Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Wang Yuming was taken aback, and immediately refused, "No! What are you doing? You need these more by yourself!"

Xu Xiaoyan shook her head, reached out and patted the heavy bag of potatoes beside her, trying to make her tone sound more relaxed:

"These potatoes are enough for me. They keep me full and last a long time. The biscuits and persimmons... are too heavy. Besides, I'm traveling alone, and it's not safe if the stuff is too conspicuous."

Looking at her pale yet determined face, Wang Yuming finally stopped refusing.

As everyone's figures gradually blurred, Xu Xiaoyan's last breath suddenly loosened, and a severe headache overwhelmed her once again like a tidal wave.

She knew she absolutely could not collapse here, exposed on the open roadside; for a lone and frail woman, that would be tantamount to suicide.

"I have to... find a place to hide," she murmured to herself, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Gritting her teeth, she used all her strength to support herself and staggered toward the nearby forest.

The mountain path was rugged, with withered branches and loose stones constantly tripping her up. She had a terrible headache, and her vision was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.

She could only rely on instinct to climb upwards, trying to stay as far away from any potential danger as possible.

She walked for an unknown amount of time, perhaps an hour, perhaps longer, until she finally exhausted her last bit of strength, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

Looking around, it was a relatively flat clearing in the woods, with dense trees and waist-high grass forming a natural shelter. It was quiet, and there was no sign of any human activity.

After confirming that she was temporarily safe, she took a deep breath and focused her almost collapsing consciousness. The next second, a lightweight single tent appeared out of thin air on the ground in front of her.

Too exhausted to level the ground or do any more preparation, she practically crawled into the tent.

The moment the zipper was zipped up, everything outside seemed to be shut out, and the darkness and confinement brought a slightly distorted sense of security.

It felt as if countless needles were piercing her head at the same time, causing her to curl up in pain and her teeth to chatter uncontrollably.

At this moment, Linchuan City, the underground city, and the future path were all crushed to dust by this extreme pain.

She couldn't think of anything; only one primal, instinctive thought occupied her entire consciousness: "First...survive, rest...I must rest..."

When Xu Xiaoyan regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was not a headache, but a sharp, stabbing emptiness in her stomach.

The loud rumbling of intestines was exceptionally clear in the silent tent, like the body's most primal protest for survival.

She slowly opened her eyes. The tent was dark, with only a few faint rays of sunlight filtering through the cracks.

The excruciating headache that had almost torn her apart had now largely subsided.

Only a dull, persistent migraine remained, like the discomfort after a hangover. Although it was still unpleasant, it was at least within a tolerable range.

"I'm finally... alive," she whispered hoarsely, her throat dry and sore.

She fumbled in her backpack and took out the watch that Wang Yuming had given her.

Pressing the side button illuminated a faint backlight, displaying the date and time that instantly widened her eyes.

"Good heavens..." She couldn't help but gasp. "I actually slept for two whole days and two nights?"

No wonder he was so hungry.

After a brief moment of shock, a sense of relief at surviving a disaster welled up inside me. She was still alive, and her headache was getting better. That was more important than anything else.

A strong sense of hunger urged her to act immediately. She focused her mind again and took out three boxed meals from her spatial storage: vinegar chicken, braised pork, and braised pork ribs with potatoes.

The outer edge of the box felt slightly warm to the touch, as if it had just come out of the pot.

Ignoring everything else, she lifted the lid, picked up the accompanying chopsticks, and began to eat almost wolfing it down.

Sweet and sour vinegar chicken, braised pork belly with a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat and a rich sauce, and tender potatoes wrapped around melt-in-your-mouth spare ribs...

Every bite is a great comfort to the taste buds and the best solace to an empty stomach.

She ate quickly and hastily, barely having time to savor the food. She instinctively stuffed large mouthfuls of food into her mouth and swallowed them to fill the huge energy gap.

In just a short while, she finished off the three large boxes of food, leaving not even the scallions and sauce.

She leaned against the tent wall with satisfaction, let out a long sigh, and was about to pack up her lunchbox when she suddenly stopped.

wrong!

I was in such a hurry to get my lunchbox that I didn't have time to look at it closely, and now that I've come to my senses, I feel a subtle sense of unease.

She unconsciously immersed herself in the space again, and the next second, she was stunned.

The space... has become larger.

The space that had been crammed full of her collected supplies, leaving almost no gaps, now suddenly had a large, empty black area.

She looked around carefully, quickly making an estimate in her mind.

If the area was about 2,000 square meters before, it is now about 4,000 square meters.

This realization shook her to her core.

The size of the space had remained unchanged since she discovered it, and this sudden expansion immediately reminded her of the severe headache that had almost killed her.

"Could it be... that my head is hurting so much because the space needs to be expanded?"

However, all of this was just her conjecture.

In this world where order has collapsed, she has no one to ask, nor can she reveal her greatest secret. Any leak could bring her death.

"Never mind," she exhaled softly, as if trying to expel the lingering fear, and murmured to herself, "Just consider it... the price that must be paid for the space upgrade."

The warmth after the meal dispelled the weakness of the past few days, and Xu Xiaoyan quickly cleaned herself up.

After changing my clothes, I climbed out of the tent and neatly put the tent and other items back into my storage space, leaving only a few packs of compressed biscuits, a bottle of water, and a watermelon knife in my backpack.

When her fingers touched the solar-powered watch that Wang Yuming had given her, she hesitated for a moment and decided not to wear it; it was too conspicuous.

"It's safest to keep it in the storage space," she thought. "I'll take it out when I need it."

As his consciousness swept across the space that had almost doubled in size, a thought uncontrollably popped into his head:

Now that we have extra space, could we go back and clean up the potato patch that we didn't have time to take away completely?

But the next second, she calmly rejected the idea.

Too much time has passed; that large family has probably already reached that area.

Returning alone now to compete with the other side for resources would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den.