Hyperthermal Hell || Apocalypse Paradise #1 [Complete]

102: Meanwhile, on Land

It was that time of the day when the sunlight was strongest. The ground had countless deep cracks, and the air was filled with dust and sand accompanied by the vicious heat, making breathing so difficult that it felt like one would die of suffocation the very next moment.

Most survivors would typically look for a shady shelter and sleep during these hours; they would not act like the survivors here. About twenty to thirty people sat directly under the sun around a white tent, clearly enduring the torturous heat.

Even though all of them were sweating profusely and were visibly suffering, for some reason, none of them showed any sign of standing up to leave. They all sat under the sun earnestly, throwing a glance at the white tent every now and then.

The tent's height reached that of a man. It was made of heat-resistant material, so it was definitely very cool inside. The entrance of the tent was tightly shut.

"Pretentious guy, he sure knows how to put up a show. It's so hot, I could die."

Something with a cultured appearance let out a soft complaint from beside a young man's thigh. The young man quickly held the thing that was speaking in his gray mittens, which had clearly been altered from socks. "Don't cause any trouble! If they hear us, we're finished," he rebuked softly.

A rabbit's head popped out from his palms. B. Rabbit, whose fur was still covered with the little pink carrot symbols, clicked his tongue in a disgruntled manner.

"Damn it. It's just a shitty ability. How dare he act like a tyrant..." he grumbled.

Hu Changzai felt the same way, but unlike the unruly rabbit, he continued sitting upright and proper.

After sitting under the intense sun for quite some time, there was suddenly some movement from the tent. There was the sound of rustling clothes followed by heavy breathing sounds. A slight commotion arose among the people sitting outside the tent before everyone lowered their heads as if they had not heard anything.

After about ten minutes, the entrance of the tent opened, and a woman with a flushed face walked out. She pulled up the zipper of her mini skirt with one of her hands before stepping out. The moment she came out, a person aptly said, "Miss Meihua, has Mr. Ark woken from his afternoon nap?"

With her dewy eyes, the woman called Meihua looked at the person speaking. "Mr. Ark has just woken up. He's a little thirsty. Anyone who can provide Mr. Ark with some fresh fruits may enter the tent to get a visa."

The twenty to thirty people outside the tent were stunned, including Hu Changzai.

In the past, getting fresh fruits would be effortless, but now, they were in Hyperthermal Hell...

"Miss Meihua, as you know, we can't store fresh fruits here. What about juice? I have quite a few flavors with me," a middle-aged man immediately said.

Fruit juice was the best option available in such a situation. The others in the group only had some bottles of mineral water. Thus, no one spoke for a while. Meihua re-entered the tent without saying a word. She poked her head out after some time. "The person with the juice may enter!"

The middle-aged man entered the tent with a pleased expression. But that was to be expected since this consular officer with the surname Ark was known to charge a lot for his visas. The man definitely got a good deal by being able to get a visa for only a few bottles of juice.

"I wonder what he will ask of us." Hu Changzai sighed softly, feeling a little worried. "We only have a few presentable special items."

Meihua walked over to him, holding a small booklet in her hand. She gestured to him with her chin. "Hey you, how many visas are you applying for?"