Pain, so much pain!

  An agonizing, bone-deep pain spread throughout Zhang Yi's entire body.

  This wasn’t just a feeling—it was a brutal reality. At this very moment, he was being dismembered by the very friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. In this resource-scarce apocalypse, they didn’t hesitate to raise their butcher knives against him, completely disregarding his past kindness.

  In his final moments, he vaguely saw Fang Yuqing, the woman he had once idolized, standing at the back of the crowd. With a pitiful expression, she shouted, “I was the one who made him open the door! You have to leave me a piece of his ribs for soup!”

  It was this woman who had tricked Zhang Yi into opening his door, leading to his death.

  Zhang Yi stared at her, his eyes filled with hatred and regret.

  He could only blame himself for being too naive, too kind, which had led to him becoming food for others in this apocalyptic world.

  How he wished he could start over.

  If given another chance, he would never show mercy to anyone again. He would live only for himself!

  Zhang Yi’s vision soon darkened, and he lost consciousness.

  But in the next moment, his eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly from the couch.

  The hellish scene he had just experienced, the unbearable pain—it all felt so vivid.

  Zhang Yi gasped for air, his body drenched in sweat.

  “What’s going on? Wasn’t I just killed by those beastly neighbors?”

  After regaining his senses, he began to take in his surroundings.

  This place was familiar—it was his own home.

  The comfortable room temperature felt strangely out of place.

  Because in December 2050, Earth had been struck by a global ice age caused by a supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away.

  Global temperatures had plummeted, and in Tianhai City, where Zhang Yi lived, the daily temperature had dropped to -60 to -70°C. A month-long blizzard had buried the entire city.

  In northern parts of the country, temperatures had even reached a terrifying -100°C, burying the land under ice and snow.

  Mass extinctions had occurred, and over 95% of humanity had perished in the disaster.

  Zhang Yi stood up, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and gulped down half of it.

  Although the refrigerated water was cold, to him now, it tasted like the sweetest nectar.

  During the apocalypse, the only way to get water was to venture outside in the -60 to -70°C temperatures, dig up snow, and melt it—a task that often led to death by freezing.

  After finishing the water, Zhang Yi checked his phone.

  The date displayed was November 12th.

  There was exactly one month left before the apocalypse.

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  “It seems… I’ve been reborn.”

  Zhang Yi took a deep breath and quickly understood what had happened.

  That month-long experience couldn’t have been a dream, especially the excruciating pain of being dismembered—it had felt all too real.

  Zhang Yi looked up, feeling immense relief at having survived.

  At the same time, a sharp, icy glint flashed in his eyes.

  He remembered every single person who had betrayed and killed him.

  This time, he would live well and never show kindness to those beasts again.

  Moreover, while ensuring his own safety, he would make sure to exact brutal revenge on those scum!

  But for now, Zhang Yi needed to figure out how to survive the apocalypse that would arrive in one month.

  Zhang Yi’s living conditions were decent.

  His parents had passed away early, leaving him a 120-square-meter apartment in Tianhai City and over 2 million yuan in savings. In normal times, this would have been comfortable.

  But in the apocalypse, global resources would become scarce.

  With the money he had, he wouldn’t last long.

  To survive alone, he would need a massive stockpile of supplies.

  With the advantage of preparation, Zhang Yi didn’t just want to survive—he wanted to maintain a certain quality of life.

  Food, entertainment, and weapons were all essential. Otherwise, his mental health would collapse over time.

  Just then, a strand of white light appeared before Zhang Yi’s eyes.

  At first, he thought his right eye was playing tricks on him and rubbed it.

  But suddenly, a strange thought emerged in his mind—this white light was part of him.

  Zhang Yi focused his mind, and his consciousness instantly entered the white light.

  Inside, he found an enormous, blank, white space.

  Its size was immeasurable, filled only with vast emptiness.

  “Is this… an alternate dimension?”

  “It seems that after being reborn, I’ve gained some special abilities.”

  Zhang Yi felt a surge of joy.

  It appeared that the gamma radiation from the supernova had mutated his body, granting him extraordinary powers.

  With this massive space, storing supplies for the apocalypse would be incredibly convenient.

  But Zhang Yi wanted to test the limits of this space—how much it could hold and whether there were restrictions on what could be stored.

  He returned his consciousness to his room and began experimenting by storing household items.

  Starting with small objects like cups and basins, he easily stored them in the space.

  Then he moved on to larger items—TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, computers, air conditioners, and vacuum cleaners.

  The white space accepted them all without issue.

  Moreover, with just a thought, Zhang Yi could retrieve any item from the space.

  However, objects that were firmly attached or part of a larger structure, like a floor tile, couldn’t be stored.

  “There seem to be many rules to this alternate dimension. I’ll need to explore them gradually.”

  “But even with just this massive storage space, I can hoard an incredible amount of resources!”

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

  Zhang Yi worked as a supervisor at the South China warehouse of Walmart, the world’s largest supermarket chain.

  Walmart’s warehouses were stocked with everything one could need.

  In China, there were three mega-warehouses: Central China, South China, and North China.

  The South China warehouse, built in 2040, was particularly massive—1,500 meters long, 720 meters wide, and covering over a million square meters.

  It was hailed as the “Eighth Wonder of the World” by Walmart’s Greater China CEO.

  While the title was self-proclaimed, the South China warehouse’s size and storage capacity were indeed unparalleled.

  Its supplies could sustain several cities with millions of people for a week.

  In other words, if Zhang Yi could empty one of these warehouses into his space, he wouldn’t just have enough for a lifetime—he’d have enough for ten lifetimes!

  What’s more, Walmart’s strict quality control ensured that its warehouses were stocked with reputable brands, from food and daily necessities to luxury items.

  If Zhang Yi could empty a Walmart warehouse, not only would he never worry about supplies during the apocalypse, but he’d also live in luxury.

  As a warehouse supervisor, Zhang Yi knew every shelf, surveillance camera, and staff schedule like the back of his hand.

  Emptying the warehouse wouldn’t be difficult for him.

  With his plan set, Zhang Yi felt a sense of relief.

  “Gurgle—”

  Just then, his stomach growled in protest.

  Zhang Yi patted his belly and glanced at the takeout container of braised chicken rice on the table.

  After a moment of hesitation, he shook his head with a smile and decided against eating takeout.

  “In a month, it’ll be the apocalypse. I should enjoy all the delicious food I can now, or I’ll never get the chance again. Why be stingy with myself?”

  Having endured a month of cold and hunger, he was desperate for a hot, delicious meal.

  What was the point of saving money?

  Once the apocalypse hit, money would become worthless. It was better to spend it all now and not let it go to waste.

  With that thought, Zhang Yi turned around, ready to treat himself to a lavish meal at a high-end restaurant he had always been too frugal to visit.