On the twelfth floor of the apartment, the Nan family watched the ever-increasing rain outside with growing unease. After being driven out of the villa by those burly men, the family had originally planned to take shelter in their old house.

But having been used to a life of comfort, they couldn’t go back. After just a couple of days, they were already complaining that the house was too small, the furniture too cheap, and the soundproofing terrible.

In the end, Nan Muting couldn’t take it anymore and contacted Qi Li and the Qi family. Using the excuse of the “few ounces” in her belly, she threw all kinds of tantrums until she finally secured a place in this luxury apartment. Unfortunately, before she could even catch her breath, the rain started.

For the first few days, the family, depressed and sluggish, relied on food delivery. But by morning, no delivery driver could be summoned through the app.

They hadn’t stocked up on any food, and the only supplies in the house were a few loaves of bread and instant meals Qi Li had left behind.

By the time they saw online posts about the possibility of an apocalypse and wanted to go out and stock up, the water outside had already risen past their calves. Even business vehicles and regular SUVs were stalling in the water. Stranded cars littered the streets.

“It’s all Nan Moran’s fault for not lending us her car. Look at how fast the water’s rising! We didn’t prepare anything—how are we supposed to feed the whole family?” Nan Muting clutched her empty stomach and couldn’t help but complain.

“Didn’t you say Nan Moran drove off somewhere? She must have food. And she still has Shenghui in her hands,” said Nan Feng.

Nan Muting shot her brother a look of irritation. “She wouldn’t even lend us her car, and you think she’d give us food? What a joke.”

Nan Ping, sitting to the side, thought for a moment and said, “Why don’t we ask in the apartment’s owner group chat? Maybe someone has extra food they’re willing to sell.”

“Good idea,” said the eldest aunt of the Nan family, thinking that was a sensible plan.

Soon, someone replied to their call for help in the group chat.

It was a well-known food blogger with a large following online. Because of her work, she frequently received product samples from sponsors, and she had an entire room full of supplies.

As soon as her message was posted, the group chat became lively. Everyone in this apartment complex was wealthy, so they didn’t hesitate to spend.

The food blogger was also happy to take advantage of the situation to make some money. Her prices were steep, with some rare items priced at seven or eight times the norm.

“You must be crazy—selling synthetic steak at the price of premium Wagyu?” someone in the group protested.

Before the influencer could respond, another buyer chimed in, “She’s not forcing anyone to buy. Take it or leave it.”

“Exactly. It’s not like we’re short on money—we’re short on food.”

“Some supermarkets outside should still be open. Everyone should try to go out and stock up while they still can.” Supermarkets were essential services, and the government would never let all of them close in an emergency.

At this stage, it was still possible to buy plenty of goods. Unfortunately, that sensible message was met with mockery in the group.

“She’s kind enough to offer her supplies, and you’re complaining about the price? Talking about supermarkets—how did someone like you even get into this apartment complex?” Nan Muting also joined in the chorus of ridicule, brimming with a sense of superiority.

The food blogger, who also liked to flatter the high and step on the low, responded by praising Nan Muting as beautiful and kindhearted and even gifted the Nan family quite a few items.

Nan Moran, who had slept in until noon, took out several dim sum dishes from her space and casually ate while scrolling through her phone. When she saw the messages in the group chat, she couldn’t help but frown.

The food blogger’s behavior was going to cause serious trouble. In her past life, she too had sold supplies.

Many people in the building learned the exact contents of her home when buying supplies. As time went on and food became desperately scarce, she—living alone with a stockpile—became one of the first targets of robbery.

That time, she didn’t just lose her supplies. She was also violated by the security team.

But Nan Moran didn’t plan to warn the woman. In her past life, that blogger had eventually aligned herself with those people and caused all kinds of trouble for other residents.

As for the kind soul who had suggested going out for supplies, he was the CEO of an independent information company. With foresight, he had braved the storm to gather a large amount of resources and eventually survived long enough to be rescued when the military set up a base.

In her past life, Nan Moran had also rushed out to gather supplies early on, which was how she managed to survive the apocalypse for so long.

Natural disasters weren’t the biggest threat. In this high-end residential community of five apartment buildings, the real danger came from the security team.

Because it was the most exclusive apartment complex in West City, filled with the rich and powerful, the property management had hired a professional security firm to ensure top-tier safety.

The team consisted of twenty-one strong and capable men. Under normal circumstances, they kept out threats and maintained order.

But during the apocalypse, they would become the deadliest danger to the apartment residents.

Nan Moran had enough supplies in her space to last several lifetimes, so she had no interest in panicking with the rest. After finishing breakfast, she entered her space to organize the materials.

She had collected so much recently that it had become hard to find things. She needed time to sort everything.

She preserved the original layout of the Shenghui Supermarket when she transported its supplies so she could still feel like she was shopping in pre-apocalypse times.

As for other items, they needed categorization. Even though she could organize them with her mind inside the space, it was still exhausting.

It wasn’t until the meowing of her little companion reminded her that it was already midnight—and her stomach was rumbling too.

She brought out Michelin-starred dishes like drunken crab, crispy char siu, golden cutlassfish, loofah, and sea urchin, filling her dining table, and even opened a bottle of red wine for herself.

As she ate the gourmet meal and sipped her favorite wine, watching the rain pound against the window, she thought: if it weren’t the apocalypse, this would be a pretty good afternoon.

But there was no escaping it—this rain had marked the start of the end.

“Little guy, let’s give you a name. I rescued you in the rain, and you survived, so that must mean you’re lucky. Let’s call you Dafuku.” The little creature meowed back every time she said the name, so Nan Moran took that as approval.

She had originally planned to return to her villa halfway up the mountain, but she was completely exhausted from collecting supplies night after night.

And remembering how that area had experienced multiple landslides in her previous life, she decided to wait until it had stabilized to return. In the meantime, she would rest here.

On the fifth day of the apocalypse, the floodwaters had risen to the top of the apartment’s first floor, and panic finally began to spread.

Many people started frantically calling for help, but the lines were constantly busy—impossible to get through.

The more alert residents realized something was very wrong. Nan Moran looked out her window. People were now using anything that could float to search for food.

Yet despite this rising panic, many of the spoiled rich kids in the apartment remained unaffected.

By the seventh day, the water had reached the top of the second floor. In lower-lying neighborhoods, water had already reached the fifth floor.

Residents on the fifth floor of her building began to panic too. After all, once the entrance halls on the first two floors and the gyms on the third and fourth were fully submerged, their homes would be next.

On the tenth day, the water finally swallowed the fifth floor.

The government’s promised rescue was still nowhere in sight. Many households had completely run out of food. Fear and chaos began to consume the residents of the apartment complex.