Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Xu Xiaoyan is an ordinary warehouse manager at Xuanxian Zhonglian Supermarket.

My daily work consisted of taking inventory and organizing stock. Life was peaceful but monotonous. However, this peace was broken on an ordinary Tuesday morning.

When she got up to take a shower, she inadvertently noticed something on her right side. Looking down, she saw a silvery-white leaf mark.

It's only the size of a fingernail, with such delicate contours that it looks like it's inlaid in the skin with extremely fine silver threads. It feels smooth to the touch, without any bumps or unusual sensations, just like a natural birthmark.

She rubbed it with her fingertip in confusion, but it didn't hurt or itch. Just as she was wondering if it was someone's prank or if she had accidentally gotten something on her skin,

A sudden, sharp pain gripped her head, as if a steel needle were piercing her temple.

Her vision went black, and she nearly collapsed by the sink. A severe headache persisted, accompanied by bouts of nausea.

She forced herself to call the supermarket manager to ask for leave, her voice trembling. After hanging up, she immediately took a taxi to Xuanxian First People's Hospital.

After registering, waiting, and describing my symptoms to the doctor, who then ordered a series of tests: blood routine, CT scan, EEG...

She walked through the hospital corridors, which were filled with the smell of disinfectant, and endured the discomfort as she completed one test after another. The wait for the results was long and agonizing.

Finally, the doctor in the white coat, holding all the reports, told her with a slight frown:

"The test results showed everything was normal, with no organic lesions. Why are you having such a severe headache? Have you been working too hard lately?"

High levels of stress can also cause severe headaches. I'll prescribe some medication to soothe your nerves. The most important thing for you is to go home, rest well, relax, and observe the situation.

Filled with doubt and a hint of self-doubt—"Could it really be that I'm just hallucinating from exhaustion?"—Xu Xiaoyan returned home.

She took a pill prescribed by the doctor, nestled on the sofa in the living room, thinking that drinking some hot water might make her feel better.

As I reached for the glass on the coffee table, the moment my fingertips touched the cold glass, the intense headache struck again without warning.

She instinctively closed her eyes tightly, her mind a jumble of thoughts, hoping only that the tormenting pain would disappear quickly.

A few seconds later, the headache receded like a tide, coming suddenly and leaving just as quickly. She slowly opened her eyes and subconsciously reached for the cup again, only to find it empty.

Xu Xiaoyan was stunned. The coffee table was empty, and the glass that she had just touched was nowhere to be found!

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, leaned over to look under the coffee table, and then looked around at the floor—there was nothing there!

Just as she was feeling lost and helpless, a clear image suddenly appeared in her mind: it was the missing glass.

It stayed quietly in an indescribable, hazy, strange space, seemingly floating, within reach. As soon as the thought arose, almost instinctively, she silently murmured "come back" in her heart.

The next second, the glass reappeared perfectly on the coffee table, right where it had been, as if it had never been moved an inch.

The living room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat. Xu Xiaoyan stared wide-eyed at the cup.

Her breathing became rapid as an absurd and unbelievable thought popped into her mind.

She stood up abruptly, her gaze sweeping over the small refrigerator in the corner of the living room, the plastic shoe rack by the door, and the fabric sofa she had just left.

She took a deep breath, focused all her energy, imagined enveloping them all, and then mentally commanded, "Disappear!"

In an instant, the center of the living room became empty. The refrigerator, shoe rack, sofa—everything she had just been looking at—vanished into thin air without leaving a trace.

At the same time, she clearly "saw" them in her mind, just like the cup, quietly stacked in that hazy, mysterious space, without interfering with each other.

Suppressing a gasp that threatened to burst from her throat, Xu Xiaoyan struggled to calm her wildly beating heart and focused her mind once more: "Come out!"

The scenery before her eyes changed like a slideshow; the refrigerator, shoe rack, and sofa instantly returned to their original positions without the slightest deviation, as if everything just now was merely an illusion she had in the blink of an eye.

Her legs went weak, and she slumped back onto the sofa that had just appeared. She raised her slightly trembling hand and looked at the silvery-white leaf mark on her waist, which was hidden by her clothes.

All questions have been answered; it wasn't due to overwork or hallucinations.

The novel describes... spatial abilities.

She, Xu Xiaoyan, an ordinary warehouse manager, actually possessed a "space" that only existed in her imagination.

"What on earth is going on?" she muttered to herself, her gaze sweeping over the objects in the living room once more. A strong desire to explore overcame her initial panic, and she decided to test this suddenly appearing "space" more systematically.

She first tried to collect smaller items: a pen, a remote control, a magazine, and the process went smoothly.

As long as she concentrates on what she wants to put in, they will immediately disappear and appear clearly in the hazy space in her mind's "vision".

Similarly, with a single thought, they could return to the real world and appear anywhere she specified—in her palm, on the table, or even in mid-air (the magazine fell to the ground with a "thud").

Next, she tried to collect living things. There were several pots of orchids on the balcony. She focused her attention on a leaf, and the leaf trembled slightly, but did not disappear.

She then tried targeting a small flying insect in the flowerpot. After several attempts, the insect was still crawling. "Unable to collect live insects?" she thought to herself.

She tried to retrieve an apple from the fruit bowl in the living room from a distance, but failed the first time; it seemed that she struggled beyond five meters.

She shortened the distance to three meters, and the apple disappeared successfully. "There's a distance limit; it's probably effective within three to five meters?" She wasn't sure; more experiments were needed.

Her biggest concern was the size of the space, so she tried her best to cram things in: clothes, blankets, a few books, a laptop, a bag of rice from the kitchen...

The space in her mind seemed to have boundaries; the more things she put into it, the smaller the darkness within it became.

After she packed away all the movable items in the house, it barely filled about one-twentieth of the space.

Based on this calculation, her property certificate shows an area of ​​120 square meters, so her own space is approximately 2,000 square meters, with an unknown height. It is unknown whether time stands still inside this space.

After putting everything back in its place, she tried to put a few bottles of yogurt and a popsicle from the refrigerator into the storage space.