In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

(Please, everyone, read the first three chapters!)

"My knife! Where's my knife?!"

Su Ran suddenly sat up, frantically scratching at the air with both hands.

The phantom pain of being torn apart by the Corpse King's claws still lingered in his lungs, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

There was no stench of rotting corpses, no roars of mutated beasts.

What my fingertips touched was a soft, warm cotton quilt.

Su Ran froze.

With trembling hands, I grabbed the phone with its shattered screen from the bedside table and turned it on.

【2024年6月15日，08:32】

A wave of intense dizziness washed over her, and Su Ran gagged violently, staring intently at the string of numbers, her eyes instantly turning red.

"The third time... Hahaha... I'm back again?!"

Su Ran looked at her fair, intact hands, free of frostbite and missing fingers, and her eyes instantly turned red.

We've gone back to a month before this nightmare began!

On July 15th, red rain fell, and global anomalies occurred.

In the first week, 70% of the population turned into zombies, and a zombie horde broke out, tearing apart everyone you know.

In the second week, the zombie horde will rise to another level, and survivors will only be able to barely survive.

Humanity's proud civilization collapsed completely in just seven days.

In his first life, he was completely unprepared and unexpectedly became an Awakened One after the cataclysm, possessing a spatial ability of 100 cubic meters, but he did not live for more than a month.

In his second life, he borrowed money desperately, maxed out his credit cards, and used the superpowers he retained from his rebirth to hoard supplies and hide in the expensively built "doomsday fortress".

"I am a reborn person."

"One month from now, the apocalypse will arrive. I possess an infinitely large space and request the nation's assistance in stockpiling goods."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Clearly, the operator mistook him for a mentally ill person who had just taken drugs, or someone playing an utterly pointless prank.

"Okay sir, making a false police report is a legal offense, please..."

"I know."

Su Ran interrupted him directly, speaking rapidly but with each word as firm as iron, "You can think I'm crazy, but I demand that you immediately transfer the call to the National Security Department, or the nearest war zone command."

"If you think I'm talking nonsense, please write this down."

Su Ran paused for a second.

The image of that top-secret intelligence from my past life, which the country only released to the public three days before the apocalypse, flashed through my mind.

At this moment, only a very small number of core executives in the world know about it!

"Next Wednesday, the joint military exercise codenamed 'Thunder-24' will be launched in the East China Sea."

"Core subject of the exercise: Testing a new type of electromagnetic railgun."

"Target ship number: Haiying-09".

The breathing on the other end of the phone disappeared instantly.

The operator might not understand railgun, but the standard designation "Thunder-24" and Su Ran's infuriatingly confident tone made her instinctively realize that something was wrong.

This is definitely not the kind of thing an ordinary drunkard could come up with!

That's incredibly accurate.

"Sir... please keep your phone accessible and do not leave your current location."

The operator's voice tightened instantly, a professional reaction to a major emergency: "If this is a prank, you will face severe criminal penalties!"

"I'll be waiting."

Su Ran hung up the phone.

He casually tossed his phone onto the sofa, walked to the refrigerator, and took out a can of Coke.

"Zi"

Pull the tab open, and the bubbles surge.

He tilted his head back and took a swig; the icy liquid slid down his throat, suppressing the surging heat in his heart.

He never doubted the efficiency of the state apparatus, especially when it came to such highly sensitive information.

One hour.

Within an hour at most, someone will come knocking on the door. Or, they'll break it down.

Su Ran sat on the sofa, quietly looking at the clock on the wall.

Tick.

Tick.

The clock hands pointed to nine o'clock.

Suddenly, a sharp braking sound came from downstairs.

Not just one vehicle, but an entire convoy!

Immediately following was the sound of synchronized footsteps, the dull thud of heavy tactical boots on concrete, accompanied by low, urgent tactical commands.

Click. The sound of the fuse being released.

Su Ran put down the can of cola, listened to the noise coming from outside the door, and smiled instead.

"They're here."