1.In the wake of the apocalypse, I was reborn.

Agony, an agony too immense!

The searing pain consumed Zhang Yi entirely.

It wasn't merely a sensation; it was a tangible reality, etched into his being.

In this moment, his so-called friends and neighbors, people he had once trusted and aided, greedily carved him up.

In this post-apocalyptic era of scarcity, they disregarded his past help, brandishing their knives without a second thought.

In his final moments, he glimpsed the one he once held as a goddess, Fang Yuqing, standing behind the mob, crying out desperately, "I'm the one who asked him to open the door! You have to save a piece of rib for me to make soup!"

This woman, she lured him to open the door, and in doing so, condemned him.

Zhang Yi's gaze pierced her, brimming with hatred and regret.

If blame was to be assigned, it fell squarely on his own naivety, his excessive kindness, that had rendered him meat for these beasts.

How he wished for a chance to start anew.

In that future, he would not extend mercy to anyone; he would live solely for himself.

Zhang Yi's vision darkened abruptly, consciousness slipping away.

However, the next moment, his eyes snapped open, and he jolted upright from the couch.

The hellish scene he had just experienced, the excruciating pain, remained vivid in his mind.

Gasping for breath, Zhang Yi found himself drenched in sweat, his body convulsing.

"What's happening? Wasn't I killed by those savage neighbors?"

As he regained his senses, Zhang Yi began to take in his surroundings.

The place wasn't unfamiliar—it was his own house.

The comfortable ambient temperature puzzled him greatly.

Because, in December of the year 2050, Earth suffered the impact of a supernova explosion five hundred thousand light-years away, ushering in a global Cambrian storm.

Global temperatures plummeted, and even in Tianhai City, where Zhang Yi lived, the daily temperature was around minus sixty to seventy degrees Celsius. Snowstorms raged for a month, submerging the entire city.

It was said that in the northern reaches of China, temperatures plummeted to terrifying lows of over negative one hundred degrees Celsius, burying the land beneath layers of ice and snow.

Mass extinctions wiped out various species, and over ninety-five percent of humans perished in this catastrophe.

Zhang Yi rose and fetched a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping down more than half in one go.

Though the refrigerated water was chilling, it was nectar to him now.

In this post-apocalyptic era, the only way to get water was to venture out into the frigid temperatures of minus sixty to seventy degrees Celsius, digging through snow to melt it.

Such labor easily led to freezing death.

After drinking the water, Zhang Yi checked his phone.

The display showed the date "November 12th."

A whole month until doomsday.

"It seems I've been reborn."

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yi quickly grasped what had occurred.

The experiences of that month couldn't have been a dream, especially that excruciating dismemberment—it was far too real.

Zhang Yi looked up, overwhelmed with gratitude for his second chance after the apocalypse.

Simultaneously, a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes.

He remembered all too well those who had killed him.

In this life, he was determined to survive and would not show kindness to those animals again.

But in the next moment, Zhang Yi began contemplating how to prepare for the apocalypse.

His parents had passed away when he was young, and he inherited a 120-square-meter apartment in Tianhai City.

He also had over two million yuan in savings, which seemed fairly comfortable in ordinary times.

However, with the advent of the apocalypse, the world's resources would experience a great shortage.

With just the money he had, he wouldn't be able to sustain himself for long.

After all, surviving alone required a massive amount of resources.

Zhang Yi not only wanted to survive, but he also aimed to maintain a certain quality of life.

Food, entertainment, all needed to be balanced; otherwise, prolonged strain could lead to mental collapse.

At this moment, a ray of white light suddenly appeared before Zhang Yi's eyes.

Thinking his eyes were playing tricks, he rubbed them.

But then, a strange thought surged in his mind.

It seemed as though the white light was a part of him, and information about the white light appeared in his mind.

With a thought, Zhang Yi's consciousness entered the white light.

What he found inside was a vast expanse of white.

The area was unknown, just endless white.

"This is... a different space?"

"It seems that after my rebirth, I've acquired some special abilities."

Zhang Yi's heart rejoiced.

The gamma-ray burst must have granted him unique powers.

With this enormous space, storing supplies for the apocalypse became much easier.

However, Zhang Yi wanted to know how much this space could hold and whether there were any restrictions on what he could store.

His consciousness returned to his room, and he began attempting to place household items into the space.

Starting with cups and basins, they slipped in easily.

Zhang Yi then tried larger appliances.

TV, refrigerator, washing machine, computer, air conditioner, vacuum cleaner.

The white space accepted them all, indiscriminately.

Moreover, with a single thought, Zhang Yi could retrieve items from the space.

Zhang Yi was ecstatic.

"With this enormous space, I can stockpile vast resources!"

He licked his lips, a bold plan forming in his mind.

Zhang Yi's job was as a manager in Walmart's Southern China regional warehouse.

As the world's largest supermarket chain, Walmart possessed an array of goods.

In China, they had three gigantic warehouses: Central, Southern, and Northern.

The stock in these warehouses could easily support millions of people in several cities for a week.

In other words, if Zhang Yi emptied one of these warehouses and transported everything into his space...

Then, he wouldn't just have enough for a lifetime; he'd be set for countless lifetimes!

The best part was that Walmart's warehouses didn't contain low-quality goods. Whether it was food, general merchandise, or luxury items, they were all top-notch brands.

The quality was guaranteed.

If Zhang Yi managed to clear out one of Walmart's warehouses, he'd be living better than a god, whether it was during doomsday or any other time!

As a warehouse manager, Zhang Yi was intimately familiar with every shelf, surveillance system, and employee schedule.

Emptying a warehouse wouldn't pose any difficulty to him.

Once he had made up his mind, Zhang Yi felt significantly more at ease.

"Gurgle~"

Just then, his stomach protested with a growl.

Zhang Yi touched his belly and glanced at the takeout he had bought.

Without hesitation, he picked up the takeout and tossed it into the trash bin.

"In a month, it'll be doomsday. I need to enjoy all the good food while I can, or I might not get another chance."

What was the point of hoarding money?

After the world's end, money would be worthless paper. It was better to spend it all now rather than let it go to waste.

With a carefree turn, Zhang Yi was ready to head to a Michelin three-star restaurant and indulge in a hearty meal.