In no time, the two of them had stashed all the sausages into their Space Warehouses.
Roughly a ton's worth.
Damn, this felt ridiculously good.
"Back then, it took ages just to inventory all these sausages," An Xiaoran said, her adorable face beaming with excitement. "Now we've packed them all in so fast!"
"Come on, let's move to the next section."
The two moved to another shelf—this one stacked with instant noodles.
Every brand, every flavor imaginable.
In the previous timeline, a single pack of instant noodles could trigger a full-on battle between two survivor teams.
When your mouth had gone tasteless from nothing but plain water for days—
A sip of savory instant noodle broth felt like heaven.
"Commence the sweep!"
"Roger that!"
Box after box vanished from the shelf in just five minutes.
They gathered 1.5 tons of instant noodles.
Seeing the data, Xiao Yu exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
1.5 tons—at least 9,000 packs.
Eating three a day, that would last them over twenty years.
But Xiao Yu wasn't about to complain. Once the apocalypse hit, industry and agriculture would collapse. Every bit of supply would become more valuable than gold.
The more, the better!
"Hurry up, let's keep going."
They headed to the next shelf.
It was loaded with snacks:
Chocolate, biscuits, candy, beef jerky, raisins, spicy sticks...
Xiao Yu took everything.
After the T-Virus outbreak, even toilet paper became a rare commodity—what wouldn't be scarce?
Besides, this was all loot for free.
But gradually, both of them began to feel mentally drained.
"This isn't sustainable," An Xiaoran said. "Every time we store something, we have to activate the Space Warehouse. With this much stuff, we'll run out of mental energy before we clear the warehouse."
Xiao Yu was holding up better thanks to his ×2 attribute boost.
An Xiaoran only had a ×1 boost, so her mental endurance was lower.
As they moved to the next area, they found a shelf full of salt.
Salt was the gold of the apocalypse.
Go without it for too long, and your body would collapse.
With salt, you could trade for anything.
Beautiful women.
Guns and ammo.
Anything.
Eyes gleaming, Xiao Yu reached for a bag of salt to store.
But suddenly—
Whoosh! The entire salt shelf vanished.
"What the…?" Xiao Yu turned, confused.
An Xiaoran was just as surprised.
"Ah… I was just thinking, picking them up bag by bag was too slow and tiring," she said. "So I tried seeing if I could take the whole shelf at once... And it worked!"
Damn!
Xiao Yu felt like an idiot. Why had he been grabbing them one by one?
The goods were already neatly arranged on the shelves.
Just take the whole shelf!
"Xiaoran, you're a genius."
An Xiaoran beamed at the praise, eyes sparkling with joy.
"Alright, let's keep sweeping. Let's clear this warehouse in ten minutes and move to the next one."
"What?"
"You don't want to?"
An Xiaoran shook her head like a rattle drum. "No, no! I'm not afraid at all with you around. I just… think this is kinda thrilling."
This soft girl—
Used to be a naive sweetheart. But now she was waking up fast.
Well, it made sense.
She'd watched her colleague get eaten alive and had nearly been bitten herself.
Now that the apocalypse had arrived—
Even a fool would wise up. And An Xiaoran might've been naive, but she wasn't dumb.
She wouldn't have become a warehouse manager otherwise.
They reached another shelf—
Full of seasonings, rice, grains, cooking oil, spicy sauces, and preserved tofu.
Mine!
They stored the whole shelf in one go.
Next up: canned food.
As their loot piled up, Xiao Yu's heart pounded harder.
Unless you'd lived through the end times—
You couldn't understand how he felt right now.
It was like a man who'd been poor his whole life suddenly winning a five-million-dollar lottery.
Then they reached the tobacco and liquor section.
If salt was gold, tobacco and liquor were the luxury goods of the apocalypse.
At major survivor camps, ordinary folks could never touch them.
If a boss handed out a cigarette as a reward, people would take a few puffs, then put it out to save for later.
Xiao Yu tore open a box of Huazi.
Lit one up.
Took a deep drag.
Pure bliss.
He'd never smoked anything this good before.
I'll take it!
He absorbed the entire cigarette shelf into the Space Warehouse.
Rough count:
One case of Honghe Dao, one of Yellow Bird Tower 08, one of Su Platinum, one of 95 Supreme, one of Furong Diamond, one of He Tianxia.
All premium smokes, costing 100 to 200 yuan per pack.
Roughly 300 cartons.
Then there were two cases of Soft Huazi, five of Hard Huazi, and tons of cheaper brands—
Over 3,000 cartons total.
Then came the alcohol:
Beer, Chinese liquor, Western spirits, red wine—everything was there.
Five full shelves.
1,500 bottles of Chinese liquor.
1,100 bottles of Western spirits.
Over 3,000 bottles of red wine.
More than 8,000 bottles of beer.
All mine.
Xiao Yu methodically touched each shelf.
Every bottle was swept into the warehouse.
Jackpot.
Ten minutes later, the warehouse was completely cleared.
Both of them wiped the sweat from their brows.
Though their mental energy was drained, their hearts were full of satisfaction.
"There's still the cold storage area."
"I'll unlock it," An Xiaoran said mischievously, twirling a key in her hand and flashing a playful grin.
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