"Sorry... I didn't expect the storm to be so fierce."
Alina was still in shock. Although she was the spokesperson for Mr. Generator, she was just an ordinary weak woman. Compared with Tallulah, she was much more fragile.
"Huh--"
Tallulah breathed a sigh of relief. The storm wrapped in heavy snow rushed into the street, and the sight of the shed covered with white frost in an instant scared her. Even natural disasters could not reach such low temperatures.
Although the harm of the two could not be compared, she was still surprised and forgot that Alina was still on the street.
Fortunately... Mr. Generator was here. Alina finally stood firm. Her body, which was numb from the storm, began to warm up. The snowflakes brushed against her face, but they didn't sting as she had imagined. "Mr. Generator did it."
The cold wind was still blowing through the streets, but it was much softer. Tallulah knocked on Alina's head. "Although Mr. Generator's matter is important, he hopes you can pay attention to your safety."
Alina's eyes were wet and she felt a little wronged. Tallulah made sense. What if she died and no one conveyed Mr. Generator's orders?
"I will pay attention next time."
"Do you still hope there will be a next time?"
Tallulah teased her. Alina blushed and felt angry and helpless. "Okay, I've learned my lesson. Even the gentlest deer will bite when they are cornered!"
Tallulah's laughter rang out under the Generator. Everyone in the shed saw that the two of them were standing outside and were not hurt at all. They could still laugh!
"Do you feel cold?"
Carl said to the people around him. He had long discovered that since the shell of Mr. Generator turned red and made a regular piercing sound, the shed was no longer cold, and it was even a little hot.
"Well... not cold."
Carl pushed open the door of the shed and walked to the street under the attention of everyone. He stretched out his hand to confirm repeatedly. Hiss - a little cold, but not the kind of cold that can kill people.
He turned around and shouted to the shed, "Brothers, it's not very cold! Don't shrink in the shed, let's go back to our posts!"
Alina and Tallulah heard Carl's shouting, and the people in the shed gradually walked to the street. They looked up at the Generator, and the smiles on their faces could not be covered at all—
Mr. Generator fulfilled his promise. They can survive a fierce storm!
[Carnival You fulfilled your promise to the people when the storm came. The Generator already has enough room to survive the storm. We can help more people who come to the Generator.]
[The infected were happy that they could survive such a storm and thank you for your efforts from the bottom of their hearts. They took to the streets to praise your virtues and were sincerely happy to live under the Generator.]
Hope rose by 10%, and the hope bar was almost full. Wang Zhan celebrated a little and returned to the computer again. He fulfilled his promise to the infected, and then it was time to welcome the guerrilla members.
The crowd hummed a joyful tune from nowhere and circled Alina, her cheeks flushed with joy.
This was a thank you to Mr. Generator. As a spokesperson, she should accept everyone's kindness.
After a while, Alina saw that everyone was almost done, so she asked the infected to return to their assigned positions.
Although Tallulah was still reluctant to leave, the next thing was very important, and having time to celebrate was also a short vacation for herself.
"Tallulah, I feel you are smiling happily," Alina told Tallulah, who frankly admitted that because of Kosice, her past life had always been complicated, not as simple as this.
"Let's put those troubles aside for the time being," Tallulah looked up at the Generator. With such a reliable existence, she could temporarily enjoy happiness like a girl.
"Does Mr. Generator have any instructions?"
Alina shook her head. She hadn't heard Mr. Generator speak for a long time, except for the voice of turning on overload.
"Overload may make Mr. Generator a little tired, so it's not convenient to talk."
Wang Zhan sighed at Alina's rich imagination, but overload would indeed cause problems for the Generator. Although Alina's statement was wrong, the result was similar.
"I have already activated the overload, but this state can only last for about a day. When the storm is about to end, I will have to stop the overload state."
Alina was delighted when she heard Wang Zhan's words, but her expression gradually became firm after hearing the content. Tallulah saw her face changing from sunny to cloudy, "Did Mr. Generator tell you anything?"
"Mr. Generator is overdrawing his body, which allows us to have a comfortable temperature," Alina said seriously, "Mr. Generator will stop overloading before the storm ends, otherwise there will be a danger to life."
"We have to prepare the guerrillas who are coming to deal with low temperatures."
Overload reaching a certain level will trigger an event of Generator damage. This event can be solved with a steam core, but it won't work the second time.
So after receiving the system's warning, the overload must be stopped.
Between letting people temporarily freeze and retaining this precious opportunity, Wang Zhan chose the latter.
The infected must understand that the Generator also has its limits, and he will not over-protect the infected.
Alina refused to give in. This was the first time that Tallulah had seen such a determined look. She replied seriously, "Of course, the infected will respond to his expectations."
The two looked at each other for a long time. Alina smiled first. Tallulah was puzzled. She explained, "It feels like we... have become big shots in people's mouths."
"There will be many opportunities like this in the future, Alina," Tallulah didn't know what to say. She was still groping, and this road was long. "Sometimes, we have to go against our conscience."
"... But I will try my best."
"Yeah."
"We should start working," Alina looked at the Generator, "Mr. Generator, please believe us."
Wang Zhan outside the screen was silent for a while. When others said this, he just took it as a joke, but Alina... her eyes were really clear and she was very sincere to him, "I believe you, Alina."
Alina chuckled, visibly happy. She was resolute and rushed back to the pre-arranged positions with Tallulah.
The wind was very strong.
The storm was indeed more violent and deadly than any other storm the guerrillas had ever experienced.
FrostNova felt her consciousness begin to blur. She held onto one side of her cloak tightly and lay on Petrova's back. Petrova's body temperature was also very low... even though she was a strong girl.
"Sister! Sister! Stop using Originium skills!"
Petrova cried in her voice. The big bear following behind Frost Star trembled and shouted, "Why are you crying? Sister doesn't want to hear you cry!"
"Aren't you crying too? Your snot has frozen into a stick!"
The big bear's raised hand trembled, and with a click, "My nose seems to be broken!"
How could it be possible... Despite her absolute confidence in her Originium skills, she still looked up at the big bear, who laughed, "Sister, you're still awake!"
"You are..."
FrostNova sighed helplessly, turned her head back, and continued to lie on Petrova's back.
She was really a little sleepy. "Light! It's light! Big sister, there is light!"
Light - in this damn storm, Frost Star gritted her teeth, how could there be light!
She guessed it was another joke of theirs, a deceptive joke - they wanted to keep her awake, and it was like this all the way.
White Rabbit raised her head, and a vague light was reflected in her gray eyes. In the black, a warm bright spot was swaying, and it was not wiped out by the storm.
"Big Bear, tell the whole team to go in that direction..."
She felt that she was almost at her limit.