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

Commander Feng glanced at the supplies piled up to the ceiling, paused for a moment, and then looked at Lin Chen.

"Lord Lin, this..."

"Not enough?" Lin Chen asked.

"It's enough, but this warehouse—" Commander Feng scratched his head, "is overflowing."

Lin Chen smiled: "Shall we go somewhere else?"

Commander Feng didn't hesitate and immediately led the way, and the two went to the spare warehouse next door.

With another wave of his hand, a second batch of supplies poured out, filling the warehouse to the brim.

After the last box of supplies landed, Commander Feng stood at the warehouse door, looking at the two warehouses piled up so tightly they were almost airtight, and remained silent for several seconds.

Then he turned around and nodded solemnly to Lin Chen.

"Thank you, Lord Lin."

He paused, his tone tinged with emotion: "With these supplies... we can feed even more people."

Lin Chen smiled slightly, his tone calm yet exuding confidence:

"Commander Feng, don't worry. As long as we have crystal cores, I have plenty of supplies."

Commander Feng nodded and said without much ceremony, "Don't worry, clearing out these zombies is one of our daily tasks. Lord Lin only needs to come once a month from now on, and I'll prepare the crystal cores for you."

"it is good."

The two talked as they returned to the office they had just been in.

Lin Chen sat down on the sofa and casually inquired about the power situation in Shenzhen.

Commander Feng didn't hide anything and simply laid out a map on the table for him.

"Besides here," he pointed to several places, "there's a large survivor base in Bao'an, Shekou, and the Foxconn factory area. They're all quite large, and the leaders are all S-class superhumans."

He paused, then added, "There are also many scattered medium-sized bases in other places, ranging from three to five hundred to over a thousand people, each with their own territory, barely surviving."

Lin Chen looked at the markings on the map, lost in thought.

Commander Feng looked up at him, his tone carrying a hint of reminder:

"However, Lord Lin, these places shouldn't lack supplies in the short term. They've occupied the food factories and warehouses, and their stocks are enough to last for a while. Go and exchange crystal cores with them now..."

He shook his head and smiled: "I'm afraid the other party might not agree."

Lin Chen frowned slightly.

Commander Feng is right. The apocalypse has only been going on for less than a month, and these large bases in Shenzhen all have food factories and warehouses, so they have plenty of supplies.

Unlike Guangzhou, he hadn't visited all the major supply depots.

Unlike in Dongguan, Hu San was very pragmatic, and Huang Jun was directly "cleaned up" by him.

These people are not lacking in food and clothing for the time being.

Naturally, they wouldn't easily exchange crystal cores for resources.

But he urgently needs crystal cores now.

To upgrade the Creation Pearl to level seven, you need at least ten million crystal cores, or even more.

He was uncertain. The 800,000 in Dongguan and the 1 million in Shenzhen only amounted to 1.8 million. Adding the previous inventory and the profits from Shanshui Garden, he now had about 2.7 million, but he was still far from the threshold of level seven.

Moreover, some of these are one-time earnings, and the next earnings won't come until a month later.

He has to collect all the crystal cores he can in Shenzhen.

A deep intuition told him that after reaching level seven, the Creation Pearl would undergo a dramatic transformation.

That change was not merely an expansion of space, nor was it simply an increase in the production of spirit crystals.

He even had a vague feeling that...

After reaching level seven, he might be able to learn the truth about this apocalypse from the Creation Pearl.

Why is blood raining down?

Why are zombies rampant?

Why did my superpower awaken?

These questions had been weighing on his mind since the first day he woke up.

In his past life, he died before he could find the answer; in this life…

He needs to know!

Therefore, he must obtain these crystal cores in Shenzhen.

If the other party is willing to exchange, then let's exchange—they have plenty of supplies; it's a fair trade, and everyone gets what they need.

If the other party is unwilling...

Lin Chen lowered his eyes, concealing the cold glint that flashed in them.

Then we'll have to resort to some "unconventional methods".

He raised his head, his composed smile returning to his face, and looked at Commander Feng:

"Commander Feng, it's alright. Deals are all negotiated, aren't they?"

He spoke casually, as if the thoughts that had just crossed his mind had never existed.

Commander Feng smiled but didn't reply. Anyone who's survived the apocalypse to this day, and is even thriving, has their own plans.

Lin Chen stood up.

"Then Commander Feng, I won't bother you any longer. I'll go and meet the heads of these families."

"Alright." Commander Feng also stood up to see the guest off. "Lord Lin, please take your leave. Come visit me anytime."

As the two reached the door, Commander Feng suddenly remembered something and added:

"If you have free time, you can also visit Hong Kong City. The population density there is no lower than that of Shenzhen City."

Lin Chen paused, then nodded. Hong Kong was already part of his plan.

"Thank you for the reminder, Commander Feng."

He waved and strode away with Yuanzai.

Commander Feng stood there, watching the backs of the man and the bear, lost in thought.

Lin Chen walked out of the military base, and the sky outside was still gray.

He looked up, but the eagle had vanished.

"I'll deal with you next time I come," he muttered.

Lin Chen patted Yuanzai's head and climbed onto him.

"Let's go, next stop."

Yuanzai let out a howl and took off running towards Bao'an on its four short legs. It left a series of crooked bear paw prints on the snow.

When Lin Chen led Yuanzai into Bao'an, he could clearly feel that this place was different from other places.

Factories stand side by side, warehouses stretch as far as the eye can see, and although the signs for the logistics park are faded, the huge warehouses still stand, like silent behemoths.

Before the apocalypse, this was a major industrial town in Shenzhen. After the apocalypse, the supplies in these warehouses became the most valuable commodities.

No wonder Commander Feng said that this is the place in Shenzhen with the least shortage of supplies; it truly is prosperous.

The snow on the street had been trampled down, and there were signs of human activity.

Occasionally, a few sentries could be seen by the roadside. When they saw him riding the giant panda past, they all cast surprised glances, but no one came up to question him.

Perhaps they couldn't see through his true nature and didn't want to cause trouble.

Lin Chen continued forward until he was stopped by a roadblock.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

Several women armed with weapons emerged from behind cover, each with sharp eyes and swift movements.

The leader was a woman in her thirties with short hair, a sharp-featured face, and a heroic air. She was also holding a machete in her hand.

Lin Chen jumped off Yuanzai's back and said with a smile, "Those who come to make a deal, look for your boss."

The woman looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on Yuanzai for a moment, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes.

She didn't ask who he was or where he came from; she simply remained silent for a few seconds before stepping aside.

"Come with me."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow. This reaction is interesting.

"Beautiful lady, what's your name?" Lin Chen asked.

"You can call me Sister Qian," the beautiful woman said, giving him a deep look.