The man seemed startled as well, asking the woman what she was doing.
The woman replied, "I'm using my body heat to warm you up! If your limbs regain circulation too quickly, your heart won't be able to handle it—it'll stop beating!"
Seeming touched, the man asked how she knew about this.
When they hugged, Liu Hong had already turned away, but hearing this exchange, he found it somewhat familiar. He couldn't place where he had heard it at the moment, but he didn't dwell on it.
When the woman felt it was enough and pulled back, looking somewhat embarrassed, the man began putting his clothes back on. As he dressed, he muttered that it was actually quite warm in here.
Liu Hong chimed in with a dry tone, "How could it not be warm? Warm enough for the two of you to completely ignore my presence, huh?"
Liu Hong's sudden voice startled the young couple. They looked over toward him with nervous and suspicious expressions, and Liu Hong turned his head to glare back.
"What are you looking at? I was here first! The moment you walked in, you were all over each other, making it so awkward for me to even make a sound. You didn't even check if anyone else was in here! All lovey-dovey, saying, *'I'm using my body heat to warm you up~'* Pfft, as if romance is something only you two know how to do!"
The young couple flushed red with embarrassment, looking thoroughly sheepish. The boy looked like he wanted to say something, but bit his tongue.
By this time, Liu Hong couldn't be bothered with them. He put on his thick coat, wrapped himself up tightly, and prepared to head out. Staying here was certainly warmer, but it meant being completely cut off from what was happening outside. If another crisis struck, staying trapped here would leave him with zero chance of escape.
Seeing Liu Hong head out, the young couple felt too awkward to remain behind by themselves and followed him outside.
Out on the second-floor lobby, everyone was still lingering around. Liu Hong didn't stay on the second floor for long; instead, he walked up to the windowsill on the mezzanine to check the situation outside.
The seawater hadn't receded at all. Because the building was flooded, the library's heating was gradually shutting down. Without heat, the indoor temperature was plunging rapidly. Everyone fell silent, silently pulling on their thickest outerwear.
Liu Hong stared outside for a moment, debating whether he should venture out. But the temperature outside was far too low, and the water was bound to be freezing. With the water still a full story deep, stepping right into it would likely trigger immediate hypothermia.
Better to just sit tight and wait for rescue.
There were so many people here, and from the newspapers he'd glanced at earlier, this place was New York. In a city this massive, rescue was bound to come. He just wondered how efficient the rescue efforts in the United States were and how long they would take.
Liu Hong sat with his back against the mezzanine floor, having nothing to do but wait, giving him time to try and make sense of everything.
This morning, on his way home from grocery shopping, he had suddenly transmigrated. Then, without giving him a second to process it, a massive earthquake followed by a tsunami had killed him.
And then he had transmigrated back.
Liu Hong was well aware of transmigration; he read enough web novels that the trope had been beaten to death. But transmigration twice in a single day was simply out of the question! Not even the chosen ones got treatment like that!
Suddenly, a relatively new genre that had gained traction in recent years popped into his head—Quick Transmigration!
No way! Please don't let me run into that! This is getting ridiculous!
Quick transmigration usually came with missions! But he was broke, powerless, and couldn't even support himself! You expect *him* to do quick transmigration?!
Since this was quick transmigration and he had crossed over, where was his mission?! Where was the system? Where was the Lord God?
Well, the Lord God was better off absent; that entity was far too exhausting and terrifying. Working like an unpaid laborer to death was a raw deal.
Liu Hong wrrained his brain, trying to recall the details of his transmigrations.
The first time, he had indeed blacked out completely. The second time, he had just eaten a cup of instant noodles, read a text message, and done absolutely nothing special!
Right—when he transmigrated, a white light had flashed from his left hand.
His left hand?
Liu Hong raised his left hand, turning it over and over, inspecting it closely. There was nothing special about it! None of the birthmarks, tattoos, or moles mentioned in novels! Besides, if his left hand caused trouble, his right hand was the one that deserved to be shunned and blamed!
Liu Hong raised both hands, flipping them back and forth. There really was nothing unusual about them.
Just then, the sound of a barking dog echoed from downstairs. A homeless man had brought a dog into the library, and the beast was now barking furiously in Liu Hong's direction. The homeless man was trying to soothe the animal, coaxing it to shut up.
Seeing the dog persistently barking at him, Liu Hong even raised a hand to check his head, wondering if something about him was amiss.
Suddenly, a violent, screeching crack echoed from outside the window.
Unsure of what was happening, Liu Hong panicked slightly and quickly stood up to see what had caused such a deafening sound.
Please, no more disasters. Natural calamities were terrifying enough; if they overlapped, there truly would be no way out.
He looked up toward the window. Heavy snow was swirling through the air outside.
The sound didn't seem to come from this side. Moments later, everyone began rushing toward the front entrance, and Liu Hong followed, eager to see what was going on.
A large ship was cruising in from the left, moving slowly through the crowded streets. It passed the front entrance and continued forward.
As Liu Hong watched the scene unfold before him, a suffocating wave of familiarity washed over him.
Suddenly, another tremendous screeching groan rang out from outside. The ship seemed to catch on something and ground to a halt right in the street before the library. Looking out through a side window, it appeared to be wedged between the library and the adjacent building, blocked by some unknown obstruction.
Liu Hong looked at the ship parked right before his eyes, then turned his gaze back to the Black man holding the dog and the young couple from earlier.
An unbelievable thought took shape in his mind.
As hard as it was to believe, the reality was right in front of him.
It seemed he was currently inside a movie world—and the name of this movie was *The Day After Tomorrow*!
Did he actually run into the Lord God?!
Was the last round just a trial run?! And because he failed, he got a make-up exam?!
Could anyone ever make it back out of the Lord God's domain alive?!
What on earth was going on with him? Who was the person he had replaced? And where had that person gone?
Did anyone even survive in this movie at the library?
Wasn't this movie followed by a Super Freeze?!
Liu Hong's head felt fit to burst with one question after another, but he forced himself to calm down and carefully recall the details of the film.
He remembered the movie was about global warming causing glaciers to melt, which somehow ultimately plunged the world into a new ice age. He couldn't remember the exact mechanics; he hadn't even watched it in a theater, just once on his computer, and that was over a decade ago.
It was only these shocking, impactful scenes that had jogged his memory.
Liu Hong stared fixedly at the young couple who had just changed their clothes. In this storyline, the young man was the protagonist, whose father would eventually come to rescue him, leading to their escape by helicopter. However, the ending showed plenty of people surviving on top of high-rise buildings, so the survival rate in this film should be fairly decent.
As long as he stayed indoors just like them, he should be fine.
But if this transmigration meant entering a movie world, then the previous one must have been the same. He had watched plenty of films, but he really hadn't gotten much of an impression from the last one.
Before he could even react, the earthquake had struck. Then came the tsunami; Liu Hong hadn't had a single second to observe his surroundings. With too many earthquakes and tsunamis in films and no critical evidence or landmark scenes, he truly couldn't figure out which movie it had been.
Better not to dwell on that for now. The priority was to survive this movie first.
Freezing to death was definitely not a pleasant experience.