Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 774 - 3 Dispersing the Snowstorm

Although a disaster relief team composed of self-regulating robots has been dispatched, Perfikot herself is not sure how much help this will bring to the storm-affected communities.

Although she very much wanted to go to those storm-affected communities in person and use her own abilities to solve the problems faced by the people there, she also knew that this was impractical.

After all, she was the Regent of the Empire, the Lord of the Northern Territory, such a high status was clearly no longer suitable for her to be on the front lines of the most dangerous places.

However, waiting in the lord's mansion for reports from the front was extremely difficult for Perfikot. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Any news updates?" At the breakfast table, Perfikot asked the old butler while having breakfast.

"Currently, there is no news worth noting. Although the range of storm-affected communities is constantly expanding, the people in each community have entered shelters in time. With the protection of the shelters, they currently have no major issues," the old butler reported to Perfikot while also serving her a fruit dessert accompanying her breakfast.

Ironically, even in such stormy weather, Perfikot could still enjoy a sumptuous breakfast, not only complete with meat, eggs, and milk, but even fresh fruit.

Strictly speaking, this was not Perfikot being extravagant, although the greenhouse attached to the lord's residence was dedicated to providing her with various fresh ingredients, which was extravagant in itself, the greenhouse was built under the guise of technological validation.

Similar greenhouses have been built in all communities, a project that was implemented when Perfikot herself oversaw the construction of the Northern Territory's shelters and communities.

So although Perfikot didn't feel completely justified in enjoying these, she also did not have much of a psychological burden.

Moreover, compared to what she was eating, Perfikot was more concerned about what the people in the storm-affected communities were eating.

If her eating compressed biscuits could ensure the community residents had enough food, she wouldn't mind living a life of frugality.

But doing so would not improve the lives of the community residents, so naturally, Perfikot was not inclined to do something indistinguishable from political showmanship.

And in some sense, only by eating well, sleeping well, and resting well herself, could Perfikot ensure more people can eat well, sleep well, and rest well.

Eating the dessert carefully prepared by the chef, Perfikot did not trouble her old butler, even though the inexplicable agitation in her heart made her want to do something.

However, the old butler noticed Perfikot's agitation and offered comfort: "Miss, you need to adjust your emotions, such agitation is not conducive to resolving matters.

Your grandfather said that in every battle, the more you must remain calm, any emotional extremes do not help in achieving victory.

My suggestion may not be right, but perhaps you should adjust your emotions, whether by venting or otherwise, you should not continue to be so agitated."

Upon hearing the old butler's suggestion, Perfikot finished her dessert, put down her spoon, took a deep breath, and sighed reluctantly, "How could I not know that my agitation is useless, but I really can't calm down, Grandpa Fu."

"Perhaps you should take a walk in the garden? The storm's rampage has a great impact everywhere, this is not a problem you can solve alone unless you are Divine, capable of dispersing the storm," the old butler advised, trying his best to persuade Perfikot considering her state.

However, upon hearing the old butler's advice, Perfikot's eyes suddenly lit up and she asked the old butler, "Grandpa Fu, what did you just say?"

"I said, miss, you should take a walk in the garden..." The old butler was puzzled but repeated his words.

"Not that sentence, the one after 'not a problem you can solve alone'!" Perfikot looked at her old butler with a gaze as if she had grasped inspiration.

"Unless, miss, you are a Divine being, capable of dispersing this storm," the old butler repeated his words.

"That's it! I've thought of it!" Perfikot jumped up from her chair, hugged her old butler, and then rushed to the laboratory.

Seeing Perfikot's excitement, the old butler, though somewhat unclear, showed a gratified smile.

At least Perfikot was no longer struggling with her emotions, and what she decided to do next was of little consequence.

In Foster's view, as long as Perfikot was happy, she could do whatever she wanted.

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Returning to her laboratory, Perfikot recorded the inspiration she had grasped.

"Become Divine, disperse the storm."

This one sentence represented two different research directions.

Becoming Divine was not impossible in Perfikot's research.

She had analyzed the existence of divinity and the Divine, even dissecting a Divine being, giving her a deep understanding of them.

One could even say that if Perfikot wanted, she could step into becoming a Divine being at any time.

Both divinity and faith were easily attainable for Perfikot, and the Northern Territory itself had countless people worshiping, even believing in her.

The people of the Northern Territory, who she rescued in the apocalypse, held her in high respect, even fanatical worship.

If Perfikot wanted, at least one-tenth of the Northern Territory's population would become her fanatical followers, and seven or eight out of ten would be her true believers.

However, Perfikot looked down upon this path with disdain.

If she wanted to become a Divine being, she could have done so when the War God personally saw her.

She could even leap to become a high-ranking Divine being, only second to the chief Divine.

These were all promises made by the War God, but Perfikot chose to wield the rebellious sword and reject the War God.

If Perfikot chose to become a Divine being, she would feel that she had betrayed past promises and would be unworthy of owning the rebellious sword.

Having given up on the option of becoming Divine, for Perfikot, what to choose was obvious.

"Disperse the storm? Although I have ideas, how can I achieve it?" Perfikot fell into contemplation, as this was not an easily accomplished task.

For Perfikot, changing the weather of a city was not difficult.

However, the storm enveloped the entire Northern Territory, which was by no means easy to affect.

Achieving this feat, for Perfikot, was no less challenging than reversing heaven and earth.