At this moment, in the Otherworld, almost everyone alive was staring intently at the dimly glowing virtual screen in mid-air before them.
And as the countdown ended, the names of the two disasters displayed on the system panel made all humans widen their eyes in shock.
[Third Disaster: Acid Rain, Flood]
"What? Acid rain? Flood? I'm doomed!"
"Acid rain... last time it was just called a snow disaster, but the snow was corrosive. This time it directly says 'acid.' Can it penetrate the roof of a regular shelter?"
"Are you dreaming? Roof? The whole shelter won't last, okay? Did you selectively ignore the word flood?"
"I'm going to build an Ark. Anyone interested? But tickets are only for women."
"The guy above is crazy. If it's that kind of flood, let's all just die together."
