Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 162: Lunar New Year

In her sleep, Nanzhi felt as though she had been thrown down by a massive black dog. The large black creature bit into her neck.

She immediately woke up and consciously looked at her neck.

Lin Weihao, sitting nearby, appeared completely indifferent, his expression blank as if it had nothing to do with him.

The blizzard had not weakened. In fact, it had only intensified. The temperature had dropped by another 5 degrees, reaching a chilling negative sixty. If it continued to fall by five more, it could easily hit negative 100 by the end of the dungeon.

In the past, the lowest recorded temperature had been minus seventy, and that had already wiped out 30% of the world’s population. Additionally, with the fever had taken the mortality rate will go higher. She could only hoped that the other base had discovered wintergreen mushrooms.

Once again, Nanzhi wondered if these drastic changes were connected to the system.

The radio, which used to provide news updates, no longer picked up any signals. The only remaining way to gather information from outside the base was through walkie-talkies and satellite phones, but those were limited to communicating within the base.

Each morning, the officers in the basements relayed the news to Lin Weihao. Now that he had some free time, he practiced his powers.

If Lin Weihao could also practice in her Mind Palace, it might prove beneficial for him as well.

"Apartment Building No. 1 is fine. Food, firewood, and heating are ample."

"Apartment Building No. 2…"

After confirming the radio was no longer providing any useful information, Nanzhi hopped into the Daily Dungeon to check on the expansion. She was surprised to see that the cottage that she saw in the Misty Land had appeared inside the Safe Zone.

She stepped inside and quickly confirmed it was the very same one she had seen before. However, the bog pit she remembered had not appeared with it.

She hadn’t expected it to be included in the expansion. She wondered if the structure she had explored in the mist might appear in her safe zone after the next expansion.

She asked the system about it, but the response was vague: [Perhaps.]

Nanzhi went about her usual routine—harvesting and exploring the Misty Land—before entering the Game Lobby and accessing her Mind Palace. This time, she used all her available time to collect all the firewood and dried bogs.

During this process, she began to fantasize about how amazing it would be if she could split herself into three. One body would practice in the Mind Palace, one would manage the Daily Dungeon, and the last would handle milling and vacuum sealing in the Game Lobby. Too bad, she was not slime.

Ripples of mental energy pulsed from the monolith, and the same black shadow appeared above it, repeating the same cryptic words:

"Don’t rely too much on brute force."

"Power without adaptability is weakness."

The monolith seemed to have an innate ability to assess the examiner’s progress and adjust the difficulty of the challenge accordingly.

The shadow did not show mercy. It manifested 100 mental blades all at once—weightless, soundless, and deadly. They surged forward, an unstoppable force.

Last night, Nanzhi had felt like a fish on a chopping block. The blades, like heat-seeking missiles, would find their target no matter how she dodged. Blocking them was an option, but the shadow could easily spawn another batch, wearing her down until her mental energy was exhausted.

After four hours of intense training, she had learned a valuable lesson. This time, instead of condensing her mental needles to stop the blades, she decided to reach out with her mind to feel them.

She focused on the blades’ movements, sensing the currents of energy that flowed through them. Slowly, she released her mental energy to control them.

The first few blades slowed midair, their motion disrupted.

The next wave veered slightly off course, bending in response to her telekinetic influence.

Then, the battle evolved into a clash of wills.

Nanzhi and the shadow fought for control over the blades, and the air around them vibrated with the tension of their mental struggle. The blades wavered, caught between two forces, trembling violently.

But Nanzhi had learned from her previous mistakes. To answer the monolith’s cryptic lessons: A stable mind does not resist the storm—it moves with it.

The shadow flickered, its form twitching. Seizing the opportunity, Nanzhi struck.

The mental blades spiraled toward the shadow in unpredictable arcs and curves. The shadow tried to regain control, but Nanzhi wouldn’t allow it.

A mental blade pierced its arm, causing the shadow to stagger. A second cut across its chest. A third pierced its head.

With one final motion, Nanzhi redirected all of the remaining blades at once, engulfing the shadow entirely. The blades shattered its form, dissolving it into thin smoke.

Nanzhi plopped down onto the ground, utterly drained from the intense battle.

But it had been worth it!

[Mental Power: 25/367]

Her mental power had increased by 3 points last night, and another 5 points this time!

In the blink of an eye, the Bingdi Lotus had matured.

(A/N: I forgot about this doc! I accidentally erased it in my previous updates. Sorry about that! :( )

[2-stars Bingdi Lotus]

[The seeds enhance the growth of plants, alien beasts, and assist in their reproduction. Its petals can be infused to make tea that improves mental power.]

[Long-term consumption will also have benefits.]

She was able to harvest 8 seeds. She replanted four of them and preserved the remaining four for research, as she knew they would be essential for rebuilding the farm of the base.

As for the leaves, she had harvested sixty young, tender Bingdi Lotus leaves.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, Nanzhi hurriedly set aside some of her time to make tea. Since the prompt and the system didn’t specify the best method for processing the leaves, Nanzhi divided them into batches and experimented with different methods: natural fermentation, drying, fixation, and oxidation.

Before she knew it, the day of the Spring Festival arrived.

Early in the morning, Lin Yicheng knocked on her door, still in his pajamas. "Happy Lunar New Year, Big Sister!" he exclaimed, rushing in to hug Nanzhi’s thighs.

"Happy New Year!" Baoyin followed, holding a gift.

Feng Ran and the others barged in shortly after, each carrying presents.

Soon, it was time for dinner. The festive mood was not limited to the Area No. 3.

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