After securing the house, Lin Chu immediately rushed to the city’s largest daily chemical wholesale center.
If food is the baseline for survival, then daily necessities are the dignity of life.
In her previous life, Lin Chu had seen too many once-glamorous office ladies who, due to the lack of sanitary pads, had no choice but to use filthy cloth strips or even dried grass as substitutes. In the end, many suffered severe infections and died miserably by the roadside.
In the later stages of the apocalypse, an unopened pack of sanitary pads was worth more than a jin of rice. It was true “blood diamonds.”
Lin Chu walked into a wholesale shop specializing in women’s products.
The shop owner was fanning herself, complaining about the scorching sun outside.
“This damn weather, it’s killing people. Who’s still out shopping?”
“Boss, doing business?”
Lin Chu knocked on the counter.
“Yeah. What do you need, pretty lady? Day use, night use—we’ve got discounts.”
Lin Chu scanned the shelves and drew a large circle with her finger.
“I want everything on this wall, plus all the stock in your warehouse.”
“What?” The owner’s fan fell to the ground. “E-everything? Miss, that’s thousands of boxes. Are you opening a supermarket chain?”
“I’m in foreign trade export. Urgent order.” Lin Chu casually made up an excuse, her eyes steady and firm. “Sophie, Whisper, ABC… whatever brand, as long as it’s cotton-soft, mesh, overnight pads, I want them all.”
“Especially the 420mm extra-long overnight pads—give me as many as you have!”
After thinking for a moment, she added:
“And toilet paper, wet wipes, face towels, disposable underwear. These have long shelf lives—prepare at least 100,000 units each.”
The owner beamed instantly and immediately ordered her staff to clear out the warehouse.
Watching box after box of sanitary pads being loaded onto trucks, Lin Chu felt an overwhelming sense of security.
These weren’t just cotton and non-woven fabric.
They were her dignity as a woman in the apocalypse—and the most powerful bargaining chips for recruiting female ability users in the future.
After leaving the daily goods market, Lin Chu’s car turned into a hidden alley.
Here was a back-channel distribution point for a large pharmaceutical company.
Medicine was heavily regulated. Even buying cold medicine required real-name registration, and stockpiling antibiotics was nearly impossible.
But as long as there was money, no door couldn’t be pried open.
Lin Chu directly found her previous business contact—a “middleman” who dealt in medical equipment.
“I want medicine.” Lin Chu got straight to the point. “Not a few boxes. Several truckloads.”
The middleman jumped.
“Boss Lin, that’s… not something you can casually buy. The inspections are strict.”
Lin Chu slid a 5-million-yuan check over.
“I’m planning to donate medical supplies to underdeveloped regions in Africa. This is a deposit. It doesn’t need to go through official hospital accounts—you understand.”
Seeing the zeros on the check, the middleman’s principles vanished instantly.
“Got it! Charity work! A good deed!”
Soon, a long list was drawn up:
Antibiotics (apocalypse life-savers):
Amoxicillin, cephalosporins, roxithromycin. In the apocalypse, these were a second life. Infection? Fever? Without medicine, it meant death. Lin Chu directly ordered 10,000 boxes.
Common medicines:
Ibuprofen (pain/fever relief), Montmorillonite powder (anti-diarrhea), cold medicine, Yunnan Baiyao, fast-acting heart pills.
Vitamins (hidden killers):
In the apocalypse, without fresh vegetables and fruit, many people didn’t die of hunger—but of scurvy and night blindness. Lin Chu selected 5,000 bottles of multivitamins. Small volume, long shelf life, life-saving when needed.
First aid supplies:
Medical alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, gauze, bandages, iodine.
Watching the boxes of medicine being loaded, Lin Chu quietly exhaled in relief.
In her previous life, she had personally seen Gu Yan nearly sell Lin Wan to an old man just for half a fever-reducing pill.
This life—she would treat medicine like candy.
The final stop was seasonal stockpiling.
Outside, temperatures had already soared to 40°C. People on the streets wore shorts and T-shirts, drenched in sweat.
Yet Lin Chu parked in front of a factory store specializing in polar expedition gear.
“Boss, I want down jackets.”
“Now?” The boss looked at her like she was insane. “Miss, it’s hot enough to fry eggs outside, and you’re buying down jackets?”
“I’m going to Antarctica for research.”
Lin Chu’s tone remained cold.
“I want your thickest, highest-fill power extreme cold jackets—capable of withstanding -50°C.”
“Also thermal underwear, cashmere sweaters, fleece-lined pants, snow boots. All top grade.”
Though confused, the boss wasn’t about to refuse business.
“Alright! We’ve got last year’s stock in the warehouse. How many?”
“1,000 sets each for men and women.”
Lin Chu thought of the second phase of the apocalypse—extreme freezing.
A hell even more terrifying than floods and extreme heat. The world would be buried in ice and snow, temperatures plunging to -50°C or lower. Many people would freeze to death in their sleep, shattering like ice sculptures at a touch.
Besides clothing, she needed heat sources.
She contacted a coal company.
“Smoke-free fruitwood charcoal. Best quality. I want 500 tons.”
“This type burns clean, no smoke—safe to use in enclosed villas.”
“Also heat packs. The kind you stick on your body.”
She placed an online order.
“100,000 pieces. I want to stick them everywhere—wherever I want.”
After finishing her sweeping purchases, night had fallen.
Lin Chu drove the fully loaded trucks back to the suburban warehouse.
With a wave of her hand—
“Receive!”
Truckloads of sanitary pads, medicine, down jackets, and coal vanished instantly, neatly stacked inside her space shelves.
On the left were steaming roast ducks.
On the right were mountains of winter coats.
This ice-and-fire supply stockpile made Lin Chu laugh out loud.
“Gu Yan. Lin Wan.”
“When the extreme cold arrives, I’ll be eating hotpot by the fireplace.”
“I hope your thin clothes can survive -50°C winds.”
Just then, a news notification popped up:
[Breaking! Abnormal sea temperature rise near the equator. Experts predict the hottest summer in history…]
Lin Chu’s gaze sharpened.
It had begun.
The news was only the start.
In a few more days, the apocalyptic disaster that would destroy everything would officially unfold.
And before that… there was still one last thing she hadn’t secured.
The true key to dominance in the apocalypse—weapons.
And also… that man from her previous life, the peak of combat power—Qin Xiao.
“It’s time to inspect my fortress… and tame that lone wolf.”