Looking at the list, it was clear she was truly starving.
But Wen Yu hadn’t built the group chat for charity. Seeing that no one else was taking the order, she asked:
Apocalypse Wen Yu: What will you trade?
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: Would antiques work?
Seeing Wen Yu’s dimensional space, she added: Would antiques from the apocalypse be worthless? I can also offer gold.
Gold and antiques were both valuable, but in the apocalypse, they didn’t hold much real value.
Wen Yu scrolled through the group members and ultimately decided on gold.
Apocalypse Wen Yu: Gold, then.
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: Okay, okay. How do we exchange?
In just a few words, Su Qianru’s impatience was clear. She was out of options.
Carrying a fortune along an escape route yet unable to buy a single grain of rice felt like dying with money unspent—utterly tragic.
Even if this group chat was a scam, she had to try. Who knew? Maybe she could really get a bite to eat.
Wen Yu didn’t know the mechanics of the exchange herself, so she asked Maoqiu:
[I’ll handle the settlement with my colleagues.]
[Okay, go ahead then.]
After asking, Wen Yu lay back and let it be.
Then a message appeared in the chat:
Robot: @Apocalypse Wen Yu, confirm whether to transfer 100 buns, 100 steamed buns, 50 roast chickens, 50 roast ducks, 20 whole roasted lambs, 20 roast suckling pigs, and 100 bottles of 5L mineral water to @Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru.
Apocalypse Wen Yu: Yes.
Robot: Received—transferring—transfer complete—settlement complete.
Robot: This exchange is complete. Total settlement: 30 taels of gold; handling fee 3 taels of gold. Remaining 27 taels of gold have been deposited into your system account.
The final message was sent privately to Wen Yu.
She opened the blue control panel and saw a new category under her essentials: “Other.”
Clicking it, she saw 27 taels of gold quietly lying there.
Wen Yu nodded, astounded.
27 taels equaled 1,350 grams. By modern gold prices, this exchange was worth millions!
She felt like she’d profited. Although food was becoming increasingly scarce in the apocalypse, she had plenty and could acquire more at zero cost, so Maoqiu’s pricing seemed fair.
Su Qianru, in ancient times, also felt she’d gained.
Seeing the sudden influx of supplies in her space, she cried tears of joy and even took a screenshot to post in the group.
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: Ahhh! The group owner is like my reborn parents! And the prices are fair! Anyone who wants to trade, go find her!!!!
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: Can’t talk now, I’m going to feast with my grumpy husband. You guys chat~
Su Qianru logged off to eat.
Wen Yu planned to log off as well, but before doing so, she posted a trade request:
Apocalypse Wen Yu: Anyone with weapons can trade with me. I just entered the apocalypse, and I still have a full range of supplies~
After logging off, Wen Yu took a short nap.
When she woke, Pei Ye said he needed to go out.
Wen Yu asked, realizing something: “Going to pick up your friend?”
“Yes.”
“Then take me with you. We can collect supplies nearby on the way back,” Wen Yu said. “I have spatial power—it’s easier than carrying things manually.”
Supplies would only get scarcer, so their top priority was to gather as much as possible.
Pei Ye, as the male lead, naturally had a strategic perspective. He hesitated only a moment before agreeing.
“Get ready. We leave immediately.”
“Okay.” Wen Yu ran back to her room to change into clothes suitable for going out.
A white casual short-sleeve T-shirt paired with gray cargo pants, and running shoes on her feet.
A bit mismatched, but Wen Yu didn’t care—comfort mattered most.
Her hair was styled this time: parted in the middle, braided on both sides, and pinned together at the back with hair clips.
This way, it wouldn’t fall in her face while running, unlike a ponytail.
After the hotel incident where her hair flopped in her face, she made sure it was secured before leaving.
Pei Ye saw this but said nothing.
He brought along his backpack and the knives he had brought from the hotel.
At the early stage of using superpowers, overuse could weaken a person. Pei Ye had already tried it, so for safety, cold weapons were safer.
Wen Yu silently picked up her long knife as well.
Pei Ye’s SUV wasn’t in the garage but in the yard. Once they got in, he started the car and drove to the agreed-upon location.
The closer they got to the city center, the more zombies appeared. Wen Yu noticed that in just two days, the zombies had evolved.
She told Pei Ye:
“Pei Ye, look at that zombie in pajamas. Could it have come from someone’s home?”
“Possibly.”
“That means they’ve evolved. Back at the hotel, they only wandered within fixed areas—they couldn’t even open doors.”
This pajama zombie might have opened doors, even gone downstairs, and left the neighborhood…
Pei Ye’s expression darkened.
Though some humans had gained superpowers, and could superficially resist zombies, the pace of human power growth lagged behind zombie evolution. Killing zombies only reduced their numbers, but zombie bites could both reduce human numbers and potentially convert humans into new zombies.
Over time, human survival space would be squeezed until extinction.
After a long pause, he sighed: “Yes, they’re evolving. The road ahead is perilous.”
Wen Yu hadn’t expected Pei Ye to think this far. But according to the novels, the apocalypse ended in the tenth year after its onset. The journey was difficult, but the ending was good.
Of course, she couldn’t tell him that.
She focused on the essentials: “We should store more supplies and seeds. When supplies run out, we can grow our own food.”
Pei Ye agreed.
When they arrived at the rendezvous point, Pei Ye parked in a spot with fewer zombies.
As soon as he got out with his backpack, they heard screams approaching.
Pei Ye cursed inwardly and dragged Wen Yu into a roadside café for cover.
The screams sounded familiar, but seeing the coffee machine and supplies, Wen Yu decided to gather materials first.
Hehe, zero-cost acquisition—it was a small stroke of luck.
Everything they saw was collected; nothing was left behind.
Pei Ye checked the café first—no zombies inside—then looked outside.
Through the glass, he saw a group running toward them.
Leading them was Lin Yitang, the same person they had seen at the hotel not long ago…
Lin Yitang seemed to sense them, and as she fled, she glanced at the café. That glance immediately brought tears of joy.
Without hesitation, she turned and ran toward the café.
Pei Ye’s face showed his refusal…