. Her attire consisted of a diving suit, very similar to one she owned.

Dipping the paddle into the water, she pushed forward, the soft splashing breaking the eerie silence.

As she navigated through the debris, she spotted a bed, pulling the metal frame off but finding no suitable weapons.

In the distance, a familiar hotel loomed—its thirteen upper floors above the water while the lower floors were entirely submerged. The shattered windows gaped like empty sockets.

Nanzhi glanced around, and a sudden feeling of déjà vu washed over her.

As she approached the half-submerged hotel, she noticed a faded sign swinging in the breeze on the upper floors: Furong Ranch and Orchard Tourist Hotel.

No wonder it felt so familiar.

A bad feeling settled in her stomach.