Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Seeing Cheng Jing's preparations, other teammates, including Li Liang, quickly followed suit—even though they already had generators to ensure their air conditioners and fans could run anytime.

Though all of them were Superpowered individuals and could endure extreme weather far better than ordinary people—especially those with elemental abilities, who didn’t even flinch—no one would refuse the chance to live more comfortably.

However, since they were in the inner district, such modifications required submitting an application, going through their supervisor’s endorsement process, and personally supervising the construction before the workers were allowed in.

So, they had to scramble to fit renovations after work.

Of course, it wasn’t just them preparing for the extreme heat—their neighbors were doing the same.

There was no universal solution; everyone improvised based on their own resources.

Jiang Nian knew his Brother Jing had been busy after work lately, so he didn’t add to the chaos. Instead, he focused on handling shop business, cooking his own meals, and grabbing drinks and midnight bites together later.

Their daily lives remained busy yet fulfilling. During this time, Department Head Wang and Zhou Li also gathered the entire team to discuss measures for coping with the extreme heat.

The inner and central districts were manageable, but the free prefab housing in the outer district posed a tougher situation.

Many believed that the base had already done enough by providing free shelter and basic facilities, ensuring those with the fewest contribution points were at least safe from zombies—a godsend in the apocalypse.

This was, in fact, a quiet understanding in many shelters: in the apocalypse, moral standards couldn’t be that high.

Shelters only offered a place to stay, not a guarantee of a good life for every survivor.

The Z Base where Jiang Nian had lived in his past life operated the same way, prioritizing shelter access based on personal contribution points.

This created another brutal hierarchy within the base’s zoning system, leading to countless deaths during extreme heatwaves.

But the Southern City Base was different. Its official principle was: *Spare no effort, leave no one behind.*

Even when facing unavoidable losses, they still pushed to boost survival odds beyond basic shelter.

Everyone in the outer district was treated equally—those who wanted special treatment had to rack up enough points to rent housing in the inner district.

Thus, the higher-ups implemented various measures based on the base’s capabilities.

They also called on survivors to take action according to their own abilities instead of sitting on their hands.

Those who relied entirely on the base would only be marked for death.

It had to be said, the military’s influence was far stronger than other organizations. With unity between soldiers and civilians, there were no more self-righteous demands from the authorities.

Those who secretly caused trouble were mostly reported and dealt with by the public—unless they were truly foolish or malicious, everyone understood that order was the foundation of stability.

Regarding the outer district’s prefab housing, after collecting opinions and discussions, the base decided to:

Add shade canopies over the prefab dormitories—in staggered phases, essentially adding an extra roof layer.

Solar panels would be installed atop these canopies for power storage. Large central air conditioning wasn’t feasible, but modified spray mist systems could be set up.

Later, with the help of Superpowered individuals, the space between the canopies and dormitories could be team-cooled.

From what Jiang Nian knew, the extreme heatwave would hit its worst just before its end, with a few days of killer heat.

By then, people would already be running on fumes—one careless moment, and they’d drop dead from heatstroke.

If the base wants to protect people, it will also need to use refrigerants like liquid nitrogen at certain times regardless of the cost.

The South City Base has a considerable stockpile of refrigerants. With modified equipment to control the dosage and the assistance of water- and wood-type Superpowered users, experts have calculated that they can still make it through.

Thus, a separate containment area is necessary, as refrigerants cannot be directly applied inside the cramped dormitories.

The theory seems plausible—it should work during the extreme heat—but they must also plan for room for error.

Given the current circumstances, this is all the base can do. Survival comes down to individual luck.

Extreme cold, extreme heat, and various other disasters will follow, but every day alive is another chance.

Difficult times require collective effort, and so the entire base is working around the clock preparing for the impending extreme heat.

Before long, late May was approaching.

The day for Cheng Jing’s team to take their group leave and head out had arrived. Their plan was to be away for about a week to ten days.

Zhou Li approved their leave and even provided them with sufficient firearms and ammunition.

However, during a routine call to remind them of weapon usage regulations, he unexpectedly dropped a bombshell:

“Cheng Jing, who in your team has the ability to store objects in space?”

“...”

Cheng Jing, who was in the kitchen preparing Jiang Nian’s crayfish luosifen, immediately tensed up. He instinctively glanced at the person binge-watching shows in the living room and lowered his voice.

“What are you getting at, Minister Zhou?”

They had taken out too many large items, so suspicion was natural. But he neither admitted nor denied it—not that it worried him.

“Just curious, wow, touchy much? Hahaha…”

Zhou Li laughed heartily on the other end before continuing,

“I don’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to remind you—external dimensional storage requires a blood-seal. If you have a Superpower, it’s best to infuse it along with your blood for a stronger bond. Otherwise, if someone steals it, it could easily be taken by someone else.”

He had already heard of several incidents like this.

Cheng Jing nodded.

“Noted, thanks.”

He and Jiang Nian hadn’t specifically bound their dimensional rings because once bound, they wouldn’t be able to use each other’s spaces.

Their rings were a matching set, obtained when his Superpower awakened, and they shared a special connection.

As long as he and Jiang Nian held hands and touched the rings, they could directly exchange items without needing to take anything out.

But if they bound them with blood, that would no longer be possible—like an enchanted item bonding to its owner, only the owner could access it.

Seeing that Cheng Jing didn’t answer directly, Zhou Li didn't seem bothered or probed further. Instead, he added,

“Don't get jumpy. I give the same reminder to everyone else. If you’ve already bound them, just treat this as unsolicited advice.”

Good, the vigilance remained as high as ever. No wonder they’d come this far without missteps—solid as ever.

“...”

Cheng Jing pondered for a moment before asking:

"Is there any way for two people to share each other's bound storage spaces?"

"There is, but both people need to be Superpowered."

Zhou Li replied, then explained the method:

"Both individuals must mix their blood in the same container, then soak the two altered objects with the mixed blood. Afterward, channel their Superpower into them at the same time until the blood in the container is fully absorbed by the objects."

"Oh..."

A smile spread across Cheng Jing's face:

"Good, I understand. Thank you, Zhou Li."

His tone became casual again, and so did how he addressed Zhou Li.

This was a great method—not only would it protect the storage spaces, but they could also still share their spaces.