Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Deep inside the supermarket, a dozen survivors, hiding behind shelves or in the staff break room, stared in disbelief through the gaps at everything that was happening.

Most of them were elderly people who came to buy groceries in the morning, as well as mall employees who didn't have time to escape.

Lin Chen didn't even glance in the direction where they were hiding, and continued his "collection" work.

His movements were so meticulous that he even swept several unopened boxes of family planning supplies from the corner of the shelf into the space.

Li Ya glanced at the pile of brightly colored little boxes, her ears instantly burning red. Her gaze darted away, and she muttered under her breath, "Do...do we really need something like this?"

Lin Chen remained expressionless, his voice calm and even: "In the apocalypse, despair and suffering are the norm. For some, temporary numbness is one of the motivations to survive. Moreover, these kinds of items can sometimes truly be life-saving 'resources' for women."

Li Ya was taken aback, then bit her lower lip and nodded silently.

She finally understood more deeply that in Lin Chen's eyes, there was no longer any so-called "shame" or "morality" to bind him; only cold "practical value" and "probability of survival" remained.

Returning to the first floor, they began to ascend floor by floor.

International brand cosmetics counters? Buy them! Those bottles and jars might be used for trading in extreme environments, or to maintain the most basic facial cleansing.

A gold and jewelry counter? Lin Chen used a dagger to pry open the reinforced glass cover and put all the gold bars, necklaces, bracelets, diamond rings and other precious metals and gems into the space—after the complete collapse of order, these will be the potential foundation for rebuilding some kind of hard currency system.

Go up to the second floor, which is a spacious clothing area.

Men's wear, women's wear, children's wear, underwear, sports brands... a dazzling array, representing a microcosm of the consumerism of a bygone era of prosperity.

Deep inside a high-end children's clothing store on the second floor, they discovered something amiss. Li Ya keenly heard faint, suppressed sobs coming from the storage room.

Lin Chen signaled her to be on guard, then silently approached and suddenly pulled open the storage room door.

A middle-aged woman, adorned with jewels and dressed in an expensive suit, huddled in a corner. Upon seeing a living person, especially Lin Chen who was wielding a weapon, she lunged at him as if grasping at a straw, trying to grab his arm.

Lin Chen reacted extremely quickly, raising the gun and pressing the cold metal against her forehead, forcing her to stagger backward and fall to the ground.

"Save me! Please save me! I'll give you money! I have a lot of money! My husband is the general manager of ** company, he's very powerful, if you save me, he will definitely reward you handsomely..." She pleaded incoherently, even starting to kowtow, her voice hoarse and desperate.

Li Ya looked at Lin Chen with a complicated expression, but did not speak.

Lin Chen's gaze, however, was as sharp as a hawk's, instantly locking onto the side of her neck—a fresh, jagged claw mark with the flesh turned outwards, its edges already showing an ominous bluish-black hue.

What's even more chilling is that deep within her eyes, strands of black are rapidly spreading and eroding the original whites of her eyes.

He gestured for Li Ya to pay attention with his eyes.

When Li Ya saw the wounds and the changes in the eyes, her heart tightened, and she instantly understood—this woman was beyond saving; it was only a matter of time before she turned into a zombie, and it could happen in the next second.

Lin Chen no longer hesitated. Just as the noblewoman's body began to convulse uncontrollably, and a non-human scream was about to escape her throat—

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the bullet pierced her skull precisely, ending the impending tragedy.

Lin Chen quickly stepped forward, put Shang Wen's body into his spatial storage, and then also collected any spare clothes or supplies that might be in the storage room.

The two continued walking in silence, the atmosphere becoming even more tense due to the earlier incident.

Soon, they arrived at the famous Chanel boutique.

The store was equally chaotic: mannequins were sprawled out, expensive perfume bottles were broken, and the fragrance mingled with a faint smell of blood.

Three zombies dressed in store clerk uniforms lay near the cashier, each shot in the head—they had been cleared away by Lin Chen earlier.

Li Ya's eyes lit up; the limited-edition handbags, exquisite ready-to-wear clothes, and haute couture gowns in the store still held considerable appeal for her.

She was about to step inside when Lin Chen blocked her way.

Lin Chen's eyes flashed like lightning, quickly scanning every corner of the store, finally settling on the innermost row of fitting rooms hidden by heavy velvet curtains.

He gave Li Ya a warning gesture.

Having just experienced the children's clothing store, Li Ya instantly understood—there might be something hidden inside, and it might not even be a living person!

She immediately held her breath, tiptoed, and crouched low to the door of the outermost fitting room, her back pressed against the cold wall.

Lin Chen held his gun steady, aiming at the direction the curtain might be lifted, his eyes cold and icy.

Li Ya took a deep breath, suddenly reached out, and with a "whoosh," tore open the heavy curtain, while quickly dodging to the side and back to avoid a possible attack.

However, the expected attack or roar did not occur, and Lin Chen's gun did not fire.

The shop was deathly silent, with only the faint sound of rain in the distance.

Lin Chen frowned and cautiously approached, gun in hand.

Li Ya didn't hear any noise, so she turned around and looked into the fitting room in confusion.

In the cramped corner of the fitting room, two figures were tightly embracing each other, trembling.

They wrapped themselves up from head to toe in several expensive silk dresses and cashmere shawls, like two fledgling birds huddled together after being frightened in a blizzard, almost blending into the pile of clothes in the corner.

Seemingly sensing that the curtain had been pulled open and not hearing any movement from the zombies, the trembling of the two "clothes" paused slightly.

Then, one of them carefully and very slowly lifted a corner of the skirt covering her face, revealing a pair of almond-shaped eyes filled with tears and terror.

Immediately afterwards, another person did the same thing.

Two almost identical faces emerged one after the other from the clothing.

Her porcelain-white, delicate skin had lost its color due to fear; her straight nose and beautifully curved lips trembled slightly; most captivating were her eyes, large and bright, with slightly upturned corners.

At this moment, however, it resembled a startled fawn, its body enveloped in a misty haze.

What's even more astonishing is that these two faces are like reflections in a mirror, with an extremely high degree of similarity from eyebrows and eyes to lip shape, from face shape to expression. They are breathtakingly beautiful, yet as fragile as delicate and easily broken porcelain dolls.

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment. Li Ya, who was next to him, instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes full of surprise.

What stunned him was not only their outstanding beauty, but also the fact that they were twins.

Twin beauties with identical genes, a rarity even before the apocalypse, become exponentially rarer and more likely to cause trouble in a post-apocalyptic environment where order has collapsed and life is precarious.

In his previous life, he struggled to survive for five years and never encountered anything like this; in just two days since his rebirth, he has encountered a top-notch flight attendant like Li Ya, and now he has run into these two stunningly beautiful twin sisters.