She arrived in a pitch-black space where the temperature was stable at around 25°C.
Looking around, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the distance.
When she got closer, she confirmed it—wasn’t that the RV she had stored in a corner of her space?
Could it be… she was inside her space right now?
To confirm, Su Ruanruan walked around.
There was her hand-grab pancake stall… there was her螺螄粉… no way, she was really inside her space?
At that moment, it felt as if she was standing in midair, overlooking her own home.
Television, sofa, coffee table, water dispenser…
With a single thought, the entire house slowly shrank—until it turned into a miniature model.
It quietly rested in her palm.
Su Ruanruan looked at the tiny version of her home in satisfaction and smiled.
She truly felt like she was cheating in life.
Not only had she returned to one week before the apocalypse, she also had a space ability.
And she happened to have endless money.
Now she could even shrink her house and store it inside the space.
With another thought, she returned to the house and smiled contentedly.
She casually checked the surveillance.
The men outside had already stopped breathing.
Because of the extreme heat, their bodies decomposed extremely quickly.
In just half a day, maggots were already crawling out of their noses and into their mouths, and flies swarmed everywhere.
Su Ruanruan sighed lightly.
Thankfully, they hadn’t died right at her door—but a floor landing below instead.
Otherwise, it would have been even more disgusting.
She raised her eyebrows slightly.
A “visual feast,” thanks to the heavens.
But high temperatures didn’t just speed up decomposition—it also accelerated the spread of bacteria.
Down in the flowerbeds and streets outside the residential area, more and more unclaimed corpses were appearing.
At this rate, an unprecedented epidemic would soon break out.
But it wouldn’t last long—because the extreme cold that followed would directly freeze the outbreak in place.
Fortunately, she had stocked up on disinfectant, masks, protective suits, and all kinds of protective gear.
With a “live one day as if it’s one less day” mentality, Su Ruanruan had been fully lazing around at home.
Anything that could be done in bed—she did in bed.
But she still didn’t neglect exercise.
Good mental state and strong physical fitness were essential for survival and escape.
She lay on the sofa.
On the coffee table was a tablet split into four surveillance feeds of the outside.
Another tablet was used for movies, dramas, and survival documentaries.
Suddenly, in the lower-left camera feed—on the stairs between the 17th and 18th floors—a sneaky figure appeared.
A man, thin and shifty-eyed, constantly scanning his surroundings, wearing thin shorts and a shirt.
Su Ruanruan immediately became interested.
Her eyes lit up as she sat upright.
Another show was starting.
The man had just arrived when he froze at the sight of the corpses everywhere.
Maggots, flies, roaches, and rats moved across the bodies without restraint.
He swallowed hard, carefully stepping over them on tiptoe.
As he went higher, more corpses lay across the stairs—some with lifeless, wide-open eyes staring straight at him.
One rat even crawled out of an empty eye socket and shot directly into his pants leg.
“AHHHHH—!!”
The man screamed and fell backward, landing directly on a decayed corpse.
His hand pressed into a mass of maggots.
“AHHHHH—!!”
He shook his hand violently, while the rat in his pants kept wriggling deeper, squeaking nonstop.
He panicked, wiped the maggots onto his clothes, and fled downstairs in terror.
Su Ruanruan burst out laughing as she watched everything unfold through the monitor.
“Hahaha—this is hilarious!”
She was sure of it now—this was a group operation.
The skinny man was just the scout.
She had seen this kind of group many times before—taking advantage of chaos, looting buildings floor by floor.
They would definitely not give up.
And as expected, at 2 p.m., several more figures appeared on the surveillance.
The same skinny man led the group, now tying up his pant legs with rubber bands.
Behind him were four or five other men, all dressed similarly, looking serious.
Clearly, they had been shocked by his report—but also convinced that the rooftop resident had supplies, water, and possibly electricity.
That was exactly what they needed most.
They carefully made their way through the staircase filled with corpses.
“Ugh—”
One of them couldn’t hold it and vomited.
The scene was too visually devastating—rotting bodies, thousands of writhing maggots, rats and cockroaches crawling everywhere.
The man in front slapped him hard.
“Have some backbone!”
Then he turned—and immediately vomited onto the corpse as well.
“Damn it, what’s wrong with you guys?!”
The tallest man roared.
“Stop wasting time! Get upstairs and find supplies!”
They finally reached the 18th floor.
This floor looked relatively clean.
But a man was sitting at the door, head lowered.
“Who’s there?!”
The tall man raised his baseball bat, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to steady himself.
No response.
He cautiously walked closer and poked the man’s head.
Suddenly—
Countless maggots burst out of the man’s seven orifices, followed by cockroaches and rats pouring out in chaos.
They surged forward like a tide, rushing toward the group’s feet.
Rats latched onto their legs, clawing upward and scratching deep bloody marks into their skin.