By the time Han Ying received the fourth shelf, the entire vault erupted with a deafening alarm. At the same time, the vault’s exit and the one-meter-thick steel walls on all sides were forcibly reinforced and locked! Oxygen began being extracted from the vault simultaneously. But Han Ying didn’t care—she knew that once the alarm sounded, she still had a few minutes to collect everything. Don’t ask her how she knew; in her previous life, every detail had been revealed when the news about the vault had broken.
Those few minutes were more than enough. Without a moment’s hesitation, Han Ying collected every shelf in the vault, one after another, taking the gold bricks along with the shelves into her spatial talisman. She had no idea exactly how many she had taken. When she finished the last shelf, she heard sounds outside, but she didn’t pause even 0.01 seconds—she immediately entered the spatial talisman.
This was only the second time since her rebirth that Han Ying had entered the spatial talisman—not because she didn’t want to, but because she hated to waste the time it offered. After all, the time spent in the talisman could be life-saving in the post-apocalypse. So unless absolutely necessary, Han Ying refused to waste a second. That’s why the usable land in the corner of her space remained empty, except for a white SUV she had stored there. She ignored the rest of the land.
After changing out of her odd outfit, Han Ying took a chair from the spatial talisman, sat down, and began to inspect the shelves she had just collected. The shelves, along with the gold bricks, were stored inside the talisman—otherwise, the moment she entered, the talisman would have absorbed them. Han Ying didn’t yet know how much gold the talisman could hold, but she needed to keep some space for storing other supplies, so she couldn’t let it all be absorbed.
She roughly counted and found she had 90 shelves, each with three layers, each layer holding 200 gold bricks. Each brick weighed 1 kilogram! She took out her phone, opened the calculator, and frantically punched in numbers. When she saw the result, she almost dropped her phone—54 tons of gold? What kind of private family vault contained this much gold? No wonder the vault owner had fainted when he discovered it empty.
Han Ying quickly calculated the value of the gold. The result made her gulp—a massive windfall! But so much gold wasn’t easy to sell. Fortunately, there were no markings or symbols on the bricks, otherwise she’d have had to melt them. Selling them would only require a chainsaw to cut them into irregular, unrecognizable pieces.
Han Ying wanted to bite a gold brick with her teeth just to feel it—but she didn’t dare. She feared that if she took one out, the talisman might absorb it immediately. That wouldn’t be a problem since she intended to feed some gold to the talisman anyway—but her bigger worry was that taking gold out might trigger the talisman to level up. Last time it leveled up while she wasn’t inside, so she didn’t know whether it would eject her from the talisman during an upgrade. If that happened, she’d be in a hellish scenario. So she didn’t dare try.
Even without nibbling on gold, Han Ying didn’t waste time. She took out a table from the talisman, set up her talisman-drawing tools, and began her talisman-making work.
Of course, while inside, Han Ying had no idea what was happening outside. When she had received the fourth shelf, the vault had triggered its alarm. The vault owner, Yoshida Endo, had been asleep with his lover. Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table blared a deafening alarm. Startled, he froze for a moment—he couldn’t immediately recognize the alarm. After all, the vault had been hidden 10 meters underground under the church for nearly ten years, and this alarm had never gone off before!
Realizing what had happened, Yoshida Endo nearly fell to the ground in shock, kicking away the lover in his arms, grabbing clothes in a rush, and running out while calling for help nearby. By the time Han Ying had finished collecting all the gold bricks, the people Yoshida called had arrived. But the vault’s security level was too high—the keys, password, and iris verification were all with Yoshida himself. The crew could only surround the entire vault and cordon off the church within a kilometer to ensure not a single fly could escape.
When Yoshida finally arrived, it had been over ten minutes. Trembling, he entered the password, verified his iris, and handed the keys to his bodyguards to open the vault. They were greeted by an empty vault—not a single shelf left, let alone any gold. Seeing this, Yoshida Endo screamed in fury and then fainted. He didn’t wake until a full day later, immediately ordering an investigation to find the thieves. He also forcibly detained several people—those who had installed the vault and managed the security system. Initially, these people had insisted that no one could open the vault except Yoshida himself, who held the keys and iris verification. Even after seeing the empty vault, he noticed that the vault and doors were completely undamaged, suggesting an inside job, with the biggest suspects being the installers and security system staff. Despite deploying many to catch the thieves, Yoshida didn’t report to the police, since the gold’s origin was unknown.
Meanwhile, Han Ying was inside her spatial talisman, lounging with one leg crossed, eating milk tea in one hand and pizza in the other. She had been in the talisman for 7 hours. She had drawn a pile of talismans, felt tired and hungry, and had even napped for two hours. Not wanting to waste the talisman’s time sleeping, she decided to make use of the land she had stored. After a snack, she pulled out a hoe from the talisman—one she had collected from Wang Grandpa’s house in Changfu Village. She then began her planting work.
And surprisingly, Han Ying knew how to farm—a skill she had unlocked during the apocalypse in her previous life. Though not an expert, she could manage quite well.