The moment Tang Xiaoman sent the group message, her phone started ringing.

She didn’t even check who was calling. She hung up immediately and blocked the number without hesitation. Her time was precious—she had no intention of wasting it on trash like them.

All the grudges, old and new, would be saved for later. When the apocalypse arrived, she would repay them tenfold… no, a hundredfold.

After resting for a short while, she got up, left the barbecue shop, and drove back to the market to continue stocking supplies.

This time she went straight to a grain and oil store.

She bought ten bags each of high-gluten flour, all-purpose flour, low-gluten flour, whole-wheat flour, and rice flour. Ten sacks of long-grain rice, ten sacks of brown rice, ten sacks of organic rice, and ten sacks of glutinous rice.

On top of that, she purchased ten bags each of various beans and coarse grains. She had the shop owner help load everything into the bed of her pickup truck.

Back at the garage, Tang Xiaoman transferred all the grain into her space. When she looked at the remaining cubic meters displayed on the virtual screen, her heart sank again.

The total capacity was only 150 cubic meters—and she had already used up a third of it.

She drove back to the market once more, this time buying fresh vegetables and fruits—two to three hundred pounds in total—and hired workers to help load them onto the truck.

After storing the produce in her space, she headed to a pharmacy.

In the apocalypse, aside from food, medicine would be the most valuable resource.

Food kept you alive. Medicine saved your life.

With her survival experience from her previous life, Tang Xiaoman had prepared a long list of essential medications.

Saline solution, glucose, sterile gauze, iodine disinfectant. Various cold medicines, antiviral herbal remedies, cough syrups, anti-inflammatory drugs, fever reducers, antibiotics, vitamins, and different types of face masks.

To avoid drawing suspicion, she bought ten units from each pharmacy, sweeping through more than a dozen pharmacies in a single afternoon.

As for prescription drugs, those required a doctor’s prescription from a hospital.

Tang Xiaoman decided she would need to find a reliable doctor—someone who could help her stockpile essential prescription medicine and medical equipment.

After securing food and medicine, she went to an outdoor and water-sports supply store.

The first disasters to hit in the coming apocalypse would be floods and typhoons.

For a long period of time, water transportation would replace land travel. Kayaks and assault boats would become as essential as cars in a modern city.

Tang Xiaoman purchased two hundred kayaks, one hundred assault boats, fifty waterproof mining lamps, twenty air pumps, fifty diesel generators, and fifty solar generators in one go.

After storing the supplies in her space, she realized only a few cubic meters remained.

The hundred assault boats and two hundred kayaks had already been deflated and folded, but they still occupied a considerable amount of space.

Tang Xiaoman simply moved all the items that didn’t spoil into the eighty-square-meter living area inside the space.

The storage area would be reserved exclusively for food and medicine—things that required preservation.

Fortunately, moving items inside the space required no physical effort. After spending more than half an hour organizing and sorting everything, she managed to free up more than a dozen cubic meters.

Then she drove out again—this time heading straight to a military supply store.

She bought one hundred pairs of military protective gloves, twenty military canteens, ten cases of military compressed biscuits, and twenty combat knives.

Twenty pairs of military boots in three common sizes. Twenty sets each of military camouflage uniforms in three sizes and three colors. Twenty black tactical combat uniforms.

She deliberately chose camouflage uniforms and military-style Martin boots in her own size. She also bought twenty bolts of camouflage fabric in different colors and materials.

Ten portable electric sewing machines, twenty pairs of scissors in various sizes, one hundred spools of thread in different colors, plus measuring tapes, rulers, and other tailoring tools.

It wasn’t that she loved military gear more than pretty dresses.

But once the apocalypse began, the rest of her life would be spent fighting.

Military combat gear would become her primary clothing for the rest of her life. She needed enough for herself—and enough for her future teammates.

This time around, she had no intention of surviving alone.

To endure the apocalypse, she would need a team.

She also purchased twenty military helmets, twenty pairs of night-vision goggles, twenty binoculars, one hundred black face masks and one hundred camouflage masks in different colors, fifty pairs of explosion-resistant goggles, fifty thigh holsters, and fifty multifunction tactical belts.

With the pickup truck loaded to the brim with military supplies, Tang Xiaoman returned to the garage and stored everything in her space.

By the time she drove to the outdoor equipment store, night had already fallen.

She was exhausted—almost ready to collapse—but she didn’t dare stop.

The time she had after her rebirth was limited. Every second mattered.

Tang Xiaoman bought twenty tents, fifty thermal sleeping bags, twenty portable camping stoves, and one hundred gas canisters.

Twenty pairs of men’s roller skates in common sizes, twenty skateboards, twenty sleds, and ten snowmobiles—transportation for the freezing conditions during the long polar nights.

She returned to the garage and stored everything.

When she saw the living area inside her space nearly overflowing with supplies—and considering that the stasis storage was meant for preserving food and medicine—she began thinking about renting a large warehouse and open training ground.

Life-saving supplies would remain inside her space, while ordinary supplies could be stored outside and guarded by her future team. That way, she could free up more space.

—

After dinner outside, Tang Xiaoman returned to her rented apartment utterly exhausted.

Just as she was about to step into the elevator, she noticed several people lurking nearby, peeking around suspiciously.

Her instincts—sharpened by four years in the apocalypse—immediately told her something was wrong.

Tang Xiaoman made a split-second decision and turned to run.

Several burly men rushed after her, shouting, “Grab her! Don’t let her get away!”

Tang Xiaoman ran even faster.

As she sprinted, she pulled out her phone and dialed the police.

Before societal order collapsed, dangerous situations were still best handled by the police.

—

The police quickly captured the attackers. After a brief interrogation, the thugs revealed the mastermind behind the ambush—Shu Jia.

Shu Jia was summoned to the police station. Her face turned pale as she burst into tears.

“I’m sorry! I had some personal conflicts with Tang Xiaoman at work, so I hired a few people just to scare her. I never meant to actually hurt her!”

She looked at Tang Xiaoman pleadingly.

“Tang Xiaoman, please forgive me! After all, you weren’t really harmed, right?”

Tang Xiaoman sneered and pressed her further.

“Did you really hire those men yourself? If you tell the truth, I’ll forgive you.”

Shu Jia’s eyes flickered, but she insisted stubbornly, “Yes, I hired them. It was just a joke.”

“The law doesn’t joke around,” Tang Xiaoman said coldly. She knew Shu Jia would never expose Gu Heng, and she had no interest in wasting more breath. “Then you can reflect on your actions in detention.”

When the apocalypse arrived, Shu Jia would probably still be locked up in detention—abandoned by Gu Heng like a discarded pawn.

At least she wouldn’t be standing at his side like in the previous life, constantly scheming and helping him commit more crimes.

The thought filled Tang Xiaoman with satisfaction.

—

When she walked out of the police station, she ran into Gu Heng and Su Rou just as they stepped out of a car.

Su Rou staggered toward her weakly, looking so fragile that a gust of wind might blow her away.

“Big Sister… if you’re angry, take it out on me. Please don’t target Su Ke. And don’t drag Shu Jia into this, alright?”

The moment Tang Xiaoman saw Su Rou, memories from her previous life surged up—being forced to serve as Su Rou’s living blood bank and spare organ supply.

A surge of hatred rose in her chest.

Of course, the person she hated even more… was Gu Heng.

After her rebirth, she hadn’t yet had the time to deal with this shameless couple.

Yet here they were, walking right up to her—practically begging to be destroyed.

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*The space will continue to evolve and expand without limit. The heroine spends her time either upgrading her space or stockpiling supplies. The story focuses mainly on survival and ambition, with romance as a secondary element. If you enjoy apocalypse stockpiling stories, add it to your shelf!*