Chapter 3: Golden Finger Space

Su Mujin originally lived in the 21st century and came from a well-off family.

However, three years ago, after her father’s sudden death, she completely changed.

Su Mujin wasn’t good at running a company and had no real interest in business, so she gradually sold off her shares.

Between the proceeds from those sales, her father’s inheritance, and the money she made through her own creative work, she had amassed several hundred million—enough to live out the rest of her life in comfort.

She thought life would simply go on that way. But three months ago, something completely unexpected happened—she suddenly gained access to a spiritual spring space.

The space, visually estimated, was about the size of ten football fields. At its center was a bubbling spring, gurgling with clear water. When she cautiously took a sip, her entire body felt instantly refreshed. All her minor aches and pains vanished without a trace—her senses even became sharper.

Near the spring were two wooden cabins—one served as a bedroom, the other as a kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, there was also an entrance to a basement.

The basement had the same area as the land above, but what made it special was that time stood still down there.

Whatever was placed inside remained exactly the same, no matter how much time passed outside.

On the black soil above ground, however, plants grew at a greatly accelerated rate—the time ratio between the space and the real world was 1:30.

One day in the real world meant thirty days of growth inside the space.

This meant she could harvest a crop of wheat in just three or four days of real time.

As for leafy greens? Plant them today, eat them tomorrow.

Even more amazing was that crops in the space didn’t need watering, fertilizing, or weeding—and they actually tasted better than usual.

When Su Mujin first discovered this magical space, she was ecstatic. But that excitement quickly turned into worry.

She’d read enough web novels to know that gaining a space like this could very well mean the apocalypse was coming!

Not daring to waste a moment, she immediately began stockpiling supplies.

She started abroad, purchasing massive quantities of rice, flour, cooking oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, and various grains and cereals, as well as compressed biscuits.

She stacked these supplies in the basement until it was a third full, packed wall-to-wall with no gaps.

All she needed to do to retrieve something was think of it—it would appear in her hands. There was no need to go down and search for it, so she didn’t bother with shelves—just piled everything together.

After stocking up on the basic staples and condiments, Su Mujin began buying all kinds of instant food:

Instant noodles, self-heating hot pots, self-heating rice meals, biscuits, candies, bread, chocolate, spicy sticks…

Anything she could think of—if it was available abroad—she bought it and stored it in her space.

With money and courage, you could buy a lot of things abroad—including gear and weapons.

Wanting to survive well in a possible future apocalypse, Su Mujin steeled her nerves and spent one hundred million to purchase a large cache of weapons and equipment.

Before the delivery arrived, she bought a plane ticket for that very night.

After stealthily storing the goods into her space, she headed straight to the airport and flew back to her home country.

The moment her feet touched Chinese soil again, Su Mujin finally felt a deep sense of relief.

Even after returning home, she didn’t rest. Instead, she started traveling all over the country, buying anything that seemed remotely useful.

In addition to food, she also stocked up on tobacco, alcohol, and tea, as well as a large variety of Chinese and Western medicines, including a wide selection of traditional Chinese herbs.

Since the space had so much fertile land, she even drove a large truck herself to various agricultural bases to purchase tree saplings and seeds in bulk.

Su Mujin directly planted the saplings in the space, while the seeds were temporarily stored in the basement—she planned to plant them slowly later when she had time.

To make harvesting easier in the future, she also bought automated planting machines and automatic harvesters. These were small-scale and relatively easy to operate.

After all, the essentials of human life boil down to food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Just having grains, vegetables, and water obviously wasn’t enough, so Su Mujin bought a large amount of fresh meat.

Cleanly slaughtered and packed pork, plucked and gutted chicken, duck, goose, and rabbit, along with premium beef, lamb, and seafood—she bought tons of each and piled them into one corner of the basement.

Once the food was taken care of, Su Mujin turned to clothing and fabric, buying clothes and shoes of all styles and for all seasons—in bulk.

Toiletries and daily necessities like toilet paper, sanitary pads, toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, and shampoo? She bought them freely—hundreds of boxes of each.

After securing all the essential daily supplies, she also purchased diesel generators, various types of stoves, coal, and a huge number of pots and pans.

She got thousands of enamel pots and large iron woks with double handles—perfect for open-fire cooking.

That way, no matter what happened in the future, she wouldn’t have to worry about being unable to cook.

By the time she had finished buying everything, two and a half months had passed since she first acquired the space.

The apocalypse still hadn’t arrived, and she still had a few million left.

Letting that money just sit there felt like a waste, so she turned her attention back to food.

She began buying restaurant-quality meals. Any dish she liked, she bought hundreds of portions and packed them straight into the basement.

Delicious milk teas, her favorite cakes and desserts, freshly baked bread and buns, giant meat buns, delicate veggie-stuffed dumplings, crispy pan-fried flatbreads and naan, and everyone’s favorite assorted savory pancakes…

Su Mujin didn’t even know how much food she ended up buying. If she saw something and liked it—she bought it. That was all.

Another half a month passed this way, and her money was finally nearly all spent.

The apocalypse still didn’t come.

Su Mujin remembered clearly—that night, as she lay in bed, she made up her mind to sell some of the fish raised in her space to recover some funds.

But unexpectedly, the next time she opened her eyes—she was in a river, flailing in the water after being pushed in by Su Moli.

At that thought, Su Mujin weakly closed her eyes.

The good news? The apocalypse never came. People of that era could still live peaceful and stable lives.

The bad news? She had transmigrated into a novel!

And not just any novel—it was a rebirth revenge novel.

Su Moli, who had been betrayed by a scumbag in her past life, came back hating everyone, especially the original host, who had lived a better life than her.

Just a few days after rebirth, she found a chance and killed the original host.

Now, Su Mujin had transmigrated into this body, and was living a second life.

Su Mujin tried to connect to her space—and instantly, she felt its presence. Everything she had stored inside was still there!

She let out a long sigh of relief.

Thank goodness—heaven leaves a way out.

With all that stockpiled material, even in this resource-scarce era, she could live more than comfortably—and that gave her a solid sense of security.