Doomsday disaster: Start by building a shelter.

Chapter 355 The World After the Internet Disappears
Australia.

What was once a desert and Gobi is now the heart of a vast, boundless ice and snow plain.

A howling wind, carrying a few scattered icicles, swept past a steel barrier that vaguely revealed its imposing presence.

Beneath the walls.

A brightly lit private sanctuary, exuding luxury in every detail.

Viley, a top billionaire in Australia before the apocalypse.

Alone in the equipment room, I inspected the communication equipment. After confirming once again that it was intact and still functioning normally, I...

My mood didn't improve at all; in fact, it became even more irritable.

This means that a network outage is no longer just a minor problem that he can fix.

Rather, it is more likely to be a catastrophe that occurs in the distant heavens and on another continent.

The chances of it recovering are probably close to zero.

"Damn it."

Overwhelmed by his terrible mood, Willie couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

With nowhere to vent.

He habitually turned on a rock song he often listened to and played it at maximum volume.

The rhythmic music instantly filled the room, then drifted outside through the half-open door.

The noise woke up Willy's wife, Ruth, who was still resting.

"Honey, what happened?"

Ruth appeared in the doorway, still half asleep, and asked in a slightly groggy voice.

"We've lost contact with the outside world."

Vili looked somewhat dejected.

"Loss of contact?"

This familiar word, associated with some unpleasant memories, immediately jolted Ruth awake.

She tentatively asked with a cautious expression.

Is there a malfunction in our communication equipment?

"I wish that were the case."

Willy shook his head bitterly, extinguishing his wife's glimmer of hope.

"Isn't this a problem on our end?"

The light in Ruth's eyes dimmed instantly.

She bit her lip and didn't say anything more.

She simply stepped forward and silently embraced her husband.

We snuggled together, listening to rock music played out loud.

But this music, which had once brought them much courage and comfort, now seemed, for some reason, to be as constant as the howling wind outside the shelter.

The chilling coldness seeps into your bones, like the backdrop of a horror story.

This day was significant for them.

The whole world seemed to be enveloped in boundless loneliness and darkness.

Perhaps, there will never be a tomorrow.

North America.

Federal central city cluster.

Evan, the neighborhood logistics manager, who had just finished his lunch break, walked into the office with a cup of hot coffee.

I habitually sit down at my desk and open social media to see what news has come out today.

However, no valid information could be loaded onto the screen.

There is only a network outage message.

"Has it been cut off?"

Evan paused for a moment, then sighed silently.

Because his brother works at an intelligence information center, he has access to far more information channels than the average person.

I know that the Eastern Continent is experiencing an unprecedented continental shelf-level mega-earthquake.

The shelter responsible for maintaining the new internet was located at the epicenter of the earthquake. Its fate of being destroyed was inevitable sooner or later.

However, despite having made preparations in advance.

But when the moment actually arrived, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

There is no internet.

He didn't even know how to kill time.

Shaking his head, he turned off the computer, feeling bored.

Evan took a sip of his coffee and turned to look out the office window.

The streets outside the window, belonging to the shelter, remained bustling.

Countless pedestrians thronged the area, resembling a bustling shopping mall before the apocalypse.

But for some reason, at this moment, Evan felt strangely out of place with those people.

Ordinary residents do not have sufficient privileges to log in to the federal government's internal network.

He can usually only be contacted through social networking sites.

Now, all the mediums through which we came into contact with this have disappeared.

The barrier between them will most likely only grow thicker and thicker.

Xizhou.

Venus's Holy City Refuge.

A girl with brilliant blonde hair and a face as exquisite as an angel sculpture.

I prayed silently in the prayer room.

She wore a simple, coarse cloth monk's robe, without any superfluous decorations. She looked like a devout ascetic.

But her noble and pure temperament also makes her exude amazing charm at all times.

It is hard to ignore.

A soft knock sounded, and a young maid tiptoed in.

Then he bent down and whispered his report to the girl.

“Miss Alicia, we have just lost contact with the outside world once again.”

"Everyone is very uneasy."

Alicia looked up when she heard this, her delicate face showing neither joy nor sorrow.

"Have all channels been lost?"

"For the time being, we can still contact some of the shelters in the distance via radio."

"However, their situation is similar to ours. They can no longer access the internet."

The young maid gave a detailed report, her expression and tone somewhat nervous.

That stemmed from anxiety about the future.

She had no desire to go back to that isolated life.

Just thinking about the oppressive and lifeless atmosphere inside the shelter made her heart pound.

"I see."

Alicia lowered her gaze slightly and gave the instructions softly.

"Inform Father Roan that I will discuss this matter with them later."

The young maid bowed slightly in response and then quietly left.

Only the girl was left behind.

We remained in the prayer room.

Has the Lord abandoned us?

Alicia resumed her prayer posture, her breathing still soft and even, but her eyes showed weariness and wavering.

The faith that was once strong may no longer be so effective in the face of dire circumstances.

Valhalla, an outer space station.

On one side of the corridor, there are beautiful, crystal-clear floor-to-ceiling windows.

A colossal celestial body silently floats in the dark vacuum.

Bathed in the dim light emanating from the corridor, Sylvia gazed quietly at the celestial bodies outside the window.

From here, you can clearly see that area belonging to the Eastern Continent.

The earth and clouds were shaking violently.

The terrain is constantly changing.

It makes it easy to imagine the earth-shattering geological disaster that is happening there at this very moment.

Sylvia had been here for several hours, her mood remaining extremely low.

This is not just because she can no longer access the internet that connects billions of people.

She also completely lost contact with a friend she knew.

That friend's shelter has now sunk deep underground, its fate unknown.

Perhaps, we will never meet again.

For the first time, the young girl felt the closeness of life and death.

So, in the end.

"Will only those of us who stayed in outer space survive?"

The girl hugged her knees with both arms, her expression showing unusual loneliness and sadness.

And just then.

Sylvia suddenly noticed, almost inadvertently, that the network signal that had disappeared a few hours earlier was showing a faint response again.

She blinked her beautiful eyes and hesitantly took out her phone.

(End of this chapter)