In the apocalypse, I possess trillions worth of resources

The thick night sky parted the clouds, and sparse lights spilled into the world below. Outside the tall French windows, the lights of Ruo Hai City twinkled. In the silent room, there was a figure leaning against the window, immersed in silence.

Xiao Qi never dreamed that after dying and spending nearly ten years as a wandering soul in the apocalypse, she would be reborn before the apocalypse, becoming another person entirely — the famous celebrity Shang Yun.

From her earliest memories, she had struggled to survive under a group of criminals who begged with children for money. After finally enduring until the criminal group was wiped out, she was sent to an orphanage for barely a week before the apocalypse arrived. The ugliness of human nature was fully revealed after the disaster struck, and she...

As a defenseless little girl with no one to protect her, she didn't last long before someone took her life with a knife.

Fate truly liked to play tricks on people. She didn't want to experience the apocalypse again, but she didn't dare to die either. She had seen too many people's pain and unwillingness before death, felt the sensation of a knife piercing through her body and stirring her organs, and even though she had exchanged for a new body, she still felt the lingering pain.

But... if given another chance, how could she endure through the apocalypse without looking back?

Almost in the blink of an eye after this thought arose, Xiao Qi felt a flash before her eyes, and the environment around her changed. She seemed to have become much more transparent, appearing in a bright and unfamiliar place. In front of her was a circular land divided into twelve sections.

The land was empty, with a translucent sphere of indeterminate material at the center. In addition, all around were densely packed, spiraling square grids stretching upwards, with each grid emitting a faint yellow halo, like strings of warm-colored lights.

"Where... is this?" Xiao Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her calm heart stirred slightly.

As soon as this question appeared, a line of floating golden text appeared in front of her: #Welcome to the Watch Space~#

"Space?" Xiao Qi's mind flipped through Shang Yun's memories, finding some information. It was a flood of information akin to having a golden finger from a novel, where she could store various items inside.

In the moment she was lost in thought, the line of golden text instantly entered her mind through her brow, and information about the space exploded in her brain.

The Watch Space had twelve levels, with each level containing ten thousand grid spaces, each grid capable of holding up to 8 cubic units of items. To open the subsequent levels of the watch space, a certain amount of special natural elements was needed for each upgrade. Currently, she was in the first-level space, which was in a state of time stillness.

The items stored in the second level of the space would change at the normal rate of the outside world, doubling in the third level, and so on, increasing incrementally. When the space reached the eleventh level, the speed of change for all items in the space would be ten times that of the outside world.

The twelfth level was a bit special, as the speed of change for all items in the space could be adjusted at will.

As the level of the space increased, different plants would automatically grow in the twelve plots of soil within the space.

What caught Xiao Qi's attention was that this rule only applied to the grid spaces, and the soil's function was briefly explained, with no further elaboration.

Unfortunately, as good as the space was, it couldn't be used to accommodate people for idle eating and drinking until death.

After digesting all this miscellaneous information, Xiao Qi's calm heart stirred slightly. She didn't want to die, so she had to strive to survive. And now, she seemed to see hope for a good life.

"Since fate has allowed me to live again, then... I'll try again, living as Shang Yun in this apocalypse." Standing in this space for who knew how long, Xiao Qi, no, Shang Yun, murmured softly.

Her gaze returned to the room once again, looking at the watch on her wrist, feeling a hint of warmth on her chilly body. It was already two-thirty in the morning, July 16th.

Compared to her former self, Shang Yun's identity was like a special pass. She didn't lack money, and she often donated supplies, with the quantity increasing every time. A few years ago, during the Great Earthquake of Wangcheng, Shang Yun's personal donation of goods and funds amounted to as much as twenty million, causing quite a stir in society. Afterwards, Shang Yun would have a large expenditure to donate to remote areas every once in a while. Initially, the bank would call to inquire, but later on, they got used to it and just let her do as she pleased.

Unable to sleep, Shang Yun rummaged through several drawers with the memories of her original self, finding several bank cards. If she wanted to safely survive the apocalypse, she needed to stockpile enough supplies. This way, she could face the devastation in her memories with more confidence.

With a sleepless night ahead, Shang Yun took out her tablet and made a procurement plan for each disaster according to her memory route. By around seven in the morning, her assistant brought breakfast. Looking at the young assistant who had been helping her tirelessly, Shang Yun spoke in a manner that she was not accustomed to:

"Xiao Zhou, let Lan handle all the activities for me this month. It's been a long time since I've had a rest, and I'm planning to go home."

"Huh? Do you want me to book your flight tickets, Miss?"

Hearing Shang Yun's words, Xiao Zhou was initially stunned, but then she remembered that Shang Yun hadn't been home for almost a year due to being constantly busy, so she thought it was understandable.

"I've bought a ticket for tomorrow morning. You go back home, and I'll tidy up the house today."

"Oh, okay. Remember to call me if there's anything, Miss."

Today, Shang Yun's eyes seemed a bit cold, and Xiao Zhou was a bit puzzled, but after a few reminders, she obediently left.

Due to hunger, Shang Yun cherished a box of steamed dumplings, finishing it cleanly, and drank the soy milk until it was empty before leaving the house. Shang Yun's life was monotonous, but she was often pulled by higher-ups to participate in various positive propaganda campaigns.

If someone tried to secretly photograph her, they would be pulled away immediately. Not only was it unprofitable, but there were also quite a few paparazzi who were suspected of malicious intentions and were sent to the police station by Shang Yun on suspicion of following her.

Over time, Shang Yun became someone the paparazzi ignored. Although the original self could drive, Shang Yun had never driven before. For safety reasons, she chose to take a car.

"To Yanghe Wholesale Market."

Once in the car, Shang Yun quietly looked down at her phone, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay. The Yanghe Wholesale Market was where Shang Yun went to wholesale goods every time she came. Every time she purchased goods, Shang Yun came in person, so as soon as she entered, enthusiastic bosses crowded around her.

"It's been a long time since Shang Yun came. Are you here to prepare supplies for the landslides in Nanchun County this time? What do you need? Same rules, lowest price, we'll prepare them for you as quickly as possible."

Over the years, Shang Yun had bought a lot of goods here, and with her own efforts, she had helped them make enough money to buy houses in the outskirts of Ruo Hai City in just a few years. Moreover, when Shang Yun bought these items, it was for a good cause. Although they didn't have the ability to donate as much, they still donated thousands of yuan. As for Shang Yun, a girl who loved to do good deeds, they deeply admired her from the bottom of their hearts.

The words of the bosses stunned Shang Yun. Landslides in Nanchun County?