Mr. Death in the Steam World

Chapter 149 Top and Bottom of the List

The Akashic Records show that the flow of time is dozens of times faster than the outside world.

Only a few hours had passed in the main hall outside, but more than half a month had passed in the recorded Winter City.

The rescue operation at the front lines is gradually coming to an end.

Most of the residents who could be rescued have been rescued. Those who couldn't be rescued were either in locations that were too remote to be found, or they had already succumbed to the blizzards of the past few days.

The number of rescuers under Hank, Michelle, Frank, and others is gradually reaching saturation.

As they vie for the last few scattered residents, the conflict between them intensifies.

Meanwhile, in the far northern wilderness, Moen's safe zone is quietly growing.

More and more students and scattered residents were found and brought back by Moen. The hunting team, construction team, and logistics team each performed their duties, and Chloe was in charge of the weather forecast.

"There will be a blizzard tomorrow."

The snow will stop the day after tomorrow morning.

"The wind is stronger to the east than to the west, don't go that way."

Despite her unerring predictions, the rescued residents still kept their distance from Chloe.

She is so special.

He looks like just an eleven or twelve-year-old child, yet he can live peacefully in this wasteland where even adult hunters struggle to survive.

But gradually, the residents discovered that Chloe was not difficult to get along with.

After all, this icy girl never caused trouble for anyone; on the contrary, she helped everyone solve a lot of problems.

Moreover, she possesses magical snow powers, shielding them from wind and snow like the Frost Lady in mythology.

Unlike the adults, the children were close to Chloe from the very beginning.

Several children who had fled to the camp with their parents soon began to fawn over her.

"Chloe, why is your hair blue?"

"Chloe, your eyes are so beautiful!"

"Sister Chloe, do you know how to build a snowman? Can you teach me?"

Although Chloe was somewhat overwhelmed by the noise of the children, she never showed any impatience.

During this time, Chloe changed little by little, and she started to smile more often.

As the camp grew day by day, life gradually became more structured.

Every morning, Moen leads his hunting party out to search for supplies.

With the guidance of the wind and snow and the assistance of the "Eye of Death," the prey has nowhere to hide on the snowfield.

After more than ten days of accumulation, food was no longer a problem, and the residents calmed down from their initial fear and anxiety.

Some people took the initiative to ask Allen for advice on how to reinforce the igloo, while others learned from the logistics team how to sew warmer clothing from animal hides.

Without exception, everyone worked together to build the safe zone.

Two weeks later, the safe zone had taken shape.

The originally solitary igloo has been expanded into a small camp for dozens of people.

In the center is Chloe's main igloo, which has been expanded and reinforced. It is now used to store food and supplies, and also as a shelter for the elderly, women, and children.

Scattered around are a dozen or so igloos of varying sizes; some are used for living, some for storage, and there is also a shed specifically for handling game.

Outside the camp, the Monk residents built a low wall using ice blocks.

The wall is not high, just enough to block the strong winds from the ground, but sufficient to provide a relatively quiet space inside the camp.

There are basic windproof runes engraved on the wall at intervals.

That was something Moen learned from "An Introduction to Ancient Inscriptions," and a dozen of them lined up in a row had a rather impressive effect.

Looking at the thriving camp, Moen felt a surge of pride.

The people he rescued went from trembling and looking blankly into actively participating in the construction.

He noticed the changes in everyone.

He never forced anyone to stay; this was a place they chose to stay on their own initiative.

However, the thought of what was happening in the northwest always made him feel uneasy.

He noticed that Chloe would occasionally glance quietly in the northwest direction.

He repeatedly peered through the "Eye of Death" but could no longer find that point of light.

The only good news is that whatever happens in the northwest direction has not yet had any impact on the safe zone.

However, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but these past few days, everyone seems to be eating more and more.

Time passed day by day amidst the wind and snow.

The number of people in the camp gradually increased to more than eighty.

In addition to the students and scattered residents who were initially assigned to remote areas, there were also some people who fled from even further away.

Some of them were caravans stranded on the road by the snowstorm, some were hunter families whose homes had been destroyed by the blizzard, and a few were refugees who had escaped from the outskirts of Winterfell.

On the first day of everyone's arrival at the camp, Moen would personally greet them.

Everyone who comes to the camp can feel the warmth here.

In the evening, residents would sit around the fireplace, chatting and warming themselves by the fire.

Children rolled around on the haystacks, adults chatted quietly about everyday matters, and occasionally someone would hum an old folk song from the far north.

The song was deep and lingering, echoing in the igloo.

Chloe always sat in the corner closest to the fireplace, hugging her knees, listening quietly.

Xue didn't tell her the meaning of the lyrics, but the melody made her feel at ease.

Moen squatted by the fireplace and added another piece of jerky to it.

Flames licked the jerky, and grease dripped onto the ice, sizzling as it fell.

The delicious barbecue made him lose himself in the moment.

So many days have passed, and there has been no unusual activity in the northwest direction.

Even if there is something hidden there, it has nothing to do with these students experiencing history.

"Hey, Mr. Marcus."

Hearing someone call his name, Moen finally came to his senses.

"When will this snowstorm stop?"

Moen thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"have no idea."

"And you're still so calm?" the man laughed. "Aren't you afraid the snowstorm will keep going and we'll be trapped here?"

Moen was silent for a moment, then said something that surprised everyone present.

"If we can't get out, then we can't get out."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every face around the fireplace.

"Isn't this place nice? There's food, shelter, and a fire to grill."

"The wind and snow won't come in, the prey will come to us, and there will even be someone to help take care of the children."

"I think it's great."

Several residents were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter in unison.

"You're right," the old hunter grinned. "This place is much better than where we used to live."

"That's right," an older woman chimed in. "Back in our old house, the wind would blow the roof off so fast it was terrifying. We lived in constant fear."

"Now it's much better. We can sit by the fire every day, chat, and live a more comfortable life than before."

Laughter echoed in the igloo, and the warmth dispelled the chill outside the window.

Chloe turned her head, her gaze passing through the crowd and landing on Moen.

His arrival that day was like a shooting star.

He brought about so many changes, transforming her empty and blank world in just twenty-two days.

However, she didn't dislike this change.

She had to thank Xuehua for all of this; it was Xuehua who told her that Moen was a good person.

"Snowflake, snowflake, thank you."

but..

Clara looked northwest, slightly worried.

Snowflakes told her that something dangerous was awakening there, and its aura was growing stronger.

To avoid adding to Moen's already heavy burden, she hadn't told her the answer even when Moen asked her before.

However, he seemed to realize it himself; Moen was really amazing.

The innocent young girl clasped her hands together and prayed quietly.

May whatever lies hidden in the northwest not disturb her peaceful life.

At this very moment, on the screens outside, the students' scores are being projected.

Moen topped the list with a total score of 87 points and 105 points, followed by Allen and others.

Langdon Clive, on the other hand, slipped to the bottom of the list with a total score of 209-178, with only a few of his players barely keeping him afloat.