"Drip, drip, drip—"

Fu Ning gasped for air and abruptly sat up in her bed.

The strange yet familiar bedroom took her by surprise.

Didn't she die already?

After surviving all kinds of extreme weather, she had been tied up in a cave by her own father and sister, who then proceeded to cut her flesh for consumption.

The memories of her death were horrifyingly clear, sending a cold sweat down Fu Ning's spine.

Her phone was still ringing. Wiping off her cold sweat, she pulled her phone out from under her pillow.

Fu Jiao's name was flashing on the caller ID. A shadow passed over Fu Ning's eyes, and she hung up the call with a glare.

She had a score to settle with Fu Jiao!

But the next moment, she was wide-eyed in shock.

On the screen of her phone, the date and time displayed startlingly— May 15, 2030, at 2:29 P.M.

Was this...

A dream?

Fu Ning pinched her arm severely. The intense pain served as a harsh reminder— she had truly reincarnated!!!

She had returned to five years ago, to the final moments of peace before the apocalyptic world began.

Fu Ning remembered it very clearly. On the 3rd of July that year, at two forty-nine in the dawn, the active volcano of the island nation that had been dormant for three hundred years erupted without any warning. The eruption lasted a whole week.

An entire nation was obliterated in a blink of an eye.

No one had realized it was a harbinger of the apocalypse.

Following that, the temperature skyrocketed beyond limits, reaching a peak of 75 degrees Celsius!

The extreme heat continued until October, claiming countless lives in this catastrophe.

Then came the torrential rain!

It was as if someone had torn open the sky, and the rain poured down relentlessly day after day.

In less than a month, the excessive rainfall flooded major cities around the globe, bringing the bustling metropolises to a standstill.

Barely had the floods subsided, those who had been clinging to life amidst the disasters had no time to feel relief when extreme cold swept across the globe swiftly.

Following that, earthquakes, typhoons, sandstorms, tsunamis, melting glaciers…

A variety of extreme weather phenomena took turns unfolding, claiming countless lives. The ones fortunate enough to survive couldn't be called 'people' anymore.

She calculated the time. There was less than two months left before the apocalypse would occur.

Fu Ning steeled herself, and walked to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

Her reflection in the mirror was strikingly gorgeous, enriched by a full and egg-shaped face brimming with vitality, showing no signs of fatigue from the struggle for survival in the apocalypse.

Her gaze drifted down to the jade Guanyin pendant around her neck.

This was something her grandmother bestowed upon her. On the fifth year of the apocalypse, while eloping from the murderous hunt of her half-sister, she accidentally stained this jade pendant with blood. It was then that she discovered this jade pendant surprisingly concealed a space where she could plant things.

Inside this space, time was at a standstill. Anything kept inside could be stored indefinitely.

While being held captive in a cave by Fu Jiao to serve as her food, Fu Ning often wished and thought, if she could reincarnate, she would definitely make good use of this space.

At that thought, Fu Ning calmly picked up an eyebrow razor and slit her finger, letting a bead of blood drip on the forehead of the jade Guanyin.

After a strong flash of light, in the midst of the babbling brook, a low and gentle hillside appeared before her eyes. Upon it was nearly a hundred acres of fertile fields and a large two-storey wooden house, which was estimated to be nearly five thousand square feet.

Fu Ning entered the wooden house. Observing the empty room, a thought crossed her mind.

With a swoosh, a quadruple-door fridge which was situated in the living room found its place in the corner of the house.

Just as she had experienced in her previous life.

Not until she felt a wave of dizziness did Fu Ning exit the space.

Her nose felt a little wet. When she blotted it with a tissue, sure enough, she was having a nosebleed.

Her storage space was able to accommodate living animals, however, higher order animals with intelligence might experience side effects if staying too long in the space such as nosebleeds and dizziness.

In her past life, she hadn’t discovered anything to alleviate these symptoms before her unfortunate death. In this life, she was determined to find a remedy that could make these symptoms disappear.

There wasn’t enough time for her to sigh in regret. Time was of the essence, and she had a lot to do.

Without further ado, she sat right in front of a computer, opened Word, and got to work.

Having struggled to survive for five years in a post-apocalyptic world, she knew all too well the most desperately needed provisions.

After meticulously drafting seven A4 pages, Fu Ning checked it twice, then continued to search through various websites to see what supplies would be needed in the event of a disaster. Fu Ning added nearly three more pages before she managed to complete her list.

Having finalized her list, Fu Ning began to revisit her own financial resources.

At the end of her calculations, she broke down in tears.

Imagine her, a property mistress controlling three buildings in the busiest area of the city, with less than 200,000 in her hand.

Her family's fortune came from her grandmother's gambling on gemstones, but her grandmother's golden touch did not pass on.

Her mother, a hopeless romantic, was slowly duped out of her fortune by her good-for-nothing husband Fu Rongchang after their marriage.

Only her grandmother saw through Fu Rongchang. Before her death, she converted all her possessions into three buildings in the Futian district of the city, all registered under Fu Ning’s name with a strict no-change clause attached.

After her grandmother passed away, her mother, and she herself, lived off the rents from this property.

Fu Rongchang, unable to exploit her mother any longer, revealed his true greedy nature. He not only brought home a mistress but also an illegitimate daughter Fu Jiao, barely a few months younger than Fu Ning.

The revelation devastated her mom, who later took her own life.

However, Fu Ning, who desired for love, stepped in to take her mother's place becoming the money tree for Fu Rongchang. Over the years, the rents of the three buildings have gradually become the capital for the luxurious lifestyle of Fu Rongchang and his family.

Had it not been for the world's end, she'd probably still be foolishly handing over her money to those two beasts!

FU Ning, regaining her senses, dug out the phone number of the real estate boss who had been harassing her before, "President Zhang, do you still want those three buildings? I'm offering you a rock bottom price, 2 billion! Let's sign the contract and complete the transaction today.”

He was momentarily taken aback but hurriedly agreed, "Alright! I'll have someone prepare the contract right away."

Little did he know that the three buildings he was buying were in an especially good location and that he'd know that there were plans for redevelopment in the area. With 2 billion for those three buildings, he was getting a steal.

Two hours later, Fu Ning exited from President Zhang's company. The nine zeros on her mobile banking account finally put her fluttering heart to rest. Now, it was time to splurge!

Fu Ning was a woman of action, and she promptly rented several warehouses in the East City District, each measuring up to approximately 3000 square meters.

After securing the warehouses, Fu Ning drove to the farmer's market, where she purchased high-quality rice, flour, cooking oil, a variety of seasonings, condiments, ham, sausages, cured meats, and various bean products. She then arranged for the food items to be delivered to the warehouse at specific times.

These living supplies cost her nearly two million. Fu Ning didn't bother negotiating the price; she paid without batting an eyelash.

As long as there was drinkable water in her space inventory, she didn't need to worry about that aspect. The acquired food supplies were enough to sustain her until she turned ninety-nine.

With the basic necessities for survival accounted for, Fu Ning then turned her attention to clothing. In the post-apocalyptic world, the unpredictable weather could take one's life at any moment.

She rented a small truck and headed to the Caiyun District, where numerous clothing manufacturing factories were located. Many of these factories fulfilled overseas orders, and the quality was exquisite.

Instead of selling these items overseas during the end-times, the factories would surely appreciate her reasonable offers.

After a series of negotiations, Fu Ning finally struck a deal with the factory manager.

She ordered a variety of items from him, including t-shirts, jeans, sweaters, long down jackets, snow boots, sneakers, underwear, climbing boots, tents, winter wear, hats, scarves. To avoid coming off as insane, she prudently selected various styles for both men and women.

As Fu Ning read from her list non-stop for half an hour, The factory manager was left agape in surprise.

Who orders this many clothes all at once? And for every season to boot... It is not the end of the world, is there any need to be so anxious?

He had reason to suspect that Fu Ning was here to cause trouble; the order she held in her hand was evidence enough!

Seeing the factory director’s complexion darken, Fu Ning decisively pulled out her credit card: “I can pay a deposit first!”

“Twenty million,” the director stated, looking at Fu Ning's serious demeanor, he blinked in surprise before speaking.

Emboldened by her wealth and capriciousness, Fu Ning paid twenty million: “This order needs to be executed quickly, I want the finished goods within a month. At the same time, while ensuring the finished products, I also require quality assurance!”

The stern countenance the director had held moments ago vanished, replaced with a fawning and ingratiating smile: “Of course.”