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“Ah…”  

Jiang Ning opened her eyes abruptly, sitting up in bed. Sweat streamed down from her forehead, and her eyes were filled with confusion and despair.

The surroundings startled her clouded memory. Was this the apartment she lived in before the apocalypse?  

“Ding dong, ding dong…”  

The sound of consecutive text message alerts rang out. She reached for her phone on the bedside table. It was September 14, 2029, 9:32 a.m.

There were over a dozen unread messages, all about the super typhoon “Chopper” expected to make landfall along the coast on the 17th, with wind speeds forecasted at levels 16–19 and several days of heavy rain.  

Jiang Ning was dumbfounded. Wasn’t she dead? Dead in the dark apocalypse, where people were eaten alive!  

Was it some sort of regret in her heart that caused her to fall into this nightmare on the brink of death?  

“Ding dong.”  

Another warning text message arrived, timestamped at 9:37 a.m. 

Jiang Ning forcefully pinched her arm. The intense pain reminded her that this wasn’t a dream; she had truly been reborn.  

Reborn three days before the start of the catastrophic super typhoon.  

No, to be precise, just two and a half days remaining.  

Jiang Ning wasn’t happy; an endless fatigue surged within her.  

Typhoons, heavy rains, floods, extreme cold, extreme heat, earthquakes… Each ordeal was like purgatory. Was there anything worth starting over for?  

But she had returned. Does this mean she would have to wait to die? No, absolutely not!  

She splashed her face with cold water. In the mirror, she saw her young and beautiful self, full of collagen, not yet enduring the struggles of the apocalypse. Everything seemed so beautiful.  

Her tired eyes fell on the jade pendant hanging around her neck, a pendant she had since birth, left behind at the hospital, later taken by Yang Weicong to give to the school’s beauty, Su Mengyao.  

In the three years of the apocalypse, Su Mengyao remained exquisite and delicate, her clothes spotless, her skin fair and rosy, as if she still lived in a prosperous era of blooming flowers.  

Once, when she fainted from hunger, Jiang Ning saw Su Mengyao take out an ice cream from the pendant and lick it.  

Jiang Ning seemed to think of something. She took a blade and cut her finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the pendant.  

The pendant emitted a strong light, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an apartment without a front door; there was no furniture except for water and electricity. The living room was about 80 square metres, with a ceiling height of about 3 meters, and there was a 10 square meter black soil garden next to the balcony.  

A timer was suspended in the living room: 01 hour, 56 minutes, and 13 seconds.  

Was this the space that allowed Su Mengyao to live so leisurely, and did she snatch it from her?  

Leaving the space, a house appeared in her mind. When she concentrated, she could feel everything inside. 

To understand the function of the space, she conducted some tests with boiling water. Except for the balcony and garden, everything else had a preservation function.  

With her consciousness, she stored and retrieved things. When she entered, the timer started counting down.  

She didn’t have time to think about the mysteries because time was running short.

Since she had been given a second chance and had the space in her hands, she had to seize the opportunity to reverse her miserable fate.  

In her previous life, she only lived for three years. Jiang Ning didn’t know what other disasters lay ahead, so she searched online for types of natural disasters.  

Seeing the densely packed answers, she almost collapsed on the spot.  

It was too hard to live.

Putting aside the unnecessary emotions, she took out a pen and paper to list the supplies.  

Jiang Ning grew up in an orphanage. Despite the peaceful appearance of the orphanage. There was fierce competition behind the scenes that gradually shape her selfish and unyielding character.  

Born without a sense of security, she collected waste paper in elementary school and worked part time in junior high school, helping others with their homework and cleaning toilets, as long as she got paid.  

She excelled in the high school entrance examination and was admitted to the medical department in her second year of college. Even then, she still tutored five high school seniors, charging 200 yuan per class.  

Jiang Ning was a money grubber. She sold insurance as her main job and was not afraid to do anything as long as it wasn’t illegal. Over the past decade or so, she had saved a total of 200,000 yuan in her bank account. She planned to use it as a down payment to settle down after graduation.

But now, it was all in vain.  

There were professional classes in the afternoon and tutoring for students in the evening, but now it was all unnecessary.  

Jiang Ning sent a WeChat message to the parents, claiming that she was ill and hospitalized and that she can’t tutor for a long time. She hoped they could find a substitute teacher in time, while settling the fees.  

Tutoring fees were settled every half a month, and the parents were all well off. Two of them sent 500 yuan each as consolation, totaling of 6,000 yuan in income.  

Jiang Ning reminded the parents not to forget to stock up on food and emergency medicine as a super typhoon was approaching.  

Natural disasters happen one after the other and the list of medicines filled three full pages. Many of the medicines were not only expensive but also not available in most pharmacies.  

Jiang Ning took photos and sent them to the pharmaceutical company’s salesperson and her old friend. [A rich new customer need these urgently. Deliver it tonight, and please give a discount.]  

Zhang Chao quickly replied, [Got it.]  

Less than five minutes later, he called, “Anning, this list of medications is quite strange. Are you sure you’re not joking?”  

“The money has been transferred. The only request is to deliver the goods tonight.”  

There was no time for nonsense. After hanging up, she transferred 50,000 yuan. [If it’s not enough, I’ll make up for it.]  

With so many supplies to prepare, Jiang Ning picked up her keys and headed out. She casually glanced at the limited edition AJ sneakers on the table, she felt like smashing them with a block of tofu.  

She had always lived realistically, but who knew she would fall for Yang Weicong as if she had been enchanted?  

To chase after him, she moved out of the dormitory and rented an expensive house in the school district, queuing up early in the morning at the specialty store to buy the AJ sneakers for him.  

Her own shoes never cost more than 300 yuan, but she spent over 8,000 yuan on a limited edition pair for him without hesitation. And what was the result?  

He accepted the gifts and asked for the pendant, neither accepting nor rejecting her confession. Moreover, on the day of the typhoon, he took the school beauty and ate up all her stocked food.  

For three years of natural disasters, he not only didn’t lend a helping hand but also watched indifferently as she was beaten and slaughtered by demons.  

If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t even give him the AJ sneakers. She would rather feed it to a dog.  

This time, let’s see, without her stored food and space, whether he and Su Mengyao can enjoy a vibrant and beautiful life!

A super typhoon blew for half a month, followed by three months of continuous heavy rain, and the whole city was soaked in water.  

Jiang Ning rented the 18th floor. Although she wasn’t soaked in water, she was still living a miserable life.  

…  

She left the community and ate breakfast at a roadside stall.  

She rushed to the car dealership and rented a van, then immediately went to the AJ specialty store. The clerk was very surprised by her return request. This was a limited edition new model, and there were customers waiting to buy it next to her.  

The return was more than 8,600 yuan, which is enough to stock rice, noodles, oil, and grains for two to three years. Who else needs a man?  

She drove to the street of doors and windows and ordered two of the thickest stainless steel doors with three bar locks to ensure that even a sledgehammer couldn’t break them, including installation for over 6,000 yuan.  

To save time, Jiang Ning measured the size before leaving.  

The shopkeeper was worried that she didn’t measured correctly, but when he learned that it was for the unit in the community, he readily agreed. He didn’t want to miss out on the business from there. As soon as he heard that, he knew what to do. “If it’s urgent, it can be done the day after tomorrow.”  

Across the street was a glass shop, and Jiang Ning chose the thickest explosion proof glass at 600 yuan per square meter, also scheduled for installation the day after tomorrow morning.  

They’re welcome to knock and smash but in this lifetime no one should think they can come in with a knife to bully her.