Now that the supplies were nearly fully stockpiled, the next—and most important—step was the “nest.”
In the apocalypse, a safe shelter was more important than anything else.
Lin Chu drove to the “Half-Mountain Imperial Residence” villa district located in the south of the city.
This was the most expensive property under her name, and also the carefully selected “apocalypse main base.”
Why choose this place?
First—height.
The villa was located halfway up the mountain at an elevation of 300 meters. In her previous life, the terrifying flood had submerged the city, but the water level only reached about 100 meters at most. This place was absolutely safe—even high enough to sit on the terrace and watch the “sea view” below.
Second—independence.
A standalone villa with its own courtyard, no tightly packed neighbors around. Perfect for modifications, and no risk of annoying neighbors causing trouble or spying over walls.
Standing at the entrance of the unfinished villa, Lin Chu’s eyes gleamed with near-maniacal excitement.
“This place… will be my Noah’s Ark.”
Ten minutes later, a black Hummer roared up the mountain road like a beast and slammed to a stop at the villa entrance.
The door opened, and a man stepped out.
He was very tall—about 1.9 meters—wearing a black tactical T-shirt. His muscles were tight and explosive, full of power. What stood out most were his eyes—sharp like an eagle’s, carrying the killing aura of someone who had lived on the edge of life and death for years.
Qin Xiao.
In her previous life, he was the legendary “King of Mercenaries” of the apocalypse—a top-tier powerhouse with overwhelming combat ability.
And in this life, he was currently the head of the domestic top security company “Black Shield”, and also the “contractor” for Lin Chu’s renovation.
“Miss Lin?”
Qin Xiao sized her up, frowning slightly.
To him, she looked like just another rich young lady suffering from paranoid delusions, with more money than sense.
“Yes.”
Lin Chu remained calm, unaffected by his intimidating aura. She directly slapped a thick stack of blueprints onto the car hood.
“I want to modify this house. You have 20 days. Budget is unlimited, but I have a few absolute requirements. If you can’t do it, leave.”
Qin Xiao raised an eyebrow and picked up the blueprints.
His lazy expression immediately turned serious the moment he saw the contents.
“Add 20 cm of explosion-proof steel reinforcement to all walls?”
“Replace all glass with military-grade bulletproof glass capable of withstanding a close-range Barrett sniper rifle shot?”
“Convert the basement into an independent ecological circulation system?”
“And dig an underground water reservoir in the yard that can store 50 tons of water?”
He looked up, amused.
“Miss Lin, are you trying to defend against thieves… or an army? Or maybe… preparing for World War III?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
Lin Chu crossed her arms, her tone firm.
“I’ll just ask you one thing—can you do it or not?”
Qin Xiao flicked the blueprint and smirked.
“As long as the money is in place, forget a fortress—I can even turn the White House into one with a security fence.”
“Good.”
Lin Chu began issuing instructions one by one, her voice echoing through the empty mountains. Every word carried the weight of money.
1. Defense (Turtle Shell System)
“The exterior walls don’t need to be changed. I don’t want it to look obvious. But inside the walls, pour 30 cm of reinforced concrete, sandwiched with two layers of explosion-proof steel plates. I want this house so strong that unless it’s hit by missiles, no one gets in!”
“All doors must be replaced with bank vault-grade alloy blast doors, with facial recognition, fingerprint, and mechanical triple locks.”
“All windows must use top-grade one-way bulletproof glass. I can see outside, but no one can see inside. Add electrified anti-theft grids—high voltage. Anyone touching it dies.”
2. Energy (Life Support System)
“Cover the roof with the highest-efficiency solar panels. Install two high-power diesel generators in the basement, plus an industrial-grade energy storage system.”
“I want assurance that even if the entire city loses power for ten years, my place will still have lights and air conditioning running at 26°C!”
3. Water System (Survival Baseline)
“Dig an underground reservoir in the yard connected to a rainwater collection system. Add the most advanced industrial water purification system, capable of turning rainwater into drinking water.”
“In the apocalypse, water is more valuable than gold. I refuse to drink dirty water.”
4. Temperature Control (Extreme Climate Defense)
“This is the most important part!”
Lin Chu’s tone sharpened.
“Install full-house underfloor heating—double layer! Walls must have top-tier thermal insulation.”
“Whether it’s -50°C outside or +60°C heatwaves, the indoor temperature must remain within the most comfortable human range at all times.”
Qin Xiao listened to all these insane demands, his eyes growing increasingly shocked.
This woman wasn’t just rich—her thinking was terrifyingly precise. She had accounted for every survival factor: energy, water, defense, temperature control.
This was practically a perfect apocalypse survival blueprint.
“Miss Lin, based on your requirements, the schedule will be tight. Materials must be air-shipped, and workers will need three shifts.”
He quickly calculated.
“Initial estimate: at least 200 million yuan. Full payment upfront.”
Two hundred million?
To Lin Chu now, it was just a number.
“I’ll give you 200 million.”
She transferred the money immediately without even blinking.
“But I have one condition: start construction today.”
“Also,” she pointed at the courtyard wall, “raise the fence to three meters and cover it with barbed wire. Leave me a patch of land—I want to grow vegetables.”
“Vegetables?”
Qin Xiao couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at the luxury-dressed heiress.
“A 200-million villa… growing vegetables? Miss Lin has quite the hobby.”
“You don’t understand.”
Lin Chu didn’t bother explaining.
When the apocalypse came, a single fresh cabbage could be exchanged for a celebrity’s night—or even a human life.
“Alright. Deal accepted.”
Qin Xiao took back the blueprints decisively.
“My men are down the mountain. We’ll move in immediately. Pleasure working with you, Miss Lin.”
Watching his retreating back, Lin Chu lightly rubbed her fingers.
In her previous life, Qin Xiao had died fighting a tide of corpses while protecting survivors—a true iron-blooded man worthy of respect.
If possible in this life… she might recruit him as a bodyguard.
But for now, she should focus on her own survival first.
At that moment, her phone rang again.
It was a message from the property management group.
Property Manager:
“Friendly reminder: Dear residents, the meteorological bureau has issued a red high-temperature warning. The next month may see continuous extreme heat. Please take precautions…”
Lin Chu glanced at the blazing sun above her head.
The precursor of the extreme heat apocalypse had already begun.
She turned toward the workers unloading materials, a faint smile curling on her lips.
“Build it… build it faster.”
“When those spoiled neighbors are panting like dogs from the heat…”
“I’ll be sitting in my ice fortress, eating chilled watermelon, watching your performance.”