Ryan stepped outside just to feel the rain and wind force before quickly retreating back into the building's hallway.
He didn't need to jump into the vast ocean just yet; every extra second he could stay here was a second to be cherished.
"Survival time."
This survival timer would automatically appear with just a thought from Ryan, lasting only five seconds before slowly fading away.
When Ryan summoned the survival time, he noticed a change.
"The minimum survival time is [23:49:14]."
Ryan looked at the string of bright red numbers for a moment. When the last number changed from 14 to 13, he realized it was the countdown to the final 24 hours.
Ryan took a deep breath, and his eyes became more determined than ever before at this moment.
As the countdown gradually faded away, Ryan stopped thinking about it and focused instead on how to survive these last 24 hours.
He knew very well that the more he paid attention to his survival time, the more anxious he would become.
It wouldn't help him survive any longer; instead, it would only add psychological pressure. So, he decided to focus on the most important thing at hand.
Ryan sat on the stairs and began to think.
He had a lifebuoy and food with him, so even if he ended up in the water, he should be able to drift for a day.
What Ryan was most worried about was that this damn game would throw some more curveballs at him in the water, like sharks, piranhas, or crocodiles.
Ryan pondered for a moment, then went downstairs and put an assault rifle that was placed in the aisle on his back.
He hadn't wanted to carry it before because he thought it would be too much to take, and bullets would be significantly hindered by water resistance, reducing their range and power.
But now, just in case, he decided to take the gun with him, even if it meant carrying a bit more.
After Ryan returned to the roof, he checked the things he was carrying and ensured all the supplies were not in danger of falling off. Then he sat on the steps and waited quietly.
An hour passed quickly, and the water downstairs had risen to Ryan's feet and was still rising.
Ryan still didn't go outside but stood at the exit.
It was better to stand here than be blown around by the raging waves outside and drift aimlessly. Every second he could delay was a second gained.
As long as this place wasn't completely submerged, Ryan had no intention of leaving.
When the countdown showed [22:19:31], the water had risen to Ryan's neck.
He knew it was time to leave; otherwise, it would have been tough to go through the exit later.
He stepped onto the ground and went through the exit to the outside world, but it wasn't easy again.
A huge wave crashed over him as soon as he came out, soaking him thoroughly.
His body was also uncontrollably washed into the boundless ocean by the huge waves.
The torrential rain pounded his face, and the hurricane-force winds blew his eyes shut. He could only let himself be carried by the current.
Ryan felt that he was no different from a leaf in a typhoon. Under such a mighty force, he could not resist and could only passively accept the arrangement of fate.
Fortunately, the water had already risen to a height of over 400 meters, submerging the entire city. Anything that could float on the surface had been washed away over the past month, so there weren't any random objects like iron sheets or branches floating around.
Otherwise, if Ryan collided with something like that on the water's surface, he would likely be seriously injured or even killed. Ryan drifted aimlessly for several hours.
Not looking at the specific time because the more he looked at it, the more anxious he would become.
Although he didn't know how many hours had passed, he could already feel a wave of fatigue coming over him, and his arms holding the lifebuoy were beginning to feel sore.
Ryan continued to hold on. When physically and mentally exhausted, he seemed to feel a ray of light appearing in this dark world.
Ryan was momentarily stunned as he looked up at the sky.
A ray of light pierced through the darkness in the rolling dark clouds, illuminating the entire world.
The sun had come out!
Ryan's spirits were immediately lifted. He hadn't seen the sun in nearly two months.
Although the storm was still raging, the light motivated Ryan.
Ryan looked at the sun in the sky, and his mood improved.
He pulled himself together, took out food and water from the waterproof bag, and quickly ate a few mouthfuls. Only then did he feel better.
"Survival time."
"[10:48:17]"
Ryan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that 10 hours had already passed.
He glanced at the boundless ocean and didn't know where he was drifting to.
But after a brief pause, Ryan's gaze suddenly hardened, and as he turned to look behind him, he caught sight of a three-story yacht!
It was within visible range, and he was currently drifting in that direction.
Ryan couldn't help but feel pleasantly delighted. He didn't expect to encounter a yacht.
Though he was not too surprised, many luxury yachts were docked in Fallford Bay, and after the floodwaters rose, these yachts naturally began drifting on the water's surface with the waves.
Ryan immediately used his hands and feet to constantly adjust the direction of the lifebuoy, preparing to move towards the yacht.
After being in the water for over ten hours, Ryan felt like his lower body was going numb, especially his arms, which had been holding the lifebuoy, and his physical strength was already starting to give out.
At this moment, he could feel a wave of exhaustion washing over him, and his eyes were constantly trying to close.
As long as he could board that yacht, surviving the remaining ten hours shouldn't be too difficult.
As if a surge of energy had coursed through him, Ryan paddled towards the yacht with every ounce of his remaining strength.
Although the wind and waves were strong at this moment, Ryan was going in the same direction as them, so he didn't have to exert too much effort to adjust his position.
Seven or eight minutes later, Ryan crashed into the yacht.
He had the lifebuoy to cushion the impact, so he was unharmed.
He grabbed the edge of the yacht with great joy and moved slowly towards the boarding area at the stern.
When Ryan finally climbed onto the yacht through the stern, he collapsed onto the ground, leaning against the yacht as he began to gasp for breath.
But just after resting for a while, Ryan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He turned back in astonishment and looked towards the second floor of the yacht, where a huge white wolf suddenly appeared!