The phone finally stopped vibrating.
Lin Chu casually tossed it onto the bed without even glancing at it. Right now, she had no time to deal with that scumbag—she had more important things to verify.
She lowered her head, trembling fingers reaching toward her chest.
There hung an ancient, simple jade pendant carved with a qilin. It had been passed down to her by her grandfather on his deathbed.
In her previous life, when Gu Yan broke her fingers in the flood, her blood flowed down her neck and soaked into this jade pendant. At the moment before her death, she had vaguely felt a strange suction force.
“Space…”
Lin Chu took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and concentrated her mind.
There was no earth-shattering special effect. Just a brief moment of dizziness—and her consciousness truly entered a gray, misty world!
It was unbelievably vast, with no visible end.
The ground beneath her feet was solid earth, while above was a layer of gray-white mist. Most strangely, there was no wind, no sound—everything felt frozen in time.
“It really exists… a space!”
Lin Chu opened her eyes sharply, her heart racing.
As someone who had read countless apocalypse novels, she knew exactly what this meant—this was her foundation for survival in the end times!
But she still needed to verify the most important thing: could this space preserve freshness?
If all she could eat in the apocalypse were cold compressed biscuits, then what was the point of being reborn? She wanted hot food—freshly made food!
Without hesitation, Lin Chu grabbed her phone and opened a food delivery app.
It was rush hour, but she didn’t hesitate at all and selected the nearest milk tea shop.
“I want ten cups of signature boba milk tea, full sugar, no ice! As hot as possible! I’ll pay double for express delivery. If it doesn’t arrive within ten minutes, I’ll leave a bad review!”
Money makes the world go round.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
The delivery guy panted as he handed over the bag.
“Miss, these are freshly made—careful, they’re hot!”
Lin Chu took the milk tea. The scalding temperature through the cup made her feel an overwhelming sense of security.
She closed the door immediately and took out the hottest cup, focusing her mind.
“Receive!”
The milk tea vanished from her hand.
When she checked the space again, the cup was floating quietly in mid-air exactly as it had been placed inside—down to the water droplets on the straw that hadn’t moved at all.
Lin Chu forced down her excitement and looked at the clock on the wall: 9:00 AM.
She decided to wait.
The waiting felt agonizing. Lin Chu paced around the living room like a caged beast.
During that half hour, she wasn’t idle. She rushed into the walk-in closet and swept all those priceless Hermès bags, haute couture dresses, and luxury items into a corner of her space.
These things couldn’t be eaten or drunk in the apocalypse—but before it arrived, they were hard currency that could be exchanged for massive amounts of supplies!
9:30 AM.
Time was up!
Lin Chu stood in the center of the living room, took a deep breath, and activated her ability.
“Release!”
The next second, the milk tea reappeared in her hand.
She almost tremblingly touched it—
It was hot!
Still the same scalding temperature as freshly made, even the condensed droplets on the cup lid were identical to half an hour ago.
“Hiss—”
She inserted the straw and took a big sip.
The hot, sweet liquid slid down her throat. The pearls were soft and chewy, unchanged.
“Hahaha… it’s frozen! Time is frozen!”
Lin Chu was so excited she almost screamed.
What did this mean?
It meant she could stockpile tens of thousands of freshly roasted ducks, tens of thousands of steaming hot pots, endless fried chicken, pizza, spicy hotpot—
When the apocalypse arrived and people outside were gnawing on moldy tree bark in -50°C cold hell, she would be inside a warm fortress, drinking hot milk tea and eating greasy roasted lamb legs!
Just imagining the contrast made her scalp tingle with excitement.
After finishing the last sip of milk tea, Lin Chu gradually calmed down.
She had the space—but filling this bottomless pit required massive resources.
And resources required one thing:
Money.
She threw the empty cup into the trash and walked into the study, opening the safe.
As the sole heir of the Lin Group, she had inherited a shocking fortune after her parents died in a car accident.
Unfortunately, in her previous life, she had been fooled by Gu Yan’s sweet words. She foolishly believed in love, handed him company control, and even planned to transfer all her shares to him on their anniversary.
“I almost really gave everything to that beast.”
Lin Chu sneered and opened her online banking app.
Fingerprint unlocked.
The interface loaded.
A long string of numbers appeared.
Account Balance: ¥256,000,000.00
Two hundred and fifty-six million yuan in liquid cash!
This was the last cash flow her parents left her.
But it was still far from enough.
To build an impregnable fortress in the apocalypse and stockpile enough supplies for multiple lifetimes, this money was only startup capital.
Her real wealth lay in her 45% shares of the Lin Group, plus several prime real estate properties and an unfinished hillside villa.
Lin Chu quickly listed her assets:
Lin Group shares (45%): estimated value ~1.5 billion
Riverside luxury apartment: 80 million
Hillside villa (under construction): 200 million (future apocalypse fortress, cannot sell)
Cars, jewelry, luxury goods: 50 million
Rough estimate—she could mobilize nearly 2 billion yuan.
Two billion RMB!
In peacetime, it would be impossible to spend in a lifetime.
But now, only 30 days remained before the world collapsed.
Thirty days later, these red banknotes would be less useful than toilet paper—even a pack of instant noodles would be more valuable.
“Gu Yan, you want my shares?”
Lin Chu looked at the words “Lin Group” on the list, her eyes turning cold.
“Since you want the company so badly… I’ll ‘sell’ it to you—through your competitors.”
She was going to liquidate everything!
In the shortest time possible, she would turn all these soon-to-be-waste numbers into real, physical supplies!
Rice, flour, oil, generators, medicine, weapons…
She would empty this entire city!
Lin Chu picked up her phone and dialed the largest financial broker in the city.
“Hello, Manager Wang? This is Lin Chu.”
“I want to sell all my 45% shares in the Lin Group, plus several properties.”
The manager on the other end was shocked.
“Miss Lin… are you joking? The stock price is rising right now—sell everything?”
“I’m not joking.”
Lin Chu’s voice was terrifyingly calm, without the slightest fluctuation.
“Only one condition—fast! Full cash payment!”
“If the money can be delivered within three days, even if the price is 20% lower… no, even 30% lower, I accept.”
She hung up.
Looking at the bustling city outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a wild smile curled on her lips.
Apocalypse countdown: 29 days 23 hours.
Mad stockpiling mode—activated!