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I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse

In the second year of the apocalypse, Du Yue died alone, killed by apathy and exposure to extreme weather. Somehow, she opened her eyes to find herself not only alive, but also back when it was three months before the apocalypse. Despite the surprise, she thought about the upcoming disasters and upheavals. First, it was the fog that carried a virus that stayed for a month. Then, global temperatures rose to over 120 degrees, evaporating most of the world's water and melting all the icebergs. After that were level-10 earthquakes, cyclones, tsunamis, permanent eclipse, and avid rain... and that was not all, because after global warming, came global freezing. As temperatures dropped to below negative fifty, the savagery humans displayed was far worse than any imagined horrors like zombies! Knowing what was coming, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, French fries, spaghetti, and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she was a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse! Having thought of the apocalypse, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, french fries, spaghetti and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she is a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse!

Struggle · 综合
分數不夠
620 Chs

Virgin Mary

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

The man's eyes were slightly red, but he stubbornly did not shed tears. In addition, as a father, his sincere and pitiful words would make anyone who saw this scene have sympathy. When the man knelt in front of them and spoke, many people around them looked over.

Before Du Yue and the other two could speak, someone could not help but say, "Yeah, if you have the ability, help him. He's really pitiful! I really don't have any extra food. If I had any, I'd definitely give it to him. His child is only seven years old. He has not had enough to eat or wear since he was born. He's too pitiful. The more I think about it, the more of a pity I think it is."

As soon as this person finished speaking, the other onlookers could not help but echo, "That's right! It's fine if we adults are hungry, but the children are really too pitiful! If you have the ability, you should help! It's really just a meal. It won't affect you guys!"