Bramble arrived very quickly. Shawn Lawler returned after serving as a temporary errand boy.
After learning of Faye Yardley's idea, Bramble seemed incredibly excited. One by one, its thorny vines drooped from the edge of the raft like brown tentacles and plunged into the sea.
For now, the temperature was only dropping; no new events had officially begun. The current temperature of minus five or six degrees Celsius merely made people feel a bit cold without causing much actual harm. After all, anyone who had survived here for a hundred days had generally seen an improvement in their physical fitness. In this era of one raft per person, even those who wanted to live like a Prince or Princess lacked the means to do so. Even for the second batch of arrivals, if their families weren't supportive enough and they themselves didn't want to put in the effort, they were basically already dead, having become one of the fading numbers in the bottom left corner of the screen.
