Zhang had the delivery guy bring 100 giant water barrels to the warehouse,
then put them into his space and brought them back home.
Once home, Zhang started opening all the faucets and filling each barrel with water.
At this rate, he could have all 100 barrels filled in about a week.
As the days went by, Zhang didn't take a single break.
He spent every penny without hesitation.
Every day, he ate at the best restaurants,
buying massive amounts of food from top-tier places and storing it in his alternate space.
During this time, he also went to the shooting range in Tianhai City every day, practicing archery and firearm shooting to improve his skills.
He knew it was unrealistic to become a fighting master in just one month,
but with a bow and a gun, plus a high-tech metal safe house,
he wouldn't have to fear whatever danger might come his way.
However, this behavior didn't go unnoticed by the people around him.
But instead of taking him seriously, they just laughed at him, thinking he was mentally unstable.
They'd mock him behind his back.
Even Fang started keeping her distance, unwilling to interact with him.
Time flew by, and in just over twenty days, the apocalypse was almost here.
Zhang had gathered an enormous amount of supplies, including food, weapons, and heating equipment.
But even with all this, he still didn't feel completely safe.
So, he set his sights on the massive Walmart warehouse.
If he could take control of it, he'd have more supplies than he could ever use in his entire life.
He didn't wait until the last day to act, though.
Zhang remembered something from his past life —
he had learned that the high-ups already knew about the impending gamma-ray disaster,
and they had secretly started relocating large amounts of supplies before the average person even realized what was happening.
Zhang couldn't take any chances. He needed to act before they did.
Besides, according to his logic, even if all the supplies at the Walmart warehouse disappeared,
the high-ups would be too busy preparing for the crisis to investigate,
giving Zhang the perfect window of opportunity.
So, Zhang went back to the warehouse and resumed his usual work.
Walmart's warehouse was staffed 24/7, but there were only 10 people on the night shift.
Zhang decided to use the simplest method: he'd put sleeping pills in their tea.
After all, with the apocalypse only three days away, he wasn't worried about being caught.
Since these workers were all his old acquaintances, Zhang easily managed to pull it off.
Once the sleeping pills kicked in and the staff fell into a deep sleep, Zhang sneaked into the control room and turned off all the cameras.
He knew this warehouse like the back of his hand — every corner, every detail.
With all his plans and rehearsals in his head, the execution went smoothly.
Once everything was in place, Zhang changed into a pair of shoes two sizes too big and put on gloves,
then quickly made his way to the warehouse.
Looking at the massive warehouse in front of him, Zhang took a deep breath and began collecting the supplies.
As soon as his right eye scanned a shelf, all he had to do was think, and the entire shelf would appear in his space.
He started in the drinks section,
where thousands of tons of bottled water, soft drinks, and alcohol were stored,
including high-end wines and spirits.
Zhang didn't hesitate for a second. He took everything and stuffed it all into his alternate space.
Before long, the entire section of drinks and alcohol was gone.
Next, he moved on to the fuel section,
which was stocked with large amounts of smokeless coal, gasoline, and alcohol.
These were all household fuels, meant for family storage or camping trips.
There were over ten thousand boxes of smokeless coal alone, not to mention the alcohol and gasoline.
The sheer quantity was enough for Zhang to last several hundred years.
He didn't hesitate for a moment and took it all.
Using his years of experience in warehouse management, he neatly organized everything in his space for easier access.
Then, Zhang made his way to the food section.
The amount of food here was even more staggering — several tens of thousands of tons!
There were entire warehouses packed to the brim, like small mountains.
Canned foods, rotisserie chickens, roasted ducks, snack foods, instant meals, gourmet snacks…
"This is enough to last me ten lifetimes!" Zhang couldn't help but mutter.
He wasn't picky about food, so he took everything he could. After all, it would all be useful during the apocalypse.
Afterward, Zhang went to the sports equipment section.
His safe house needed more than just weapons; it also required exercise equipment to keep his body in shape.
He knew that only by maintaining a healthy physique could he survive whatever challenges lay ahead — even to save his life.
Though the space in his safe house was limited, the space in his alternate space was infinite. Zhang didn't hold back,
and took everything useful, especially items like baseball bats and fencing gear, which would make great weapons.
While collecting supplies, Zhang also found some special items,
like skiing and climbing equipment, including professional-grade cold-weather gear used by national athletes.
These suits could withstand temperatures as low as minus 100 degrees Celsius! They were the latest technology from 2050.
Zhang's eyes lit up. These would be the best protection against the coming ice age!
Without hesitation, he took all the top-grade cold-weather gear and sleeping bags from the warehouse.
Two hours later, Zhang had emptied the entire Walmart warehouse, which covered over a million square meters.
Looking at the now-empty warehouse, Zhang felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
Now, even in the coming ice age, he was confident he could live comfortably without fear.
After completing the task, Zhang returned to his position, took off his gloves and shoes, and stored them in his space.
Then, he drank a bit of the tea with sleeping pills and lay down at his desk, falling into a deep sleep.
How much time passed, he wasn't sure, but he was suddenly jolted awake by a frantic shake.
"Supervisor, supervisor, something's wrong! Wake up!"
Zhang slowly opened his eyes and groggily looked at his colleagues.
"What happened?"
One of the employees pointed shakily toward the warehouse and said,
"We've been robbed! The warehouse was emptied!"
"What?!" Zhang jumped up, acting shocked.
He made his way to the warehouse, where the sight of an empty building confirmed the situation.
"What happened here? How could all the supplies be gone?"
The employees around him were equally nervous.
"Yeah, all the supplies here were worth at least a hundred billion!
Even with big trucks, it would have taken days to clear it. How did it disappear in the blink of an eye?"
None of them mentioned the fact that they had been sleeping during their night shift, though.
After all, it wasn't unusual for night shift workers to take a nap.
Zhang pretended to panic, pacing back and forth.
He then said, "This is too strange. We can't handle this. We should contact the higher-ups."
The employees, although nervous, weren't too frightened,
because they knew this wasn't something they could solve.
A hundred billion in supplies disappearing in two hours? Clearly, it wasn't something they could do.
"Let the higher-ups handle this mess," they all agreed.
Zhang immediately called the warehouse manager to report the situation.
When the manager heard the news, he was stunned, unable to believe it,
thinking Zhang was joking.