Over the past four years, the Disaster Bell had never rung during the summer or autumn harvests. As a result, eighty percent of these migrant workers had no idea it even existed.
Only the boastful social butterflies who frequently mingled with the locals understood its purpose and significance.
"A disaster is coming!"
In the final seconds, many people tried to grab their pagers to communicate. But when they did, they discovered that the city guards' jammers had already blocked the communication frequencies. Only chaotic static buzzed in their ears.
Clearly, Heaven's Origin had received the disaster information long ago. They had even made preventative preparations in advance, simply choosing not to inform the outsiders.
"Damn it!"
Having lost their only means of communication, everyone felt like isolated islands thrown back to the early days of the wasteland. Uncontrollable fear welled up in their hearts.
