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

Under the cover of the heavy night, Lin Chen quietly sneaked into a quiet, upscale villa area on the outskirts of the East City University Town.

The moonlight, like quicksilver, flowed quietly over the silhouettes of European-style pointed roofs and the meticulously manicured lawns.

A night breeze swept by, swirling up a few withered leaves and making a soft rustling sound.

His figure was like a ghost blending into the night, moving at an astonishing speed, easily avoiding the view of all the surveillance cameras.

As he moved quickly, he made a low, precise assessment of the houses along the way:

"The light is still on in that building... There's someone there, so we can rule that out."

"This yard is too small, and the walls are low."

"Tsk, the windowsill is piled high with instant noodle boxes and delivery bags... a shared apartment. On the first day of the apocalypse, internal competition for resources will drive them to their doom."

"This household... has red underwear hanging out to dry paired with Tai Chi practice clothes? Could it be some kind of suspicious senior citizen health retreat?"

Infrared cameras, ground-sensor alarms, and regularly patrolling electric vehicles are all useless to him.

The teleportation over a distance of 100 meters was so silent that not even a blurry afterimage could be captured in the surveillance footage.

About an hour later, he stopped in a lakeside area of ​​detached villas.

The villa in front of us is estimated to cover more than one acre, with the building itself occupying 500 square meters. It has three floors in the main building plus two basement levels.

The light gray natural stone exterior appears calm and dignified under the moonlight. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are equipped with an intelligent shading system, and there is even the outline of a dried-up swimming pool in the courtyard. The overall structure is solid and intact, exuding a sense of restraint amidst its grandeur.

Most importantly, the entire house was pitch black, with no trace of human habitation whatsoever.

"This is it." A glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes as he made his decision.

A slight thought—

"Whoosh!"

The next second, he found himself in the center of the villa's spacious living room.

The luxurious crystal chandelier was not turned on, but the cool moonlight diffused through the floor-to-ceiling windows, enough to illuminate the gleaming marble floor, the high-quality leather sofa, the built-in temperature-controlled wine cabinet, and the fully equipped open kitchen...

The furniture was complete, and the decoration materials were exquisite, yet it was excessively clean and tidy—there were no takeout containers, no slippers lying around, no clothes drying in the sun, and even the double-door refrigerator was empty.

"Three floors above ground and two floors below ground... The first floor has a maid's room and guest rooms; the second floor has master and secondary bedroom suites; the third floor has a large terrace and a multi-functional home theater; the basement is equipped with a garage, storage room, gym, and even an indoor heated swimming pool?"

He examined each floor, and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "I wonder whose 'secret base' this is. I'm really in luck this time."

What's even more intriguing is that the entire house is clearly meticulously maintained regularly, yet it's obviously unoccupied long-term—a typical "reserve property for the wealthy," perhaps intended for occasional vacations or special purposes.

He strode upstairs and went straight into the master bedroom. With a thought, he took out a brand-new, exquisitely textured Egyptian long-staple cotton bedding set from his Creation Pearl space.

In the fifth year of the apocalypse in his previous life, he had slept beside piles of corpses, in leaky tin sheds, and even in the dens of mutated beasts filled with foul smells. Now, being able to lie on such a comfortable bed was simply the ultimate luxury before the end of the world.

After neatly making the bed, he went to the luxurious bathroom in the master bedroom and took a long hot shower.

The warm water washed over his tense muscles and nerves. He closed his eyes, savoring the last peaceful moment before the storm.

He slept soundly that night.

For the next three days, he completely transformed into a "post-apocalyptic fortress builder".

Work began at the crack of dawn, with materials such as military-grade bulletproof composite steel plates, high-strength steel mesh, and quick-setting concrete being retrieved from the infinite space.

He focused on reinforcing all doors and windows, as well as all entrances and exits to the basement. Even the heavy metal door leading to the underground garage was re-welded and reinforced.

On the roof, he installed several large water tanks, filled them with fresh water, and covered the outside of the tanks with bulletproof steel plates to cope with the heavy pressure that the upcoming extreme weather might cause.

The original decorative fence around the villa was replaced with a sturdy explosion-proof steel plate wall.

Besides defense, the main focus of the upgrades was on insulation, with various insulation materials and equipment being continuously improved.

The noise from construction inevitably attracts the attention and dissatisfaction of neighboring villas.

Lin Chen then took out several bottles of top-quality French red wine or rare Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee beans from his spatial storage and casually "gifted" them to the neighbors who came to inquire, easily resolving the conflict.

In any case, this villa is just an initial stronghold for him. Being able to reinforce it to this extent is enough to deal with the initial chaos of the apocalypse.

When they get tired, they lie down to rest, and when they wake up, they continue working.

Undisturbed, the only sounds were the constant rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional distant barking of dogs, a sound of peace and tranquility.

Time flew by in focused silence.

……

The thirtieth day since my rebirth, September 14th, at 9:9 AM.

The final 24 hours before the end of the world.

Lin Chen got up early and carefully prepared a sumptuous breakfast for himself:

Golden-brown eggs on both sides, fragrant bacon, perfectly toasted bread, paired with a cup of freshly ground, aromatic coffee—

All the ingredients are top-quality imported goods from the United States, purchased for free.

"After this meal, by this time tomorrow, I'll probably be staring blankly at compressed biscuits and murky water." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, his tone calm.

Just as he was clearing away the dishes, his ear suddenly twitched slightly—

Footsteps! Extremely faint, yet exceptionally clear, coming from the gravel path in the front yard of the villa, interspersed with the soft, metallic clinking of keys.

Lin Chen's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, and his figure moved like lightning, instantly and silently disappearing behind the heavy door of the entrance hall.

"Click—"

Insert the key precisely into the lock and turn it gently.

The door opened.

A tall and slender figure walked in.

She wore a beige linen casual suit, her long hair casually tied back, and a classic LV handbag slung over her shoulder, her steps exuding a sense of pampered ease.

Just as she stepped into the living room and had not yet adjusted to the indoor light, Lin Chen pounced like a cheetah that had been waiting for a long time!

His left hand instantly locked her slender neck like an iron clamp, while his right hand tightly covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming. At the same time, with a nimble flick of his toe, the heavy solid wood door behind him slammed shut with a "bang."

The woman's body stiffened violently, then she began to struggle desperately! Her sharp high heels kicked fiercely at his shin, while her elbows slammed backward into his ribs—

Their reaction speed and counterattack strength far exceed those of ordinary women.

"Don't move!" Lin Chen whispered in her ear, his voice low but icy cold, as if it could seep out of her. "Move again, and I'll snap your neck."

With the end times approaching, he had long since cast aside any pointless pity and moral constraints.