I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

A person who kills a saint in chaotic times should not live.

Qian Mengxun felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing Wang Wei's words.

She didn't know who Wang Wei was referring to, but she had no doubt about the truth of his words.

Just then, a low rumble came from outside the window.

Under the cover of night, a row of armored vehicles slowly drove into the residential area, braving the swirling snow.

The headlights cut through the snow in several dim yellow beams, and the tracks crunched as they rolled over the snow.

The armored vehicles came to a stop one by one in front of the residential building, and the rear hatches opened simultaneously.

Teams of people in uniforms jumped down, carrying supply boxes bearing the Alliance logo, and quickly walked into the building.

After several quiet days, the neighborhood has finally come back to life.

"Official supplies have arrived!"

"Very good!"

"We're rescued!"

"Wasn't it said that it would be distributed in three days?"

"Who cares, as long as there's food to eat!"

"........."

Soon, scattered sounds of surprise and delight rose from downstairs.

Some people wrapped themselves in blankets and rushed to the window to look out, some simply ran downstairs, and some even stood in the snow and cried their hearts out.

Several residents surrounded the delivery person, pointing at Building 1 and chattering amongst themselves.

"Screams could be heard coming from that building during the day."

"I heard it too, the noise was like someone was being murdered..."

"Could something have happened?"

The deliverymen exchanged a glance.

One of them took a half step back, took out a walkie-talkie, and whispered a few words.

A moment later, the door of an armored vehicle opened.

A middle-aged man stepped down—Dewey!

He looked up at Building No. 1, then stepped through the snow and went inside alone.

In the living room, Qian Mengxun stood by the window, looking downstairs.

"We have guests." Wang Wei's voice came from behind. "Go open the door."

Qian Mengxun nodded and turned to walk towards the door.

She had just stood at the door when there was a knock.

Boom, boom, boom.

Three sounds, neither hurried nor slow.

Qian Mengxun opened the door.

Dewey was visibly taken aback when he saw her.

According to the information he had, Wang Wei should be living alone.

But this woman in front of me...

His senses had barely been activated when his expression changed drastically.

The power fluctuations emanating from this woman were actually on par with his!

S-rank Awakened!

Currently, the highest combat power in the alliance is S-class.

"You are..." Dewey asked in shock, his gaze lingering on Qian Mengxun's face.

"Qian Mengxun," she replied softly, stepping aside to make way for him. "Master is waiting for you inside."

Owner?

Dewey's pupils contracted sharply.

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

An S-rank Awakened One addresses another person as "master"?

Dewey suppressed the turmoil surging within him and stepped into the room.

In the living room, a young man stood by the window.

Dewey perceived it carefully.

There was nothing there.

There was no trace of supernatural power emanating from this man.

But this made Dewey feel a little surprised.

Either he really is an ordinary person, or... his strength has exceeded his perception range.

Wang Wei slowly turned around and looked calmly at Du Wei.

Dewey's information coefficients were displayed before him—

Name: Dewey

Age: 45

[Special Ability]: S-rank wind-type special ability

[Affiliation]: One of the main founders of the Human Alliance

[Objective]: To confirm Wang Wei's special abilities and invite him to join the Awakened Alliance.

[Note]: One of the leaders of the Awakened Ones in the Dragon Kingdom, who seeks to unite Awakened Ones worldwide to resist global catastrophe.

A complex look flashed across Wang Wei's eyes.

In their previous life, they had a good relationship.

Dewey was one of the main supporters of this "prophet of mankind".

But in the end...

"Mr. Wang," Dewey said, calming himself down, and stated his purpose directly, "I've come to invite you to join the alliance."

"Sit down." Wang Wei gestured and took a seat on the sofa first.

Dewey glanced at the coffee table in front of him—it was empty, with no seats.

At this moment, Qian Mengxun moved a chair over and placed it opposite her.

Dewey took a deep breath and sat down.

"What's the current situation with the alliance?" Wang Wei asked bluntly.

Dewey was taken aback.

"What?" Wang Wei's lips curled up slightly. "The alliance wants me to join, so I should at least find out what kind of organization it is first."

I see.

Dewey breathed a sigh of relief and said seriously, "You know the situation of the catastrophe better than I do, so I won't repeat it. The Alliance is composed of awakened individuals from hundreds of countries around the world, and has only one purpose—to help all of humanity overcome this global catastrophe."

"Currently, there are 13,732 Awakened Ones registered with the Alliance."

"So little?" Wang Wei frowned slightly.

In the previous life, before the disaster struck, there were probably around 300,000 humans who had awakened in advance.

Dewey smiled wryly: "This is the number of people who have joined the alliance. There should be many more who have awakened their abilities but haven't shown them yet."

As he spoke, he gave Wang Wei a meaningful look.

In his eyes, Wang Wei was this kind of person—hiding his supernatural abilities and unwilling to reveal them.

"What are the benefits of joining the alliance?" Wang Wei asked again.

"Benefits?" Dewey was stunned.

He had never thought about this question.

Humanity is now facing a threat to its survival; a misstep could lead to genocide.

These people gathered together for the sake of all humanity; they never thought of any personal gain.

Is Wang Wei concerned with fame and fortune?

Just as Dewey was pondering this, Wang Wei chuckled: "Why would I join if there's no benefit to it?"

Dewey was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Mr. Wang, I need to discuss this matter with several leaders of the alliance..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

"Okay." Wang Wei nodded.

Dewey took a deep breath and asked his second question: "Mr. Wang, what is your special ability?"

"Superpowers?" Wang Wei feigned surprise. "Didn't I already tell you?"

What?

Dewey was stunned.

Have you already told me?

How come he didn't know?

Qian Mengxun stepped forward and said, "Master's special ability is precognition. I personally told someone in the Alliance who has spatial abilities three days ago."

"Spatial abilities?" Dewey's face darkened.

Tang San!

He actually concealed such important information!

Qian Mengxun continued, "My master also asked me to tell him the time when the wind blades disappeared."

"And..." She paused, glanced at Wang Wei, and mustered her courage to say, "Master said that the alliance's supplies this time will not be delivered to everyone."

"What?!"

Dewey suddenly stood up.

The chair made a screeching sound behind me and almost tipped over.

He stared intently at Qian Mengxun, then looked at Wang Wei, his voice trembling slightly: "Mr. Wang, is this true?"

What does it mean if supplies don't reach everyone?

This means that those who don't receive supplies will die.

Wang Wei gave Qian Mengxun a deep look.

This woman, again, acted on her own initiative.

But since he had already said it, there was no need for him to deny it.

Wang Wei nodded slowly, his tone calm: "That's right."

Dewey stood there, stunned, his mind racing.

It's just extreme cold now, unlike a wind blade that can directly take a person's life.

As long as you stay indoors and have enough food and heating supplies, you should be able to survive.

Why did Wang Wei say that the alliance's supplies couldn't reach everyone?

What went wrong?

"How many days do we have?" Dewey asked in a deep voice.

"Want to know?" Wang Wei asked instead of answering.

Dewey nodded emphatically: "This concerns the lives of countless people, so please, Mr. Wang, consider the bigger picture."

It's the same big picture again.

Wang Wei sneered inwardly.

In his previous life, he heard those four words so many times that they were practically calloused.

But he remained calm and said indifferently, "Give me your existing supply distribution plan."

Since the alliance is going to deliver supplies, it must have a detailed plan.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dewey took out a document from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to Wang Wei with both hands.

Wang Wei took it, glanced through it briefly, and already understood.

It was roughly in line with his expectations.

While the delivery plan covers everyone, some groups will have to wait a month.

A month?

In extreme cold, without food or warmth, who can survive for a month?

"I can tell you," Wang Wei said calmly, putting down the documents. "But the subsequent distribution of supplies will need to be reversed."

"Huh?" Dewey was taken aback.

Wang Wei picked up the document and pointed to the last few pages: "Following this, start delivery from the last group of people."

Dewey's expression changed.

He understood what Wang Wei meant.

In fact, he also had opinions about the alliance's delivery arrangements, and even opposed them to his face.

But this is already the most scientifically sound plan—it takes into account delivery routes, population density, importance, etc.

Although it may seem cruel, in this situation, it is indeed necessary to make some choices.

If he could, he wouldn't want to give up on anyone.

But now—

"Okay." Dewey paused for a moment, then replied in a deep voice.

Wang Wei nodded in satisfaction and revealed the truth: "The first two days of extreme cold are the only safe period."

Upon hearing this, Dewey's expression changed drastically.

Only two days?

He suddenly looked out the window—it had been snowing heavily for a whole day.

In other words, there's only one day left?

wrong--

"You mean, starting on the third day, there will be a new catastrophe?" Dewey's voice tightened.

Wang Wei did not deny it.

Dewey was shocked, but his face also showed an uncontrollable joy.

If this is true—

The alliance must adjust its plans immediately!

We must immediately notify everyone to do their best to save themselves and search for supplies during these two days!

How many people can this news save?

"Mr. Wang!" Dewey took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "This news is extremely important. I'll go back immediately to make arrangements for it to be released to the public in your name—"

"No need."

Dewey was stunned: "What?"

In his view, since Wang Wei was demanding benefits and cared about fame and fortune, he would definitely be willing to let the alliance do this.

"I said, there's no need to use my name," Wang Wei said calmly. "It has nothing to do with me."

Dewey frowned.

He didn't understand.

Such news is enough to make countless people grateful and to make him a savior-like figure.

Why refuse?