Countdown Day 21, Morning
Lin Qi woke up in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.
Her first action of the day was to step into the luxurious temperature-controlled bathroom and take a full hour-long hot shower.
Warm water washed over her fair skin. The foam from high-end rose essential oil body wash released an intoxicating fragrance.
With her eyes closed, Lin Qi inhaled deeply, savoring the steamy scent—yet her mind uncontrollably drifted back to memories from her past life.
In the third month of the extreme cold apocalypse, the city’s water system completely collapsed. Sewage from underground pipes backflowed and instantly froze into ice.
The entire city was filled with a suffocating stench of corpses, waste, and garbage.
For women, survival conditions were especially brutal.
Lin Qi would never forget it—the winter she was forced to endure menstruation in subzero conditions. There was no sanitary pad, no clean water. She could only rummage through garbage piles for barely dry rags to use as makeshift pads.
The result was severe bacterial infection and a fever nearing 40°C. In a hellscape where a single fever pill could be traded for a human life, she nearly died from that “minor” infection.
She had even witnessed a once-glamorous office lady from a CBD skyscraper trade her dignity for half a pack of used sanitary pads covered in dust.
“Dignity in the apocalypse isn’t even worth a piece of toilet paper.”
Lin Qi turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a snow-white towel, and her eyes turned cold—eerily cold.
In this new life, she would not only eat well and stay warm.
She would live clean. And she would live with dignity.
In a world destined to rot, she would always smell like body wash. Sanitary pads and toilet paper would fill her infinite space just like rice and meat.
After drying her hair and changing into a sleek black biker outfit, Lin Qi grabbed her car keys and headed straight for the industrial zone outside the city.
10:00 AM — “Jiehui Daily Products Group”
This was the largest OEM manufacturer of daily necessities in the city.
They produced private-label goods for countless brands: sanitary pads, tissues, shampoo, toothpaste—almost everything in hygiene and paper products.
Lin Qi parked her Cayenne and walked directly into the sales director’s office.
The sales director, a balding man in his forties surnamed Liu, was reviewing last month’s orders.
Without even looking up, he began his standard sales pitch:
“Planning to do private-label OEM? Our minimum order is very high—at least 100,000 units per item, and 30% deposit upfront.”
“I’m not here for OEM.”
Lin Qi sat down and dropped her bag on the desk with a heavy thud.
“I’m buying ready stock. Everything in your warehouse that has no branding—I want all of it. And I also want you to immediately adjust your production lines for a massive order.”
Director Liu finally looked up, amused.
“Little girl, that’s a bold claim. You know how much stock we’re holding? Tell me—how much do you want?”
Lin Qi slid a prepared list across the desk.
Sanitary Pads:
Day use, night use, extra-long night use, pull-up type, pantyliners—
2 million packs each.
“Wait—what?!” Director Liu nearly spilled his water.
“That’s ten million packs total! Are you distributing to the entire province?!”
“This is just the beginning.”
Lin Qi continued scrolling calmly down the list.
Toilet Paper / Facial Tissue / Wet Toilet Paper:
5 million units each
All virgin wood pulp, four-ply, high-quality lint-free standard.
Baby wipes / medical alcohol wipes:
5 million packs each
She understood very well how critical wipes were in the apocalypse.
When temperatures dropped to -60°C or soared to 50°C, water systems would either freeze or collapse entirely. Bathing would become a luxury. Wipes would be the only way to stay clean and prevent infection.
Director Liu was already completely frozen.
Ten million sanitary pads. Fifteen million paper products. Ten million wipes.
This wasn’t procurement—it was national strategic stockpiling.
“But it’s not over yet.”
Lin Qi’s voice turned colder.
Shampoo / body wash / conditioner / body lotion:
500,000 bottles each.
In extreme cold, skin would crack like dry bark. Without moisturizer, wounds would easily become fatal infections.
Toothpaste: 1 million tubes
Soft toothbrushes: 2 million
Disposable towels & cotton underwear: 5 million each
Disinfectants, hand sanitizers, toilet cleaners, laundry detergents:
“All of them—by tonnage.”
“Each category, 1,000 tons.”
Director Liu’s mind had completely short-circuited.
His hands trembled. Sweat poured down his face.
“This… this is impossible. Even if we run three shifts for six months, we can’t finish this order!”
“I can’t wait six months.”
Lin Qi’s voice was ice-cold.
“Three days.”
“In three days, gather all stock from your branches. Buy from competitors if necessary. I don’t care how you do it. I want everything delivered to my warehouse.”
She placed a black Swiss bank card on the desk.
“As compensation, I’ll raise your unit price by 30% over factory cost.”
“No payment terms. Full payment upfront.”
“W-What?! Thirty percent increase?! Full payment?!”
That final sentence shattered Director Liu’s rationality completely.
The profit from this deal alone would skyrocket his company’s annual performance. His commission alone could buy two luxury apartments in the city center.
“Deal! We accept!”
He stood up immediately, almost bowing.
“I’ll call every supplier in the province! I’ll clear out the entire regional inventory if I have to!”
Within minutes, the total was calculated:
2.5 billion yuan.
Lin Qi swiped her card without hesitation.
Her balance now showed:
7,530,000,000.00 yuan
She didn’t care.
Money in the apocalypse was useless unless converted into physical survival resources.
Three Days Later — Night
The logistics park turned into an unimaginable white flood.
Because sanitary pads and tissue products are bulky but light, hundreds of massive trucks were required.
The entire 50,000-square-meter warehouse was swallowed by a white and pink ocean.
Towering mountains of toilet paper. Walls of sanitary pads. Endless stacks of wipes, shampoo, and cleaning products.
The air was filled with strong chemical fragrance.
When the last truck left, Lin Qi stood in the center of the warehouse.
Her eyes burned with intensity.
Everything she once lacked… everything she once suffered for… was now gone.
“Take it.”
WHOOSH—WHOOSH—WHOOSH!
Millions of items vanished instantly into her infinite space.
Inside the static dimension, a massive “daily necessities zone” formed:
A pink mountain of sanitary pads
A white snowfield of tissue and wipes
A disciplined army of toiletries suspended in perfect stillness
In the apocalypse, she could use three packs of wipes a day.
She could stay clean even when the world outside rotted.
Standing in the empty warehouse, she finally exhaled deeply.
A rare sense of absolute safety filled her body.
But as she stepped outside, a cool night breeze brushed her skin.
And in that instant—
Her instincts sharpened again.
Extreme cold was coming.
The true killer of the apocalypse.
When temperatures dropped to -60°C, even breathing could freeze blood inside the lungs.
Food was no longer enough.
She got into her Cayenne.
Her eyes locked onto the distant industrial district.
“Tomorrow… outdoor survival gear and thermal factories.”
One million heating packs. Military-grade extreme cold suits. And materials for her moving fortress.
The countdown continued to tick wildly forward.
The real survival war… was about to begin.