Chapter 392 Old Classmate
Neil proposed a very bold idea.
There seemed to be flames burning fiercely in his eyes.
It was the long-accumulated anger of revenge!
Since the apocalypse, the Snowfall Cult had been struggling to survive in the cracks.
From the weak cult it started as, it had grown into a large cult with thousands of followers.
But even so, they were still often oppressed by the heavily armed base organizations.
So, Neil was always waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on them!
Steven's appearance made him see the possibility of revenge.
Natasha slowly walked to his side, her gaze calm yet scrutinizing. "Team up with Steven and go head-to-head with the other three? That's playing with fire. We've got no clue how strong his team actually is. If we bet wrong, we're throwing ourselves into an early war with the others. Not exactly our best move." She took a slow breath, her voice softening. "We need time. A lot of it."
But Neil didn't think so.
"This is a trial," he said firmly. "If we pass on this, we'll never find another team like Steven's—strong enough to take on the base orgs and already in their crosshairs. If West Mountain gets carved up by them again, we're screwed. Things will only get worse."
Neil thought of the recent attacks on Snowfall Cult by Emberwick Base and Silverlake Base, and his brows furrowed deeply.
Now, they couldn't face another attack from strong enemies.
They still needed time, a lot of time to develop the strength of Snowfall Cult.
"A trial?" Natasha looked at him intently. "But what if the trial fails?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Neil's lips. He leaned close to Natasha's ear and whispered a few words.
A light slowly appeared in Natasha's eyes, and she nodded with a smile. "If that's the case, it's a good plan. We can minimize the risk."
The next day, Jordan was called to the church by Natasha.
She took out a small wooden box from her pocket and handed it to Jordan.
"Jordan," she said coolly, "this time I have a big job for you—it's about the future of the Snowfall Cult. Don't screw it up. The Snow God's counting on you!"
Jordan took the wooden box. He didn't need to look to know what was inside.
But the weight in his hand was clearly not just one.
His expression was a bit stunned. This kind of thing would cause a great physical burden for Natasha.
Even the human embodiment of the Snow God couldn't keep making it.
And this time, Natasha gave him two at once. What kind of task was this?
Jordan bowed to Natasha, "I will not disappoint the Snow God and Ms. Carter's expectations! But what do you need me to do this time?"
Natasha looked down at the old man in the gray robe. "I need you to go to Emerald Estate and give these two items to Steven. And tell him about the sincerity of our Snowfall Cult!"
The waiting process was undoubtedly a bit nerve-wracking.
Steven and his team knew that the people from West Mountain Base and Silverlake Base would come sooner or later.
But they didn't know exactly when or in what form the attack would come.
Fortunately, they had already prepared all the defensive measures, and everyone had been assigned combat tasks.
So even if a war broke out suddenly, they wouldn't be caught off guard.
But just waiting like this inevitably made them a bit anxious and restless.
To clear his head, Steven hit the gym in the basement every day to practice his moves.
After training with Lily for a while, he'd picked up some solid combat skills.
Paired with his supernatural ability, unless he ran into a Psychic who was a close-combat beast, Steven was pretty much untouchable.
His acceleration was just plain OP.
As for Lily herself, she had slowly recovered from the heavy blow.
Although her mental state still didn't look good and she remained very depressed, she no longer had the previous impulse to take a knife and seek revenge at Emberwick Base.
Instead, after learning that Emberwick Base was about to bring troops to attack, she wiped her broadsword in her room every day.
Everyone could see that Lily needed a brutal slaughter to ease her inner emotions.
This was a good thing for Steven.
In his eyes, Lily was a good sword, now tempered and ready to be sharpened with the enemy's blood.
And on this night, an unexpected message broke the current tranquility.
Steven's phone popped up with a message, a Penguin notification.
This left Steven extremely surprised.
Although his phone was always logged into Penguin, he hadn't used it for a long, long time.
Since the apocalypse, no one had used this social software to send him messages.
After all, in the adult world, it's rare to use it for chatting.
By 2050, Penguin, like Facebook, had become one of the most important civilian communication software in the United States.
Therefore, even when the apocalypse came, their servers were well protected and did not collapse.
This was to ensure that ordinary people had a means of communication.
Steven was very curious. Could this pop-up possibly be a spam ad ?
His phone had been modified into a satellite phone with very advanced security measures, so he wasn't worried about anyone using it to release a virus.
So Steven opened his phone. Instead of directly clicking on the message, he went to the main interface of Penguin to see who had sent the message.
It turned out to be a friend he hadn't contacted in years.
Francis Nelson.
Steven couldn't help but frown and recall.
This was his classmate from elementary and middle school. They used to live in the same old neighborhood.
Their relationship wasn't particularly close, but they had been classmates for three years and often played together.
However, Francis's grades were not ideal, and he later went to another school.
Later, Steven moved with his parents to a new home in Sunshine Community and hadn't seen him much since.
He only heard that Francis later became a steelworker in a factory.
"He's still alive! Looks like he's pretty tough too," Steven muttered, squinting at Francis's message: [Steven, long time no see!]
Steven paced back and forth in the living room with his phone.
In such a tense moment, the sudden appearance of a long-lost Francis was puzzling.
This wasn't the early days of the apocalypse.
Francis showing up now had to mean something—it wasn't just about scrounging for supplies.
Maybe surviving this long had softened him up, making him nostalgic for an old face.
Steven thought for a moment and decided to reply: [Long time no see. How you doing?]
[No way! It's really you! You're still kicking! Who knew you'd blow up like this!] Francis replied, tossing in a few laughing emojis.
Then another message popped up: [I'm doing pretty damn good myself. Landed this gig as director of the biggest steel plant in Starlight City. Not too shabby, huh?]
Francis's words were filled with an indescribable excitement.
But after reading his message, Steven suddenly felt something was off.
Wasn't the largest steel plant in Starlight City the Frostwood Base Steel Plant?
Francis became the director there?
His eyes narrowed, sharp as a blade, and he fired back: [So, you're the Captain of Frostwood Base now?]
After a beat, Francis replied: [Man, typing's a pain. You know I'm not exactly Mr. Scholar. Let's just hop on a call!]
With that, a voice call request from Francis came through.
Steven's eyebrows furrowed.
He had no contact with Frostwood Base, let alone any grudges.
If Francis was really the Captain of Frostwood Base, what was his purpose in contacting him?
No matter what, he had to finish the conversation to find out.
Steven sat on the couch and pressed the green call button. "Francis, long time no see."
A booming laugh crackled through the speaker: "Haha! Steven, man, it's been forever! It's really you! Never thought you'd climb the ladder like this, taking down West Mountain Base and all! But I'm holding my own too—got the Frostwood Steel Plant under my thumb now!"
Francis said a lot, clearly quite excited.
This made Steven recall him.
The old Francis had no distinctive features, an ordinary appearance, short stature, and a face always covered in acne.
Because his grades were not good, he always sat at the back of the classroom.
Steven's relationship with him was okay back then.
Among boys, they would go out to play ball after class, and that's how they got to know each other.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Steven wouldn't have believed that the honest and simple guy could become a dominant figure in Starlight City!
Holding his phone, Steven smiled faintly, "Isn't the Captain of Frostwood Base named Sebastian? What, did you change your name?"
Sebastian laughed, "I thought the name Francis wasn't imposing enough, couldn't intimidate people, so I changed it! Listen, doesn't the name Sebastian sound mighty?"
A smile tugged at the corner of Steven's mouth.
A person who gains confidence by changing their name often indicates a deep-seated insecurity.
According to the information Steven had, Sebastian possessed a very powerful Supernatural ability, which was the basis of his successful power grab.
He could understand Francis's mindset.
"Tell me, why did you suddenly contact me? What do you want to talk about?"
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