Cheng Feng had been closely watching the government’s actions. Seeing everything still under control and well-organized, he felt relieved.
As a human, he hoped more people could survive.
The apocalypse would begin before the New Year. After a worldwide dense fog, all living things would mutate. Water sources would become contaminated and unusable without purification, making water scarcity a serious issue.
Fortunately, Cheng Feng had stored plenty of water—both for daily use and drinking. He had worried about contamination, but after unlocking the new space, he stored everything there. Now he felt safe.
With the apocalypse approaching, he spent most of his time gathering wild vegetables, afraid he wouldn’t be able to eat them later. Though he was exhausted every day, seeing bags of neatly stacked vegetables made it worth it.
Shen Mu was also making final preparations, but he had developed a new daily habit—checking that special space.
Today, there were three more bags of vegetables.
Probably wild vegetables.
Some days, fewer vegetables but more firewood.
One day—several pigs. One big wild boar and a few smaller ones.
This person was quite capable.
…
Watching the steady increase of supplies, Shen Mu began to feel a sense of urgency, even though he had far more resources.
He felt like he was being dragged into competition.
This person was really hardworking—bringing in something every day!
Thinking about getting more supplies, Shen Mu remembered a gift an artist from his company had sent him before, which he hadn’t collected yet.
Even small gains mattered, so he drove to the warehouse.
From the photos, he knew there were quite a few items—but seeing them in person still surprised him.
There was food, water, fuel, and medicine—all extremely valuable in the apocalypse.
But the most shocking item was in a wooden box.
A gun—and 200 bullets.
Shen Mu stored everything in his space and thought: clearly, he wasn’t the only one with special opportunities.
This artist named Cheng Feng must have known about the apocalypse in advance. Either he was reborn or had foresight.
Still, he seemed kind, giving away such valuable supplies.
A bit naive, though. If Shen Mu had bad intentions, even with the apocalypse coming, he could have tracked him down.
Luckily, he was a good person.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Mu briefly took out his phone and sent a message thanking him.
Then he immediately put it back into the space.
But Cheng Feng would never see that message.
After putting his phone into the space, he had never taken it out again.
After a long day of gathering, Cheng Feng returned home, his back aching badly.
Bending over all day had become too much. He decided to rest the next day.
He had collected many types of wild vegetables but didn’t sort them. He stuffed them into sacks, tied them, and put them into the space.
He was too tired—he just wanted to shower and sleep.
What he didn’t notice was that one sack wasn’t tightly tied. A few vegetables fell out—not staying still, but falling into the thick fog and disappearing.
When Shen Mu saw several vegetables appear near the edge of his unlocked space, he was stunned.
He picked them up and looked upward, noticing a loose sack.
He roughly understood what had happened.
But what he couldn’t understand was—why could things from the other person’s space appear in his?
Could his space be invaded?
His expression grew serious. This was the last thing he wanted.
Over the next few days, more items fell into his space—drops of animal blood, vegetables, even once, a vegetable bun.
All appeared near the boundary.
When did Cheng Feng realize things were going missing?
It was when he placed a sack of vegetables and it slipped. At first, he didn’t care—since time was frozen, it shouldn’t fall.
But to his shock, the sack fell—straight into the fog.
His eyes widened.
He tried to reach into the fog with his consciousness, but it was like a wall—he couldn’t pass through.
But this was supposed to be a time-frozen space!
Why could things fall into the fog?
He tested further, throwing vegetables into the fog—they went in.
His mind was in chaos.
Why could objects enter the fog, but not his consciousness?
After multiple tests, he concluded this was a recent change. Before, the boundary had been clear.
He guessed that beyond the fog were other spaces he hadn’t unlocked yet—and the one near his vegetables might not have time frozen.
Originally separate, these spaces were now merging, allowing objects to pass through.
Once he found a way to unlock the new space, his consciousness should be able to cross over as well.
He felt extremely excited.
Meanwhile, Shen Mu, after his initial concern, realized nothing else had crossed over except supplies. The other person couldn’t pass through the barrier.
That reassured him—for now.
After all, it was the other person who was losing supplies.
But then he wondered—
If their items could come into his space…
Could his items go into theirs?
Holding a piece of wild vegetable, Shen Mu fell into deep thought.