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There was a brief confusion of consciousness, loss of sense of direction, as if countless mists passed by, the whole person seemed to be floating high in the sky without weight.

Then suddenly he fell down again, and finally opened his eyes suddenly.

In the simple, small, dry and cold wooden house, when Hathaway disconnected from the mysterious space and got out of the state of cultivation, she opened her eyes and had a brief loss of consciousness.

Raising his right hand, on the silver medal entwined on his wrist, the complicated pattern has been dimmed, no longer flickering like breathing, becoming ordinary and ordinary, just like it has been in the past ten years.

"Huh." Breathed out a deep breath. At this moment, the grandmaster who had wandered like a ghost for ten years after waking up from hibernation seemed to pour out all the complicated emotions in his heart.

The hibernation plan is over.

However, she was far less relaxed than she had expected. At this moment, she even felt a strong sense of emptiness.

It's as if some kind of strength that has always supported oneself in the past ten years has disappeared.

Everything is as planned.

The destructive cold wave has appeared, the angels have recovered, and the round table has reopened.

The four new successors have also shouldered a heavy mission at this moment. They have begun to issue government orders, mobilize resources across the country, and initiate the long-term plan...

In decades, Orrod, who has successfully completed his supervisory duties, is already old and can wait for the arrival of people in the shelter in the southern continent.

People who are at a loss will soon be forced to drive, urging them to go to the next journey.

Only oneself... as if nothing had been done before, the earliest to fall asleep and the latest to wake up.

I slept for a while, and then just walked in a trance like this for a hundred years.

I went through the whole plan completely, but didn't show any actual value. Looking back, I seemed to be the one with the most seats in the whole round table.

The only thing left is the identity and generation of an "ancient strong man", and with the help of the familiarity with observing angels, he can obtain a sense of "superiority" from the eyes of the younger generations such as Queen Francis.

Yes, that's right, only that... poor... superiority.

And now, there is nothing left.

Without mission, without task, without goal, without direction.

No one needs her, and there is no place for her in this world.

At this moment, the sense of separation and strangeness from this era is unprecedentedly strong.

It was so strong that the legendary supernatural a hundred years ago couldn't help holding his arms tightly, feeling that this room had never been so cold.

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After sitting there for a while, Hathaway finally got up, decided to go out and find a warm place to sit.

She pulled out a set of thick cotton-padded clothes, a scarf, and a hat from the suitcase under the bed, wrapped herself heavily, and tucked her purse into her pocket, before she opened the door.

Follow the only path towards the town below the mountain.

At this time, it happened to be the afternoon when the sun was the strongest, but the temperature did not rise.

Instead, the cold wind blowing from the north became more and more bitter.

Even the white windmill on the mountain turned faster than usual.

This mountain is definitely not close to the center of the town, but for a high-level transcendent, this is nothing.

Soon, Hathaway, wearing a down hat, scarf, and thick down coat, appeared in this town called "Seaside".

The name "Haibin" often sounds related to the extreme heat, beaches, and the sea in summer, but for this town in Winter County, "Haibin" is just the original meaning.

There are not many residents in towns, so even in the sunniest afternoon, there are few people on the street.

In fact, compared to the densely populated southern mainland, with decades of policy control and population loss, many places are quite sparsely populated.

This situation is particularly obvious in Winter County.

Hathaway put her hands in her pockets, carrying a small backpack, walking slowly along the road with remnants of snow, and soon she stopped in front of a coffee shop that she frequented.

In the two months since she came here, she often came here to sit and sit. The environment is good, the boss has a very good personality, and there are many frequent customers. There is a warmth that is different from that of family.

"Ding ......"

Pushing open the floor-to-ceiling glass shop door, the wind chimes hanging at the door made a pleasant sound, and the full heating in the house rushed in, making the whole cold body warm up in an instant.

The direction of the window of the house is a very long, dark brown table with chairs on both sides. Inward, there are some in the corners, separate tables and chairs, bookshelves, sofas, and sunlight from The glass shone in and sprinkled on it, making it particularly warm.

At the moment there are a dozen customers in the coffee shop, scattered among the tables and chairs.

Some are reading, some are chatting, the most are gathered next to the "public TV" by the wall, watching TV programs while drinking tea.

"Hey, Miss Lena, do you want to sit down? The seat you like is still empty." Seeing Hathaway push the door in, the smiling boss greeted him behind the bar.

Lena...this is her identity forged casually.

"Well, give me a cup of hot coffee, you know what I like to drink."

Hathaway habitually pulled out a smile, said, and immediately took the latest newspaper from the next shelf and walked to the long table.

"Hi, Lena, you haven't been here for a few days." In the corner, a acquaintance raised his cup and gestured towards her.

"No, that's just because you were not there when Lena came." Next to him, a woman who was flipping through a magazine shook her head and denied.

"That's a shame..."

Listening to the conversations of a few "friends" who are not very familiar, the coldness on Hathaway dissipated a lot, took off her thick coat and put it aside, she asked with some nostalgia:

"Any news?"

She knew very well that soon, such a peaceful scene would never be there again.

"What else... to discuss the delay of our factory? Or this damn weather?" a chubby middle-aged man complained:

"It's all at the end of February. The temperature has not risen, but it has gotten colder. I heard that this year has reached the lowest point in history. I am afraid that I will not be able to go out in the future."

"Speak down, don't disturb people reading."

"It's just for this kind of atmosphere, don't you see that they have been watching TV? Just because of the unfortunate weather, this year's ball game has been cancelled..."

In the middle-aged man’s complaint, Hathaway looked up at the public television.

At this moment, a catastrophe drama is playing on it, telling the story of climate change, global cooling, and human beings’ struggle to survive. There have been many similar stories in recent years.

At this time, suddenly, the TV signal was suddenly interrupted, leaving only a piece of noise. Two seconds later, the picture stabilized again, but it was switched to Aspen National News.

"What's the matter? Who changed the channel secretly?"

"No one moved... it seems to be a forced broadcast."

This unexpected change immediately attracted all the guests. In the picture, the host sitting in front of the camera seemed to have just received the manuscript, and it seemed that other people were still confirming it.

After getting an affirmative answer, he faced the camera with an unbelievable expression and said quickly:

"Dear viewers, this is the National News Channel. We have just received an urgent news!

Just today, a few hours ago, a mysterious cyclone suddenly appeared in the polar regions, triggering a super blizzard. At this moment, it is spreading out rapidly!

An hour ago, the northern observatory completely lost contact with us!

...Attention, this is not a joke!

Yes, at this moment, on the sea of ​​storms north of the border, there is a terrifying, suspected supernatural, terrifying storm spreading!

...According to the news from the palace, it is very likely that it was an extraordinary event similar to the'Tribulation' of a hundred years ago!!"

"...Just now, Aspen, Fryer, Winton, and the South Continent, the four countries held a conference call and issued a super warning at the same time!

All citizens, please prepare for emergency evacuation and avoid disaster!

The relevant evacuation actions will be in charge of the local city hall departments!

Repeat it again!

This is not a joke!This is not a joke!"

On the public television, the famous host had a pale face and an urgent tone, constantly repeating the information on the manuscript.

And through the TV signal, this news was spread to the entire kingdom.

Inside the coffee shop.

Listening to the anxious voice coming from the TV.

Except Hathaway, the rest of the guests fell into a short sluggishness. For a while, the middle-aged talent asked hoarsely:

"This... wouldn't it be true?"

No one answered, the temperature in the entire store seemed to be freezing at this moment.

A moment later, a guest who was originally guarding the TV grabbed his cheek and said in a panic: "It's fake...it's a fake...how can it be..."

"The news station can't make such a joke!" The woman who had read the magazine yelled in a shrill voice, staring at her eyes tightly.

After a while, as if remembering something, he turned on a delicate radio from his carrying bag.

"Shasha... Suspected supernatural blizzard... All citizens who heard this broadcast should return home immediately and be prepared to escape danger...

Once again, a supernatural blizzard comparable to the calamity of a treacherous thing a hundred years ago is spreading out from the extreme poles rapidly..."

On the radio, the voice of the national radio station was repeated over and over again, echoing in the small cafe, as if pressing the still button.

In the next second, the whole coffee shop was "exploded", and no one could remain calm again.

The TV station and the radio broadcast at the same time, this can't be a "joking"!

What really hurts people is the term "trivial disaster" in the news.

It refers to the supernatural "cake" disaster that swept the world a hundred years ago and was made by a mysterious "trick".

That is also the common and painful memory of all mankind!

And now, such a disaster... unexpectedly... has it come again?

"No! It must be an exaggeration! It can't be true..."

"Evacuate urgently... to avoid danger... how come..."

"Go, let's go to the city hall, we must confirm it!"

In the panic of noise, Hathaway didn't say a word, but silently picked up the cup of hot coffee on the table and took a sip.

Immediately he twisted his body consciously and looked out the window through the glass.

I saw that at this moment, a heavy snow fell down the window.

As if to drown the world.