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Chapter 9

Back to 100 Days Before the Apocalypse: I Sold My Possessions and Frantically Stockpiled Supplies

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After entering the private room, Yan Qing waved her hand grandly and had the waiter bring out every dish on the menu.

Following the principle of not wasting food, she cooked all the unfinished dishes and packed them away in takeout containers.

She also separately ordered hot pot soup bases and ingredients for cooking. The moment she carried the bags back to her car, she directly stored the packed hot pot into her space.Full novel: Back to 100 Days Before the Apocalypse: I Sold My Possessions and Frantically Stockpiled Supplies — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

As her car drove through the bustling avenue and stopped at a crosswalk waiting for the traffic light, Yan Qing lowered her eyes while watching the pedestrians moving back and forth on both sides of the road.

After returning to the hotel, she sat in the presidential suite’s open air garden and watched the crowds on the streets below.

There were students walking together while laughing happily, elderly couples with white hair strolling arm in arm while chatting, and families pushing baby strollers with smiles of happiness spread across their faces.

She wondered if, now that she had been given a second chance at life, she should do something…

One week later, Apocalypse Survival Guide spread wildly across the entire internet.

Netizen 1: Isn’t this just the setting from those popular zombie novels right now? What’s there to be surprised about?

Netizen 2: No way, you people actually believe this? It’s obviously a rumor.

Netizen 3: What if it’s real? Stockpiling some supplies and baseball bats isn’t difficult anyway. Even if it’s fake, supplies can still be used normally. Just think of it as buying ahead of time.

Netizen 4: If zombies exist, I’ll eat shit upside down.

…

As Apocalypse Survival Guide grew more and more popular, its popularity eventually became high enough to attract official attention.

Then a single government clarification post immediately shut the matter down.

Yan Qing sat on the sofa in the presidential suite’s living room, holding her phone while looking at the official statement denying the rumors.

She had long expected this result.

She knew the news sounded absurd.

If she had not personally experienced rebirth, she would never have believed it either.

But at least she had done something, had she not?

As long as even one person believed the article, then there would be one more person able to survive.

“AHHHHH!!!”

Screams suddenly erupted from the streets outside the window.

Then came chaotic noises, car collisions, cries of terror, and…

Zombie roars?

Instantly, Yan Qing’s pupils widened.

Zombie roars?

But wasn’t there still over a month before the zombie outbreak?

Why had it happened early?

Could it be the butterfly effect caused by her rebirth?

Yan Qing had no way of knowing.

Standing before the floor to ceiling window, she looked downstairs.

The pedestrians who had once been walking back and forth had all turned into terrifying zombies, roaring as they lunged at the nearest people around them.

Those who had not transformed into zombies were terrified by the scene before them.

Many did not even know how to resist.

They simply ran forward on instinct.

[Apocalypse Survival Guide, Rule One:]

[In the early stage of the zombie outbreak, most are ordinary zombies. They can only walk and cannot run. Their walking speed is equal to that of a normal adult.]

[Weakness of all zombies: Crush the head with force or cut off the head entirely.]

She watched people shoving and pushing each other while escaping.

Children who had not turned into zombies stood helplessly in place crying.

She watched some people shove those beside them into zombie hordes just to increase their own chances of escape.

She watched people who had been bitten and not fully eaten rise back up and join the ranks of the zombies.

She watched vehicles on the roads crash uncontrollably into each other, causing city traffic to slowly collapse…

Standing high atop the hotel building, Yan Qing took in the tragic scene below.

She felt pained, but she also deeply understood her own helplessness.

Screams and zombie roars continuously echoed from inside the hotel.

This place…

Was no longer safe either.

And she…

It was time to collect her debt.

After storing the few personal belongings she had left into her space, she took out a specially made iron rod tipped with sharp spikes.

Then she changed into clothing suitable for movement, put on a mask and cap, and decisively headed down the emergency stairwell.

Along the way, she encountered no obstacles and safely reached the private VIP garage.

She directly stored her beloved Mini into her space.

Listening through the walls to endless crying, screaming, roaring, and chewing sounds outside the garage, she turned and climbed the stairs back up, deciding to leave through the hotel lobby instead.

Although there were more zombies upstairs, there were also more paths and hiding places.

The garage only had one exit.

Its danger level was far greater.

She could only silently pray that the people inside the garage survived.

Just as she stepped onto the final stair, she heard complete chaos erupting in the lobby.

Men and women alike were screaming nonstop like shrieking chickens.

“What are these things?! Ahhh!!!”

“They’re zombies! Zombies!”

“Run! They’ll eat people!!”

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“Everyone, everyone calm down! Let’s work together and kill these monsters!”

Yan Qing’s ears twitched.

That voice belonged to the hotel manager.

“The apocalypse… the Apocalypse Survival Guide said these are ordinary zombies. Aim for the head… hit the head… weapons… weapons…”

While calming the survivors, the hotel manager frantically searched around for anything usable as a weapon.

Yan Qing looked at the customized iron rod in her hand.

While no one was paying attention, she pulled out another identical iron rod from her space and tossed it toward the hotel manager.

“Be fast, accurate, and ruthless!”

The hotel manager caught the iron rod and stared at the masked Yan Qing weaving through the zombies.

Every zombie she passed met only one fate.

Death.

While the hotel manager stood frozen in shock, Yan Qing suddenly saw a zombie approaching from behind him.

She could only shout a warning.

“Behind you!”

The hotel manager snapped out of his daze and turned.

Seeing the zombie only half a meter away, both hands gripping the iron rod began shaking violently.

The one meter ninety tall manager trembled uncontrollably from fear.

Cold sweat poured from his forehead one drop after another.

Just when Yan Qing thought he would definitely be eaten if he still refused to act, his desperate survival instinct forced him to raise the iron rod with shaking arms and slam it toward the zombie’s neck with all his strength.

Bang!!

The zombie’s head flew off from the impact.

It landed directly in the arms of the receptionist, who had already turned into a zombie.

“We’re saved!”

“Great! All the zombies are dead!”

“Hey! You woman! I demand that you protect my safety from now on!”

“That’s right! You have to protect us too!”

One young man lifted his chin arrogantly and pointed at Yan Qing with one finger.

Yan Qing turned around and looked at the group of survivors behind her.

She rolled her eyes and ignored them.

“This iron rod is yours. I hope you survive.”

After saying that, she prepared to leave.

She planned to first try her luck at Yan Xia’s home.

But just as her hand reached the hotel doors, a middle aged man with glasses and a flat haircut stretched out his arm and blocked her.

“Hey! You can’t leave! You have to stay here and protect us until rescue arrives!”

Seeing Yan Qing trying to leave, several others also rushed over to stop her.

Two of them even directly stood in front of the hotel entrance.

She raised her head and looked at the people who had just been crying and screaming while fleeing from zombies.

Then she let out a mocking laugh.

“Stopping me? Since I’m in a good mood today, let me perform a little trick for you. Bare handed watermelon chopping.”

After speaking, she switched the iron rod into her left hand.

Her right hand formed a blade and chopped directly at one of the people blocking her.

Before the man could react, his body went limp and collapsed unconscious onto the ground.

“Ahhh! You killed someone! You killed someone! Hurry and call the police and arrest her!”

A woman with wavy red hair covered her mouth and pointed at Yan Qing in horror.

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