Another hour or two later, teens were groaning in pain, their entire bodies sore. They convinced the three kids to massage their arms and legs.

How much those little fists could actually help with, only they knew.

"It always starts this way," she said. "Your body is adjusting. Soon, that same amount of exercise would only make you sweat at most."

"Really?"

"Really."

Grandma looked at the kids and smiled. She shook her head and then started to prepare lunch. She didn’t bother her descendants. She could easily cook for an entire clan on her own.

She did, after all, serve as a chef once upon a time, back in the war. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Naia, on the other hand, did not really cook much. Nadia had experience, being treated as a maid and all, but the Cerra family had their own cook, so it was never her turn to learn anything intricate and presentable. At best, Nadia was just forced to make her own food from leftover materials.

Anyway, in order not to affect other people’s productivity, she didn’t bother offering her assistance except to help harvest some ingredients or something.

Instead, she used this time to Doogle a few things, including what her next step was—moving.

She was tempted to tell the family about the apocalypse, but in the end, she determined it wasn’t the time...yet. What they could do for her now was to be consistent with their work and exercise. Not to mention, a meteor shower was too illusory. There was no warning at all. Even the satellites wouldn’t be able to detect it on time.

She needed a place where she could take the people she cared for and keep them safe.

She had a nice neighborhood in mind. It was just that she needed a bit of funds. While she had enough to reserve a unit, everything was already sold out. She also considered renting, but the future bases would need a land deed if they wanted to keep the house after the base covered the property.

Not to mention, the actual owners could come, which could lead to conflicts. To save themselves from future trouble, she ought to buy property directly.

For now, she emailed the real estate brokers to help her out. She could only choose one place, but even that was not 100% guaranteed to be safe.

The disasters were too varying and too many that even as someone from the future could not say with a hundred percent certainty that a certain spot could become a proper base.

What if a place that had been safe from the meteor shower and a tsunami got destroyed by the volcanic winter? What about the floods?

How could she be so certain which buildings would stand the tsunamis and the earthquakes? She definitely did not have the time or resources to test out each building!

It wasn’t that her people in the future were clueless. They at least consolidated the major and main meteoric landing points. They also gathered some of the smaller rocks, but she wasn’t sure if those would still land at the same place.

Fortunately, the disasters weren’t instantaneous. As long as people survived the Fall itself, their chances of survival until the aliens’ awakening would shoot up.

The Fall was orchestrated by aliens and could not be defended against. However, the disasters still followed the rules of nature and were the natural effects of the targeted meteorite attacks.

For example, there wasn’t an illogical tsunami happening in the middle of a continent, nor was it wasn’t continuous rain that could somehow uniformly flood the entire world to the 14th floor.

It wasn’t a sudden cold snap that froze everything, nor was it the temperature spikes that caused the global average to go beyond 50 degrees. This was, after all, an average temperature that should’ve immediately turned the planet to a complete, uninhabitable wasteland— even for aliens.

Complete destruction didn’t happen immediately. At least in their country, millions of survivors managed to last for decades.

People fought hard during the first few decades, and this gave time to some prescient groups to consolidate information about the disasters.

Some records were more detailed than others, but the term ’detailed’ was still an overstatement. It was more like different groups gathered their own information, oblivious to what other groups obtained.

It was only during her generation that they truly managed to consolidate these things. It was part of their missions when they were asked to gather some tech and supplies.

Sigh, if only she could put people in her space. She could just place everyone she loved there during the Fall, so even if the place they found was problematic, they would be okay.

But one shouldn’t ask for everything. She was already feeling blessed for all the chances she had already obtained—one of which was finding family with a sincere heart.

Now, what she needed to do was do her best to protect it.

...

Freisa City

At this time, a certain young man had already sat up. His back was ramrod straight, and even if he looked pale and weak, he maintained a sort of gravitas around him.

To Michael, who had seen his share of powerful men, he was akin to a large snake that could eat a person whole and without warning.

"Here’s the list of locations that fit the bill," Michael said, sending him a list of a few places. These were places with branches of certain restaurants, where certain products were offered, and so on.

For Michael, who could be said to have been with Kael during most of his recovery journey, this request came out of nowhere.

Kael didn’t care for his thoughts and opened the electronic tablet to check the list. It had accessibility options so he could operate it with minimal movements, albeit it was still a bit painful at first.

Fortunately, after several days of miraculous recovery, he could now move his arms and fingers with minimal resistance.

His eyes looked over the list, and then his eyes stayed on the one on top, Acero Town.

His sharp, somewhat eerie eyes softened palpably, making Michael flinch in shock.

Kael, oblivious to the baffled stare, looked longingly at the list.

Could Naia be there?