You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

It's the seventh day of the torrential rain, at 7 a.m.

The three people living in room 3602 were awakened by hunger, and drinking water was no longer enough to suppress their nagging stomachs.

The blond-haired guy lying on the sofa groggily opened his eyes, sniffed hard, and muttered, "Damn, where's that smell coming from? Who eats such a good breakfast?"

"We're the only household on this floor, it must be drifting in from outside." The fat man came out of the bathroom, walked around to the balcony and sniffed. "It sounds like they're cooking upstairs."

Huang Mao scratched his head. He had barely managed to fill his stomach with a packet of instant noodles yesterday.

The aroma made my stomach rumble again.

The skinny boy next to him pushed up his glasses. "Do you think anyone will bring food today...?"

"I doubt it." The fat man looked at the streets outside, which had been flooded like rivers, and the relentless downpour. "I guess the government is too busy taking care of itself."

"Damn it!" The blond-haired guy jumped to his feet, grabbed a broom from the corner, and shouted, "Let's go, let's go upstairs and ask for food! If they don't give us any, we'll just steal it. It's better than starving to death here!"

The bespectacled man and the fat man exchanged a glance, reading hesitation in each other's eyes.

"Brother Yong, isn't this a bad idea?" The fat man scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled.

Although they often use foul language when they stream games and like to trash talk.

But I really don't have the guts to rob someone at their door!

"What are you afraid of!" Zhang Yong glared at him angrily. "We're all neighbors, what's wrong with borrowing some food? We can't just starve to death here, can we?"

After he finished speaking, he turned to the man with glasses, his tone laced with threat: "Ah Long, are you in or not? If you starve to death, your mother won't have anyone to pay her medical bills."

The boy, nicknamed "Ah Long," pushed up his glasses, rubbed his stomach which was starting to rumble inappropriately, hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up a badminton racket.

Zhang Yong smiled with satisfaction, then looked at the fat man and asked, "What about you? Are you going or not?"

The fat man pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and picked up another racket. "We're just going to borrow some. Once we get through these few days, we'll pay back double the amount of food."

"Okay," Zhang Yong replied casually.

The three men, armed with their weapons, stormed off to the 37th floor.

Seeing the brand-new steel door of 3703, Zhang Yong sneered.

"This steel door is so thick, it must be hiding a lot of good stuff!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting, "Open the door!"

The heavy steel door didn't make much of a sound when it was slammed; it didn't even budge.

Zhang Yong frowned, clenched his fist, and pounded it hard. "Open the door! We live downstairs and came to borrow some food!"

After a while, his hands were red from clapping, but there was still no movement inside.

He even doubted whether the people inside could hear him at all.

I looked around, but there wasn't even a doorbell.

He simply picked up a broom and slammed it against the steel door, yelling as he did so, "Open the door! Get the food out! Or I'll smash this damn door to pieces!"

click-

The broomstick broke in two, and not even a scratch was left on the steel door.

Zhang Yong threw the broom on the ground with a burst of courage, cursing, "Damn! Is there a vault hidden in there? Who are they trying to keep out of with such a thick door?!"

The commotion was so loud that other residents couldn't help but push their doors open a crack and peek out.

Seeing that the three of them had grabbed their weapons, he quickly locked the door, fearing that if they couldn't get 3703's food, they would turn their attention to his own house.

Zhang Yong's shouts could not be heard inside 3703; even the faint muffled sounds were drowned out by the sound of rain outside.

Lou Yunzheng, who was sleeping in the study, was still soundly asleep, dreaming of playing chess with the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams). The two elderly people in the master bedroom did not even turn over.

Only Lou Fengyue got up early and was busy in the kitchen, preparing to cook more cooked food to store in her space.

[Host, there's trouble outside.]

The system reminded her.

A virtual panel popped up, and in the surveillance footage, three young men were seen wielding badminton rackets and broomsticks, banging on the door menacingly.

But even though they tried their best, breaking broomsticks and bending badminton rackets, they couldn't leave a single scratch on the steel door.

Lou Fengyu chuckled lightly, "As expected of the top-of-the-line explosion-proof steel door that my brother bought for 200,000 yuan."

Let alone a badminton racket, even a rocket launcher might not be able to blast it open.

A WeChat message popped up on my phone.

Liu Wu: {Hey girl, someone's banging on your door. Do you need help chasing them away?}

Lou Fengyue: {No need, they'll leave when they're tired.}

Liu Wu: {You were so farsighted, installing such a thick steel door.}

Lou Fengyue stared at the message for a few seconds without replying.

She looked at the three people screaming and going crazy in the surveillance footage, and it seemed like she had never seen them before.

He then asked Liu Wu: "Who are those three people?"

Liu Wu: {They shared apartment 3602 and did game livestreaming. The guy with the blond hair is Zhang Yong from the residents' group chat.}

Lou Fengyue checked the owners' group chat. Zhang Yong had been very active in the group these past few days, but most of his posts were full of resentment.

When the power goes out, blame the property management; when there's a downpour, blame God; when there's flooding, blame the government; when food runs out, blame the country.

He went on and on about everything that deserved to be scolded and that shouldn't have been, and his volatile temper was evident in every word he uttered.

Lou Fengyue turned off her phone and shifted her gaze back to the surveillance screen.

The three young men were already starving, and after venting their frustration at the steel door for a few minutes, they were panting heavily and sweating profusely.

"This door is really sturdy!" The fat man, his temper flaring up, kicked the steel door indignantly.

"Don't waste your time here, go ask someone else!" Zhang Yong glanced at the steel door unwillingly, then glared resentfully at the camera above, before finally turning and walking towards room 3704.

Lou Fengyue switched to the surveillance camera at the emergency exit, where she could see the scene in front of room 3704 from one corner of the camera.

She remembered that the household consisted of a girl in her twenties and an old lady.

The old woman is dead; her body is still inside the house.

Although Zhang Yong and his two companions were starving, they hadn't completely lost their humanity yet. They would definitely be afraid of the corpse and probably wouldn't make things difficult for the girl.

Sure enough, in the surveillance footage, the stainless steel security door opened a crack, and Zhang Yong and the other two pretended to rush in, but they froze on the spot as soon as they made a move.

After grumbling a few times, he turned and left.

Their target shifted to the adjacent 3706.

Liu Wu is a fitness coach. He is tall and muscular, and looks like someone you don't want to mess with.

Although Zhang Yong and his two companions were young, they were either as thin as bamboo poles or panting heavily after taking only a few steps, so they were no match for Liu Wu.

The moment they saw Liu Wu as the security door opened, they chickened out. They tried to politely ask to borrow some food, but Liu Wu slammed the door shut on them.

Lou Fengyue covered her mouth and chuckled softly a few times before closing the system panel.

A while later, Liu Wu sent word that the three men had taken a small box of bread from 3701.

Lou Fengyue thought about it carefully.

3701 is a single male, about the same age as her, works in IT, wears black-rimmed glasses, and looks timid.

No wonder he was bullied by Zhang Yong and his gang.

Once Zhang Yong and his friends finish that box of bread, they'll definitely go back to 3701 to rob more; honest people don't survive long in the apocalypse.