The brief spell of good weather is the last mercy the Space-Time Administration Bureau grants to those competing for supplies.
Chen Zhou hurriedly packed his provisions through the night, bundling branches with animal hide, and reassembled the cart. Not long after he set out, the temperature plummeted like reservoir water surging through an opened floodgate.
Chen Zhou had hoped to bring more coal chunks, but the speed of the temperature drop was truly terrifying.
After less than five hours on the move, he could distinctly feel the outdoor temperature dip by over ten degrees. If this trend continued, he estimated the temperature would fall to minus forty-five degrees within two days.
If by then the downward trend didn't stop, the temperature's lower limit might far exceed what's normal for the Ice Age, plunging below minus sixty—what the rules called the "threat of the Space-Time Administration Bureau" at the start of the challenge.
