Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

At Bai Xue Jiao’s headquarters, Yuan Kongye stood amidst the swirling snow, waiting for the triumphant return of her followers.

Draped in a pristine white ceremonial robe, her youthful and delicate face exuded an air of fragility. Yet her eyes burned with unwavering determination.

This battle had been a gamble for Bai Xue Jiao’s future. Only by joining forces with Zhang Yi to strike a decisive blow against the other major factions could they secure the breathing room they desperately needed to grow.

If Zhang Yi had failed to repel the allied forces, Bai Xue Jiao would have merely taken whatever scraps they could. But instead, they had emerged victorious, a triumph that promised either modest gains or a monumental shift in power.

From afar, dark silhouettes began to emerge through the storm.

Zheng Yixian led the survivors back, though their numbers had been halved. The sight of their reduced ranks caused unease among the gathered followers. This did not look like the procession of a victorious army.

But as Zheng Yixian approached, his face and the faces of his warriors bore expressions of pride.

Bowing before Yuan Kongye, Zheng Yixian announced, “Leader, we have succeeded. By the grace of the Snow God, we have achieved a great victory!”

“Chaoyu Base and Yangsheng Base have been dealt crippling blows, and they will no longer pose a threat to Bai Xue Jiao!”

His words sent waves of exhilaration through the assembled followers. Tears of joy filled many eyes as they embraced one another in celebration.

For far too long, Bai Xue Jiao had been oppressed by the larger factions. This victory marked a historic turning point.

A spark of light appeared in Yuan Kongye’s eyes as she stepped forward to lift Zheng Yixian from his bow.

“You’ve done well, Grand Priest. The gods will not forget your deeds,” she said, her tone warm yet resolute.

Zheng Yixian’s voice was solemn. “But many of our faithful have perished, including Fathers Lin Fei and Meng Ziyuan.”

The mention of the fallen Superhuman priests cast a somber shadow.

Yet Yuan Kongye’s smile remained gentle. She clasped her hands over her chest as if embracing unseen children.

“They have not left us. They have returned here. I can feel their presence,” she murmured.

“May every departed soul rest with the Snow God,” Zheng Yixian intoned reverently.

A flicker of something dark and powerful crossed Yuan Kongye’s eyes. “Now, nothing can hinder our expansion. The light of the Snow God will shine over every corner of Tianhai City!”

“And then across the nation, and eventually the world!”

“Snow God will reign as the one true deity, and Bai Xue Jiao will endure forever!”

The followers placed their right hands over their hearts and gazed skyward.

“Bai Xue Jiao will endure forever!”

Their fervent devotion shone like sunlight, seemingly capable of dispelling the coldest winter. With this conviction, they sought to spread their faith across the earth.

...

The Five-Army Battle had reshaped the power dynamics of Tianhai City.

Chaoyu Base and Yangsheng Base had been devastated, betrayed by Bai Xue Jiao and Qingfu Base. Their strength was shattered.

Though their central bases retained half their forces and resources, the loss of their elite warriors—especially Superhumans—was a wound that would take years to heal.

Their ability to expand was crippled, forcing them to consolidate and protect what little territory they still controlled.

Meanwhile, Bai Xue Jiao seized the moment. Their religious propaganda appealed to those struggling to survive in the apocalypse, offering hope and purpose. Many defected from other factions to join their ranks.

Zheng Yixian was careful not to overreach. He avoided Qingfu Base and Zhang Yi’s territory, targeting only the weakened areas of Chaoyu and Yangsheng Bases.

For now, Tianhai City’s balance of power was precarious. Zhang Yi’s resounding victory had earned him a reprieve, and no one dared challenge the Shelter.

The team inside the Shelter recovered quickly. Though the front-line fighters had sustained injuries, they were now healed enough to resume normal activities. Even Liang Yue, still wrapped in bandages, could move about freely.

There was a noticeable change in Liang Yue after the battle. Her hesitation and vulnerability had vanished, replaced by a calm indifference. She spoke little but carried an air of quiet acceptance.

Zhang Yi recognized the transformation immediately. He had felt the same way after his own rebirth. Great joys and sorrows often brought rapid growth.

The destruction of the surrounding villas left Zhang Yi with no choice but to invite Uncle You, Fatty Xu, and their families to live in the Shelter permanently.

Having shared numerous battles and forged deep trust, their fates were now intertwined. The Shelter offered them safety in an unpredictable world.

No one was happier about this arrangement than Zhou Haimei. As a woman in her forties, she adored the lively company and now spent her days cooking with Yang Siyah or playing cards with the younger women.

The Shelter was filled with warmth and laughter.

The men passed the time playing cards or video games, surrounded by bright lights and plentiful energy. In the apocalypse, the Shelter felt more like a luxury resort than a survival refuge.

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A few days later, as Zhang Yi sipped his morning coffee and gazed out the window, something felt off.

The snow-covered landscape stretched as far as the eye could see, pristine and untouched. Snowflakes continued to fall, varying in size and intensity.

“Something’s missing...” Zhang Yi muttered.

It was too clean.

His eyes widened as the realization hit him.

“The corpses. Where are all the corpses?”

The aftermath of the Five-Army Battle had left over a thousand bodies scattered across the battlefield. Now, not a single one remained.

Author’s Note