novelODS Chapter 37 Natural Disaster Strikes.
Chapter 37 Natural Disaster Strikes.
Chapter 37 Natural Disaster Strikes.
The comments section in various countries exploded.
[No, how can it still be having so much fun? Our dragon is so cold it can't even stand up!]
[The original crocodile's attributes are ridiculously overpowered! It looks like a complete waste, but it lives a much more comfortable life than anyone else.]
Our dragon eats tons of food every day, but it's not even enough to fill its teeth in the dead of winter. This thing has only eaten a few rotten fish in thirty years?
I'm speechless. I'm truly speechless. Before, we laughed at China for electing a toad, but now it seems we're the real clowns.
Thinking about how my dinosaurs consume tens or even hundreds of kilograms of food every day, and how they would scream in hunger if they didn't eat for a few days, I realized that they were starving.
The original crocodile ate only a few rotten fish in three years, leaving netizens from various countries speechless.
Those comments that once mocked China and ridiculed the original crocodile now seem like resounding slaps to their own faces.
The original crocodile was underestimated.
You really underestimated them.
When it comes to survival, the original crocodile is too authoritative.
The comments continued to flood the screen, filled with disbelief and a hint of regret.
[And they even eat fish that have been dead for several years, aren't they afraid they're poisonous?]
"Yeah, that's some serious resistance! If it were our Dilophosaurus, one bite and it'd probably have diarrhea for three days straight."
Dilophosaurus almost never eats rotten carcasses; it would discard them as soon as they started to smell slightly off—it was quite delicate.
[The original crocodile's combat power was practically zero, but its survival attribute—it was maxed out, truly maxed out.]
Lin Xia yawned as she looked at the comments.
Grandpa Crocodile is joking with you, isn't he?
Parasite?
virus?
In the face of Grandpa Crocodile's immune system, the odds are 80/20.
In two seconds, the parasite dies eight times.
At the same time, the view in the sky gradually shrank, and the distant view covered the entire continent.
The snow is still falling, the wind is still blowing, and the flow of time is quietly speeding up.
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years.
The counter in the upper right corner ticked silently.
Three leaders of the vegetarian alliance and netizens watched helplessly as their animals slowly died during the long, cold winter.
The last few horde of horde succubi lay dead in the snow, their bodies covered in frost, their eyes closed as if they were asleep.
The Ankylosaurus huddled in a crevice in the rock, its thick scales unable to withstand the sub-zero temperatures, its body stiff as stone.
The herd of canines had long since vanished, leaving only a few small footprints at the entrance of a snow cave, gradually covered by fresh snow.
They did not die in battle, nor were they hunted.
They starved to death, they froze to death, they couldn't survive this long, endless winter.
And those carnivorous dinosaurs didn't spare these dying prey either.
Dilophosaurus paced through the snow, found a frozen horned dinosaur carcass, crushed the icy flesh with its hind legs, and lowered its head to tear at it.
The herd of Handraptors surrounded the remains of a Shielded Ankylosaurus, working together to devour it completely.
Dimorphodon hovered high in the sky, then swooped down to devour the last bits of flesh and marrow.
Golden characters slowly appeared on the sky.
[Ah San, observing animals, confirmed the death of a ceratopsian.]
[Monkey, animal observer, and ankylosaurus confirmed dead.]
[Hanscat, the animal observer, and canine jawed beast, confirmed dead.]
[Cause of death: Approaching winter, low temperatures, hunger, predation.]
The three lines of text, like three knives, pierced the hearts of three countries.
Immediately afterwards, the rankings came to light.
[10th Place: Horned Dragon Amisuki.]
[Ninth Place: Ankylosaurus Monkey Kingdom.]
[Eighth Place: Canine Jaw Beast – Hans the Cat Kingdom.]
The sound from the sky was devoid of any emotion; its cold, metallic quality was like a blunt, unsharpened knife, dullly cutting into everyone's heart.
[A natural disaster is imminent, reducing the nation's fortune by 20.]
Those nations whose current national fortune falls below 100 will be struck by an unprecedented natural disaster, annihilating their country.
The three high-ranking executives, Ah San, Monkey, and Hans Cat, slumped in their chairs, their faces as pale as the snow outside the window.
Eighth place, ninth place, tenth place.
They didn't even manage to get fifth place; instead of a reward, disaster awaited them.
The vegetarian community members were beyond tears, with only a few scattered, powerless words remaining in the live chat.
[A Cataclysmic Disaster—Is the Nation About to Collapse? All Because of Choosing the Wrong Animal?]
[No, why?! Why can that piece of trash, the Primal Crocodile, live, but our Diablos can't?!]
No one answered them.
The image on the screen darkened, leaving only the three lines of golden eulogy, hanging in mid-air like three tombstones.
[Natural disasters strike: Hailstorms in India, earthquakes in monkeys, and tornadoes in Hanscat.]
The scene shifted to a certain piece of land from the Three Kingdoms period.
In a city in India, dark clouds churned, and hailstones the size of fists poured down from the sky, smashing through rooftops, shattering windows, and hitting pedestrians who had no time to dodge. Screams were drowned out by the roar of the hailstones hitting the ground.
In a town somewhere in the monkeys' territory, the ground suddenly cracked open, houses collapsed row by row, dust blotted out the sky, and screams and cries mingled together, only to be swallowed up by the silence buried under the rubble within seconds.
In one of Hanscat's ports, a gray-black tornado rises from the sea, connecting the sky and the sea.
Houses were uprooted wherever it passed, vehicles tumbled in the air, seawater flooded the streets, and people's shouts were carried away by the sea breeze.
The comments section was flooded with despair.
Hail—how can we survive hailstones this big?
Earthquake! The houses have all collapsed! People are still trapped! Help!
[The tornado is heading towards the city center! Run!]
Please, please stop releasing it, please stop releasing it!
It's destroyed, completely destroyed, all the high-rise buildings have collapsed—
The three leaders of the Vegetarian Alliance looked at the land ravaged by natural disaster on the sky and listened to the screams and cries coming from the screen. Their hearts felt as if they were being squeezed tightly by a giant hand.
The Indian high-ranking official rested his hands on the table, his knuckles white, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"It's not just people who died—the infrastructure is all destroyed, how much will it cost to rebuild—what will we use to repair it—"
The monkey's superiors closed their eyes, their eyes red-rimmed, and their lips trembled as they squeezed out a few words.
"The earthquake destroyed not only houses, but also the economic lifeline of the entire city—it will take years to recover—"
The executive of Hanscat leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, his voice so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself.
"The tornado swept away the savings of generations—it's all gone, completely gone—"
The Eagle Zone.
Hopkins leaned back on the sofa, a whiskey glass in his hand, staring blankly at the horrific scenes on the sky.
The ice cubes swayed gently in the liquor, making a soft clinking sound.
His gaze was as calm as if he were watching a weather forecast that had nothing to do with him.
Natural disasters will never befall the United States; this is his confidence.
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