Fuel was the most precious, most urgently needed resource in the apocalypse.

Nearly every vehicle depended on it. Every mechanized system, every lifeline of industry—it all ran on fuel.

Wearing night-vision goggles, Tang Xiaoman piloted the small boat through the storm while using her phone’s navigation to locate the nearest medium-sized gas station.

When she finally arrived, the station had long since been swallowed by floodwater. Only the roof still jutted out above the surface like the remains of a drowned island.

She cut the engine.

Removed her night-vision goggles.

From her spatial storage, she retrieved a diving suit and quickly changed into it before slipping into the water. Using a rope, she secured the boat to a nearby utility pole.

Fubao was left behind to guard the surface.

Tang Xiaoman took a deep breath through her oxygen tank and descended into the flooded world below.

Bubbles streamed past her mask as she swept her waterproof flashlight through the murky depths, searching.

It didn’t take long to find the fuel pumps.

But there was one problem—no suitable containers.

She circled the area, hoping to find large fuel barrels, and instead discovered something far more valuable.

Several fuel tanker trucks.

Were they delivering fuel… or here to refuel? Were the tanks full or already emptied?

There was no way to check underwater.

So she did the simplest thing.

She stored them all.

The first tanker nearly knocked her off balance the moment it vanished into her spatial storage. The sudden shift in water pressure alone made her body sway violently, and the sheer weight of the vehicle pressed heavily against her energy.

But instead of alarm, excitement surged through her.

So heavy… which likely meant—

Full loads.

If those tanks were full of fuel, then she had just made a fortune.

Steadying herself, Tang Xiaoman continued.

Second truck.

Third.

Fourth.

Fifth.

All five fuel tankers disappeared into her space.

By the time she finished, her vision swam and her strength was nearly gone. She pushed herself upward, breaking through the water’s surface at last.

Dragging herself back onto the boat, she collapsed onto the deck. Even climbing into the cabin was impossible now. She simply lay there in the open, letting rain and wind hammer down on her exhausted body.

Fubao circled anxiously beside her, licking her face now and then, as if checking whether she was still alive.

Only after her strength returned slightly did Tang Xiaoman drag herself back into her spatial storage.

Inside, it was still night—but calm. No wind, no rain. Only a constant, comfortable 25°C.

She tore into a grilled steak to replenish her energy, washed it down with hot milk tea, and casually tossed a chicken leg to Fubao.

The dog immediately settled down, chewing happily once it confirmed its owner was safe.

Tang Xiaoman turned her attention to the five massive tanker trucks stored in the static space.

All exhaustion vanished.

Whether or not the fuel tanks were full, just the trucks themselves were already priceless in this world.

Once the flood receded, transportation would become essential for rebuilding bases and moving supplies. Trucks like these would be worth more than gold.

Even though they were flood-damaged, there was no mud contamination. With some repair and rewiring, they could still run.

These five trucks alone could be exchanged for a massive amount of resources in the future.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

Then she noticed something else.

The space had expanded again.

The holographic display showed: Static space capacity increased to **980 cubic meters**.

Even after storing five heavy tankers, more than half the space was still empty.

The garden had expanded to 60 square meters, and the experimental crops she had planted were already fully matured and ready for harvest.

The small pond had grown deeper and wider, aquatic plants flourishing inside it.

The two-story villa had also expanded to 280 square meters. The second-floor bathroom now had a large bathtub, and two additional study rooms had appeared. On the first floor, three new fitness rooms had been added.

So the gold and valuables she had taken from Gu Heng’s hidden vault… were worth far more than she expected.

At least several billion.

Gu Heng’s mother had risen through scandal, a mistress who only secured her position after all the legitimate heirs of the Gu family died. Because of that fragile inheritance, Gu Heng had always suffered from extreme insecurity—constantly hoarding wealth, stockpiling gold, cash, and even weapons.

In the previous life, that paranoia had worked in his favor.

But in this life…

Everything he had hidden away had become Tang Xiaoman’s spoils.

She let out a cold laugh.

“This much? Just interest.”

Old debts and new grudges—she would settle them all, one by one.

Once her strength recovered a little more, she brought Fubao out of the space again.

The night outside was still pitch-black. Wind and rain raged on without end.

But Tang Xiaoman knew the typhoon was already weakening.

In her previous life, the storm had lasted a full week.

This time, it had already begun to ease in under three days.

That wasn’t good news.

It only meant one thing—the pace of disaster was accelerating.

She restarted the engine and followed her navigation toward a nearby auto repair station.

Two kilometers away, there was a large-scale repair facility that handled both heavy trucks and passenger cars.

In the early days of the apocalypse, industrial production would come to a complete halt. Everything industrial would become a non-renewable, irreplaceable resource.

Fuel wasn’t the only thing people would fight over—auto parts would become just as critical.

Tang Xiaoman left Fubao on the boat and entered the water again.

She secured the vessel to another utility pole, then descended once more into the flooded repair station.

Inside the submerged lot, she selected four relatively new luxury cars and stored them away first.

Then she entered the workshop area.

Using a crowbar, she forced open the warehouse door in seconds.

Inside were shelves upon shelves of supplies—Michelin tires of every size, oil filters, engine oils, branded replacement parts.

She took everything.

Even brand-new engines still sealed in packaging.

Even unopened seat covers.

All of it disappeared into her space without exception.

More than half an hour passed before her oxygen alarm began to flash.

Only then did she retreat.

She surfaced, untied the rope from the pole, and climbed back onto the boat.

Fubao immediately wagged its tail, licking her cold, wet face with worry.

After catching her breath, Tang Xiaoman once again entered her space with the dog.

It was already close to 11 p.m.

Completely drained, she took a quick shower, washed Fubao, dried both of them, and changed into dry clothes before returning to the boat in her raincoat.

Fubao had long since grown used to these constant transitions between worlds, adapting seamlessly.

Then her phone rang.

It was Zhou Yichen.

“Our team’s operation is complete. We’re heading back to Tianlai Manor. What’s your situation? Do you need backup?”

“I’m fine,” Tang Xiaoman replied lightly. “Heading back now. You all go organize the supplies first.”

After hanging up, another message came in from Lu Jingming, asking if she was safe.

She replied simply:

“I’m safe. On my way back.”

Almost instantly, he responded:

“Good. Be careful on the road.”