In the end, Nan Muran spent 150 million to stockpile a huge variety of weapons on the second floor of her storage space.

The bearded big guy found her so soft and cute that he gifted her an entire carriage of bullets for free, which delighted her to no end.

She bowed repeatedly to thank him, and clearly, the big guy seemed even happier than she was after the whole transaction.

On her way out, she also did a light sweep of supplies—barbecue, cakes, crepes, meat pies, pirozhki, shredded beef, ham, chocolate, wafers, milk, and so on—grabbing five hundred portions of each.

Mainly because she couldn’t get used to eating a lot of it, and taking more would be wasteful.

Of course, she didn’t forget the alcohol, especially vodka—she bought two thousand bottles of that. Then she picked out a mix of other kinds, totaling five thousand bottles of alcohol in all.

Ivan watched her swipe her card without blinking and couldn’t help shaking his head secretly. This little fairy was just too expensive to love.

Because she was pressed for time, Nan Muran only stayed there for five days before leaving.

But she didn’t return directly to West City. Instead, she went to the Eastern Province, the Capital, Haishi, Taishi, and even made detours to Island Nation and Kimchi Country.

Her goal was very clear—stay a few days in each place and go on a buying spree, grabbing cooked food, all kinds of ingredients, and every local specialty she could get her hands on.

Especially in Island Nation and Kimchi Country, not only did she go wild hoarding local specialties, she practically emptied out their national emergency supply stocks.

She spent 1.2 billion just in those two places alone.

Of course, she had thought about “zero-dollar purchases,” but the legal system was solid, the security systems were tight, and surveillance was everywhere. If she made one wrong move and couldn’t return, that would be a real problem.

To say she didn’t have a tiny, petty idea of letting those who wouldn’t survive the apocalypse starve while she hoarded… even she wouldn’t believe that.

This grudge, etched in her bloodline from birth—how could she change it? After all, she was her mother’s good daughter. When you think about it, it’s understandable.

By the time she returned home to West City, twenty days had passed. After paying the final balance to Tiandun, she had just over three million left.

She dropped off her luggage and first went to check on her villa at Nanshan Yunyuan.

Because only the doors, windows, basement, and some security features needed remodeling, the job had already been handled early on by Tiandun.

Looking at the hidden door at the basement entrance, Nan Muran immediately set up a small mechanism lock and painted a mountain-and-river relief over the trigger point.

A white jade-like waterfall cascaded from top to bottom like the real thing, flanked by cliffs and streams and lush greenery. After admiring the mural, she turned and entered the hidden basement.

She brought out the shelving from her storage space and set it up one by one, then began stocking the shelves with supplies. Everything in her space that could be stored long-term was organized and shelved.

She even dedicated one long shelf specifically for children’s toys, formula, and a full rack of kids’ medicine.

The last three shelves were entirely filled with large water barrels, and she even covered a whole wall with water storage. The 200-square-meter basement was packed to the brim with supplies, leaving just enough space between shelves for one person to walk through.

After finishing all this, she checked out the villa’s kitchen. Three brand-new refrigerators were already running. But she didn’t stock them yet—there was still over a month before the apocalypse, and putting food in too early would cause it to spoil.

Once everything was done, she went to pick up Tank and brought him back to the apartment. Unfortunately, peace only lasted two days before an unwelcome visitor showed up.

She hid Tank in the bedroom before opening the door for Nan Muting.

“Muran, what have you been busy with lately? Grandma’s been calling you home, but you keep disappearing,” Nan Muting said as she walked in and started surveying the apartment, burning with jealousy inside.

This apartment was one of the best in West City. She had wanted it for ages, but it was never hers.

“You need something?” Nan Muran asked bluntly, not interested in chit-chat.

Nan Muting frowned slightly, pretending to be surprised. “Muran, did you forget what day tomorrow is?”

“Tomorrow? July fifteenth. What about it?” Nan Muran was totally blank.

“Brother Li’s birthday party! Didn’t he send you an invitation?” Nan Muting said, barely hiding the delight in her eyes at the thought that she might not have been invited.

Before Nan Muran could reply, her phone rang. It was Qi Li. She picked up and put it on speaker.

“Muran, tomorrow’s my birthday party. I’ll pick you up at the apartment at 3 PM,” Qi Li said gently, as if it were a given.

Nan Muting heard this and nearly ground her teeth to dust.

Suppressing a laugh, Nan Muran directly declined, “No need. I have something to do during the day. I’ll just go straight there in the evening.”

Qi Li was clearly stunned. In his memory, although Nan Muran avoided intimate gestures, she never outright rejected his invitations like this.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there on time,” she added, cutting him off and hanging up.

Nan Muting was stunned by how decisively she hung up. “Muran, how could you just hang up on Brother Li?”

“So what?” Nan Muran asked indifferently.

“The Qi family… and Brother Li… that’s kind of rude,” Nan Muting mumbled. She wanted to say that the Qi family was the top clan in West City and worth currying favor with, but looking into Nan Muran’s calm gaze, she didn’t dare finish the sentence.

“If they’re unhappy, they’re welcome to say so. Why should I lower myself and swallow my pride? Don’t you agree, cousin?” Nan Muran said coolly.

Hearing the deeper meaning in her words, Nan Muting forced an awkward smile, unable to refute her.

“Now that you’ve said your piece, I won’t keep you for dinner. Oh, and I’ll be picking up Tank from the villa in a few days. Let Grandma know,” Nan Muran said coldly, clearly dismissing her.

To keep Nan Muting from overstaying her welcome, she even brought up Tank on purpose.

Nan Muting was fuming but could only leave with a sour face. “Picking up Tank?” she scoffed inwardly. “That dumb mutt probably died long ago.”

And Nan Muran—just wait. At tomorrow’s banquet, she’d drag her down into the mud and destroy her reputation.

She’d become the laughingstock of all of West City’s high society.

Nan Muran saw the venom in her eyes clearly. She knew Nan Muting was eager to come courting death. Fine. If she couldn’t kill her outright, she’d at least collect some interest first.

—

The next morning, Nan Muran headed to the hillside villa.

Tiandun’s work was top-notch. Just the one-meter-thick walls alone gave her a solid sense of security.

“It’ll be completely finished in three days,” the project lead told her.

The interior design was also underway, in the new Chinese style she preferred—mainly in walnut tones.

Nan Muran hated the color white, so everything, from the hard furnishings to the decor, leaned toward darker hues. Because the inner villa walls were also reinforced with thickened steel and insulation layers, the living and dining rooms, along with the other rooms, were a bit smaller, giving the place a cozier feel.

She went up to the second floor, which was her private domain.

A separate staircase had been installed per her request.

The hallway’s railings were converted into solid walls, with just two glass windows left. The space had been merged into the remodeled living room.

From the window, she could overlook the entire first floor.

One side of the living room held the study, guest bathroom, and a private gym. The other side was her master bedroom with a massive walk-in closet, plus an en suite bathroom and a ten-square-meter soaking tub.

Satisfied with the details, she left and headed to the cave where Jiawu and his wife were staying.

She froze the moment she entered.

Today, Jiawu was wearing a brand-new military green outfit, and his scraggly hair was clean-shaven. Though the scars on his face were still fierce, he looked much more presentable—at least he wouldn’t scare people anymore.

“Not used to it? I’m not either,” Jiawu said sheepishly.

“This is great,” Nan Muran smiled.

On the side, Bai Mei, who was in a wheelchair, was stunned. So this was the girl who had saved her—so young and beautiful.

As she looked at Nan Muran, her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Miss Nan, thank you.”

Nan Muran finally noticed her. She was very pretty, with lovely eyes. “You’ve recovered well.”

“It’s because he took such good care of me,” Bai Mei said, looking at Jiawu, who was pushing her chair, her eyes brimming with emotion.

Jiawu quickly bent to wipe her tears.

Watching their affection, Nan Muran couldn’t help but smile. “True enough.”

“You’re a great benefactor to both of us. If it weren’t for you…” Bai Mei’s voice broke as she thought of the past—their desperate situation, Jiawu living like a half-dead ghost for two years—and she couldn’t stop crying.

“No need to thank me. Actually, I have a favor to ask you two.”

“Please, anything,” they both said quickly.

Nan Muran looked at them. “I know a bit about your past. I know who Jiawu is. So I want to learn what he knows.”

The couple were stunned. What Jiawu knew? Did she mean… killing?

This Miss Nan, who looked like a little fairy, wanted to learn that?

“That’s right,” Nan Muran said clearly. “I want to learn to use a gun. To fight. Even to kill.”

In her previous life, she had survived the apocalypse by sheer ruthlessness in the beginning.

Later, she was lucky enough to awaken a plant-type ability and relied on that to fight. But she’d never trained her body.

That was why, the moment her powers were nullified in the underground lab, she was completely helpless.

This time, she had to change that. Even if she lost everything, she’d still have herself—a version of her strong enough to fight to the very end.