Help! This Apocalypse is Forcing Me to Hoard Goods Madly in My Spatial Storage

Synopsis Bai Bai hit the jackpot. Literally. A heavy truck crashed through the guardrail, and when she opened her eyes, she had become a bottom-tier delivery worker sharing the exact same name in an apocalyptic world. Her spatial storage was a meager one cubic meter, her mental strength was on the verge of exhaustion, and she had a nasty, painful bump swelling on the back of her head. The system compensated her with a cheat code: 2x Replication. Bai Bai: “I’m filing a complaint!” That’s it? That was until she discovered that food could be replicated, water could be replicated, and even other people’s superpowers could be replicated. Bai Bai: “…Alright, not bad. I can hoard.” Then, mad dogs sneaked into her residential compound, her friends list turned into a roll call of the dead, and the local Know-It-All owed her a life. Bai Bai: “So this damn apocalypse is forcing me to hoard, huh? Fine.” Then she would hoard until no one could ever mess with her again. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Help! This Apocalypse is Forcing Me to Hoard Goods Madly in My Spatial Storage — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠