Pain, unbearable pain!
A deep, penetrating agony engulfed Carl's entire being. This was not just a sensation; it was a harsh reality happening to him.
At that moment, he was being greedily torn apart by friends and neighbors whom he had once trusted and helped. In this resource-scarce apocalypse, they disregarded the assistance Carl had provided and raised their knives against him.
In his dying moments, he vaguely saw the goddess in his heart, Anna, standing behind the crowd, looking pitiful as she shouted, "It was I who made him open the door; you must leave me a piece of his ribs to make soup!"
It was this woman who tricked Carl into opening the door and ultimately led to his demise.
Carl looked at her, his eyes filled with hatred and regret. He could only blame himself for being too foolish and too kind, which led him to become someone else's food in this apocalypse. He wished more than anything to start over.
Next time, he would not be soft-hearted towards anyone; he would live only for himself!
Soon, Carl's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
However, in the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the sofa. The hellish scenes he had just experienced and the terrifying pain were still fresh in his memory.
Carl gasped for breath, quickly drenched in sweat.
"What happened? Wasn't I killed by those beastly neighbors?"
Once he regained his senses, Carl began to survey his surroundings.
This place was familiar; it was his own home. The comfortable temperature in the air struck him as particularly strange.
Because in December 2050, the Blue Star was affected by the explosion of a supernova 500,000 light-years away, leading to a global Cambrian storm.
Global temperatures plummeted; in the city of Haitan where Carl lived, the daily temperature was below minus sixty or seventy degrees, and a blizzard lasted for a month, burying the entire city.
It was said that in the northern part of Huaguo, temperatures even reached a terrifying minus one hundred degrees, with the earth completely buried in ice and snow.
Various species went extinct en masse, and more than ninety-five percent of humanity perished in this disaster.
Carl stood up and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, gulping down more than half.
Although the water was very cold, to him now, it was like nectar.
During the apocalypse, the only way to obtain water was to venture outside, risking extreme temperatures of minus sixty or seventy degrees to dig snow and melt it into water.
Such efforts could easily lead to freezing to death.
After finishing the water, Carl checked his phone.
The screen displayed the date: "November 12."
There was still a whole month before the apocalypse arrived.
"It seems I have been reborn."
Carl took a deep breath and quickly understood what had happened.
The experiences of that month could not have been a dream, especially the pain of being torn apart—it was too real.
Carl raised his head, feeling an immense sense of relief after surviving.
At the same time, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He remembered clearly those who had caused his death.
In this life, he must live well and would no longer show kindness to those beasts.
Moreover, under the premise of ensuring his own safety, he had to take revenge on those animals!
But for now, Carl needed to consider how to survive in the impending apocalypse that would arrive in a month.
Carl's living conditions were still quite good.
His parents had passed away early, and he inherited a 120-square-meter apartment in Haitan City.
He also had over 2 million in savings, which would be considered quite ample in normal times.
However, with the apocalypse approaching, the world would face a severe shortage of resources.
Relying on this little money would not last long.
After all, surviving required a massive amount of resources.
With the ability to prepare in advance, Carl did not just want to survive; he hoped for a certain quality of life in the future.
He needed to balance food and entertainment; otherwise, his mental state would surely break down over time.
Additionally, having weapons and equipment was essential; only then could he protect his safety and fulfill his revenge against his neighbors.
At that moment, a beam of white light suddenly appeared before Carl.
He thought his right eye was a bit blurry and rubbed it.
But suddenly, a strange thought surged in his mind.
It seemed that this beam of white light was part of him, and information about the white light appeared in his mind.
With a thought, Carl's consciousness instantly entered that beam of white light.
Upon entering, he found himself in an enormous, pure white space.
The area was vast, filled only with large expanses of blankness.
"This is… a different space?"
"It seems that after my rebirth, I have acquired some special abilities."
Carl's heart filled with joy.
It appeared that the gamma rays had caused his body to mutate, granting him extraordinary power.
With this vast space, it would be much easier for him to store supplies for the apocalypse.
However, Carl wanted to know just how much he could store in this space and whether there were any limitations on the objects he could collect.
His consciousness quickly returned to his room, and he began to try placing items from his home into the space.
He started with a teacup and a basin, both of which easily went in.
Carl then attempted to stuff larger appliances into the space: a television, refrigerator, washing machine, computer, air conditioner, and vacuum cleaner.
The white space accepted everything, storing all of these items.
Moreover, with just a thought, Carl could retrieve items from the space.
However, some objects that were subjected to strong external forces and were not independently existing were difficult to collect.
For example, when he tried to pry a piece of flooring from the ground, there was no response.
"It seems that the different space has many rules; I need to explore them slowly."
"However, just having this enormous space to store objects allows me to stockpile vast resources!"
He licked his lips, a bold plan forming in his mind.
Carl worked as a supervisor in a warehouse for Walmart.
As the world's largest supermarket, Walmart had everything one could need.
It had three gigantic warehouses in Huaguo: Central Country C, South Country C, and North Country C.
These three warehouses were enormous, especially the South Country C warehouse.
Completed in 2040, it was 1500 meters long, 720 meters wide, and covered over a million square meters! It was the world's largest warehouse!
It had been praised by the president of Walmart's Greater Country C region as the eighth wonder of the world!
Of course, there were only seven wonders recognized worldwide, and the eighth wonder was self-assessed, with thousands of claims.
However, the area and storage capacity of the South Country C warehouse indeed dominate the global warehousing sector.
The supplies kept inside can meet the weekly consumption of millions of people in several cities.
This means that if Carl could completely empty one warehouse and transport the supplies into his space, he wouldn't just have enough for a lifetime—he could last ten lifetimes with that much supply!
The key point is that Walmart has very strict quality control.
There are no low-end, generic goods in the warehouse.
Whether it's food, daily necessities, or luxury items, they are all reputable brands.
If Carl could empty a Walmart warehouse, he would not only not have to worry about supplies when the apocalypse arrives, but he could also live quite lavishly.
As the warehouse supervisor, Carl was incredibly familiar with every shelf, monitoring equipment, and staff scheduling.
Emptying the warehouse would not be a difficult task for him.
Once he made up his mind, Carl felt much more relaxed.
"Gurgle~"
At that moment, Carl's stomach protested with a growl.
He rubbed his belly and glanced at the yellow braised chicken rice he had bought on the table.
After hesitating for a moment, Carl smiled and shook his head, deciding to forgo takeout.
"With the apocalypse coming in a month, I need to eat all the delicious food I can now; otherwise, I won't have the chance later. Why be so stingy with myself?"
Having endured a month of cold and hunger, he was eager to enjoy some hot, delicious food.
What's the point of saving money?
After the apocalypse, money will turn into waste paper, so it's better to spend it all now rather than waste it.
With that thought, Carl turned with flair, ready to find a high-end restaurant he had previously been reluctant to visit, and treat himself to a hearty meal.