After paying the deposit, Jiang Ning rushed to the largest outdoor gear store in the city.

Two inflatable assault boats, four rubber rafts, earthquake and fire emergency kits, tents, fire axes, climbing ropes, binoculars, radios, waterproof flashlights, high-capacity solar chargers, and more.

When it came to survival gear, she couldn’t afford to be careless—everything had to be high quality.

Seeing a big spender, the shopkeeper eagerly recommended down jackets and sleeping bags. “We’re running a sale today—everything is discounted, and we guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”

Jiang Ning looked unimpressed. “Got anything that can handle minus sixty to seventy degrees Celsius?”

The shopkeeper was startled. “This is the south—people wear T-shirts in winter.”

“I’m heading to the Arctic for research.”

Realizing she wasn’t joking, the shopkeeper quickly contacted industry connections and said to her, “There’s polar-grade cold-resistant clothing and mummy-style sleeping bags. If used together, they’ll absolutely keep you warm. But they’re expensive and stocked out of province.”

The connected store had an online presence with good reviews. They could ship via express delivery to arrive by tomorrow afternoon.

Jiang Ning ordered two sets of each, spending over 6,000 yuan.

She spent another 12,000 yuan at the outdoor store, loading her car full and secretly transferring everything into her storage space when no one was looking.

The assault boats needed diesel, but diesel wasn’t sold to individuals.

So she went to an auto shop to buy a siphon pump and barrels, filled up her car at nearby gas stations, then drove to places without cameras or people and siphoned the fuel into containers. After several runs, she gathered 500 liters of gasoline.

The apocalypse would be chaotic and violent. She went to a security supply store. “Boss, I’m going to America.”

Hearing that, the boss pulled out top-tier gear. “The scenery’s great there—you really shouldn’t skimp.”

She picked up three sets of anti-stab clothing and two bulletproof vests, then drove straight to the largest wholesale clothing market on the outskirts.

Down jackets, military coats, cashmere sweaters, thermal wear, scarves, gloves, socks, anti-slip snow boots, lightweight sneakers, insulated shoes, slippers…

She bought anything she could think of and might need—brand didn’t matter, only quality.

She spent 12,000 yuan at the clothing wholesale market, then headed to the adjacent daily goods wholesale mall.

Electric blankets, down quilts, especially large cotton quilts—8kg and 10kg ones, three of each—all packed in vacuum bags.

Shampoo, body wash, laundry detergent, sanitary pads, tissues, toothpaste, toothbrushes, thermos flasks, lighters, rubber hot water bottles… She even bought 20,000 disposable heating pads—lifesavers in freezing conditions.

Some e-commerce vendors were selling rare items: glass kerosene lamps and waterproof, wind-resistant lanterns—antiques from the ’60s and ’70s.

She ordered five of each. “Got kerosene?”

They did, but it was hard to sell, so the shop only had 100 liters in stock.

Jiang Ning bought it all and asked for extra lamp wicks. These lasted far longer than candles.

Alcohol stoves, fuel blocks, portable gas stoves—then remembering she had electricity in her space, she also picked up a few induction cookers.

Insecticide, disinfectant, water purification tablets, floral water spray—anything she could think of, she bought, spending another 20,000 yuan in total.

Next door was the fruit wholesale market. Apples, pears, watermelon, kiwis, bananas, Hami melons, starfruit, Summer Black grapes, raisins—around twenty varieties in total. That cost another 6,000 yuan.

By the time she left the wholesale market, night had fallen.

She saw several missed calls—all from Zhang Chao. His message said the medical supplies were ready.

Jiang Ning drove to his office building. There were more than twenty large boxes: antibiotics, anti-inflammatory meds, iodine, medical alcohol, gauze—even tetanus vaccines.

All life-saving essentials in the event of a natural disaster. Though she spent over 40,000 yuan, Jiang Ning felt much more at ease.

Zhang Chao transferred her 2,000 yuan as commission. “You wanted such a wide variety that I had to contact other suppliers to get everything.”

“I’ll drop off the goods first and treat you to a big meal in a few days.” Sitting in the driver’s seat, Jiang Ning reminded him, “There’s a strong typhoon coming—stock up on oil and food at home.”

Zhang Chao didn’t take it seriously. There had already been over a dozen typhoons this year, and every time it had just been a lot of noise with little actual damage.

After storing the medical supplies in her space, Jiang Ning headed to the university town’s food street and ordered barbecue, beer, and stir-fried rice noodles.

The food street was bustling with people, mostly young students and couples—youthful, lively faces completely unaware of the disaster looming ahead.

While waiting for the barbecue, she was drawn to the glowing red charcoal fire.

Sure enough, in the middle of all the chaos, she’d almost forgotten the most important thing.

She quickly asked the stall owner for contacts who sold charcoal, coal briquettes, and liquefied gas tanks.

Then she made phone calls one by one, hoping to have the goods delivered the next day.

Unfortunately, her luck was bad. All the stores were in low-lying areas and had been ordered by authorities to move their inventory. They were too busy to help.

The three shops happened to be in the same area. Jiang Ning didn’t even wait to eat—she drove straight there.

Charcoal was cheap but took up space. After checking her storage space, she bought 500 jin (about 250kg) of smokeless high-temperature charcoal and was given a charcoal stove and fire starter.

One liquefied gas tank could last two months, so to be safe in case the space lost power, she bought ten.

Honeycomb coal lasted long, but due to a national power shortage and trade sanctions with Australia, coal prices had skyrocketed—two yuan per briquette. Gritting her teeth, she bought 2,000 of them.

She got back to her apartment around 9 p.m. Jiang Ning took a short rest before entering the space to organize the cluttered supplies.

To save space, she stacked the gas tanks, coal, and charcoal in the kitchen.

She removed unnecessary packaging from all the supplies, packed loose items into vacuum bags, and stacked them in layers up to the ceiling.

Money had flown like water—she had spent over 120,000 yuan that day, just enough to fill the small room and kitchen, estimated to be around 50 cubic meters.

Just as she finished tidying up, she was suddenly kicked and thrown out of the space.

Jiang Ning, completely stunned: “…”

She tried to re-enter, but an invisible barrier blocked her.

Damn it—the space swallowed all her supplies!