He flipped through the nearby crates with a complicated expression, growing more and more shocked.
“Sleds, snow goggles, heat packs, hand-crank generators, compressed biscuits… and this many grain seeds and winter survival supplies! These are not things ordinary civilians could stockpile!”
Fu Shihan turned to Huo Sinian, his tone serious.
“Has the information been leaked? Otherwise, why would someone specifically deliver winter supplies here?”
Huo Sinian’s gaze swept across the supplies. A glint flashed in his dark eyes. Suddenly, he remembered something Liu You had subtly asked him some time ago.
“Have you heard this year will be an extreme winter?”
At that time, weather anomalies had only just been reported on the news. Ordinary people would never associate it with something as severe as a “harsh winter.”
“Perhaps… there are other reincarnators,” Huo Sinian said.
His voice was low and magnetic, but completely devoid of warmth—like ice beads striking jade, crisp and chilling.
“Other reincarnators?” Fu Shihan’s expression turned solemn instantly. “If that’s true, things just got much more complicated.”
“It’s a good thing,” Huo Sinian said calmly.
He bent down and picked up the note. The paper felt rough between his fingers, yet the handwriting was bold and unrestrained.
He folded it and slipped it into his coat pocket.
“The more civilians we can keep alive, the more strength we’ll have against the apocalypse. Have people move the supplies in and carefully register everything.”
Fu Shihan nodded and went to organize the soldiers.
At that moment, a snowflake slowly drifted down, landing on Huo Sinian’s shoulder and melting instantly into water. Then another… and another.
In just a few minutes, heavy snow swept across S City. The entire world turned white.
A weather alert popped up on a phone screen:
Today’s lowest temperature: -10°C. Some northeastern regions have dropped to -30°C. Cold wave warning upgraded to yellow.
“Breaking news: cold air is moving south early. Temperatures across the country are dropping sharply. Citizens are advised to stockpile winter supplies and prepare for cold protection…”
Inside the car, Liu Zun stared at the news on the phone, brows tightly furrowed.
Liu You, holding the steering wheel, looked equally grim.
“The country has already issued its second warning to stockpile supplies. This time people definitely won’t ignore it. Supermarkets are going to be wiped out.”
“Tell Mom not to shop anymore. Have her come back immediately,” Liu Zun said decisively. “The more people there are, the more chaotic it’ll get. Supermarkets are dangerous now.”
She took out another phone and handed it to Liu You.
“Use this. Every two hours, send Shen Jianchen a photo from the album. Don’t repeat them—just the ones I took earlier: the garden, corners of rooms. He’s monitoring me, but this is enough to keep him fooled.”
“Monitoring you?” Liu You gritted his teeth. “We should’ve gone into their mine and checked every corner before blowing it up.”
Damn it—they were still spying on his sister?
“Where are you going?” Liu Zun asked worriedly.
“Don’t worry, just personal business. The apocalypse may be accelerating. If I don’t go now, I won’t get another chance.”
Today, Shen Jianchen’s oil tanker and Paramont Marauder would arrive at port. Wu Xiaomei would definitely use her spatial ability to store oil and vehicles.
This was the perfect opportunity.
Back home, she didn’t rest. Instead, she prepared two sets of heavy-duty winter down jackets reaching the ankles, two pairs of snow boots, a knitted hat, and sunglasses. She also packed a diving suit and equipment, plus two bottles of liquor, throwing everything into the car.
After finishing preparations, she quickly ate, increasing her intake of meat and milk.
While waiting, Chen Miao finally sent a message.
[Three Waters]: Babe, they left—they’re heading to the port. Also, thanks for the gift! The down jacket is so warm. It’s -10°C outside and I’m only wearing a short-sleeve underneath and still feel hot.
[Walnut Crisp]: Got it. Stay safe and contact me if anything happens.
After replying, she wiped her mouth, put on sunglasses, and drove straight to the neighboring city’s port.
But she didn’t enter directly. Instead, she parked at a deserted wild beach nearby.
She changed into her cold-water diving suit, strapped the dagger, down jacket, and snow boots into a waterproof bag, tied it to her body, took a couple swigs of liquor for warmth, and without hesitation plunged into the freezing sea.
The water was bone-chilling under -10°C air, but her heart burned like fire.
Although she had a water-breathing ability for ten minutes, she wasn’t sure how long it would take to reach the ship, so she didn’t use it yet. Instead, she relied on her diving gear and activated her “efficient swimming: I am a happy little fish” ability.
Like a fish, she moved through the waves, quietly approaching the port. Her cat hearing and A-level observation ability were fully activated, capturing every sound around her.
Soon, she found them.
On the open ground near the port, Shen Jianchen, Lin Tianrou, and Wu Xiaomei were standing together, anxiously looking around.
She hid her diving equipment under the ship’s hull, then climbed ashore at a concealed spot, quickly dried herself, put on her down jacket, snow boots, hat, and sunglasses, then crouched low and activated her observation and perception abilities.
“Why hasn’t the ship arrived yet?” Lin Tianrou frowned, her face pale from the cold.
“It’ll be here soon,” Shen Jianchen said, holding her shoulder. “Once we get the oil and vehicles, we’ll be the safest people in the apocalypse. With Wu Xiaomei’s spatial ability, we can store anything.”
Wu Xiaomei raised her chin proudly. “Of course. Without my ability, how could you guys be so smooth?”
Shen Jianchen and Lin Tianrou both frowned slightly, but she didn’t notice and kept talking.
Idiot.
In the shadows, Li Su narrowed her eyes.
She quietly sheathed her dagger and hacked into the tanker’s monitoring system using the detective’s phone and her B-level hacking ability.
But she froze.
The ship’s surveillance system was down.
Checking yesterday’s logs, she discovered the maintenance crew had arrived today—meaning all cameras on board were offline.
Heaven… what kind of luck was this?
At the same time, the three people continued talking, their expressions turning increasingly excited—because they were discussing one person.
Li Su.
“Dumping Li Su was definitely the right choice!”
Now they had spatial abilities, mountains of supplies, and a team. Once the apocalypse arrived, they would be untouchable.
Lin Tianrou clung to Shen Jianchen’s arm. “I wonder what Su Su is doing now… I feel so bad thinking she might be starving. I’m just too kind.”
Wu Xiaomei snorted. “Kind? If she knelt in front of me, I still wouldn’t give her a bite. She’s trash.”
Li Su, hiding nearby, nodded approvingly.
Exactly. If you want food, you take it with your own ability.
Lin Tianrou still worried. “Jianchen, are you sure she’s at home? What if she came out?”
“She’s definitely at home. The detective sent photos an hour ago.”
He took out his phone and dialed Li Su’s number.
“If you’re worried, I’ll call to confirm.”