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

Time: Day 16 of the apocalypse countdown.

Shenzhen, Dapeng Peninsula, National Gene Bank.

This is a magnificent building constructed against the mountain, arranged in a terraced pattern, storing tens of millions of biological samples.

It is the world's largest comprehensive gene bank and a crucial part of the Suran Project.

In their previous lives, the ocean, being a region severely affected by mutations, became an absolute no-go zone for humanity.

This place was also destroyed by a super tsunami.

Countless precious germplasm resources, stem cell samples, and biological data were all lost at sea.

In the search for an uncontaminated wheat seed, humans often paid the price of dozens of lives.

In this life, Su Ran will never allow the tragedy to repeat itself.

"Advisor Su, this area has been completely cleared."

The commander of the armed police regiment responsible for guarding the gene bank saluted, his eyes filled with fervor.

Su Ran is now a god-like figure in the military.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Su Ran nodded and stepped through the technologically advanced door.

A wave of cold air hit me.

The huge liquid nitrogen storage tanks are neatly arranged, like silent tombstones, or like cradles nurturing the future.

This place holds the biological codes of the Chinese land that have been dormant for tens of thousands of years.

"Su Ran..."

Li Guodong followed behind, looking at the huge storage devices, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?"

"This thing... is too exquisite."

Li Guodong worriedly said, "Liquid nitrogen tanks, ultra-low temperature freezers, precision sequencers... even the slightest vibration could damage the samples. Won't your method of relocation...?"

Previously, when moving nuclear power plants and production lines, they were bulky, heavy iron lumps that were very durable.

But this gene pool is like a basket full of eggs.

Su Ran stopped and gently placed her palm on a liquid nitrogen tank labeled "Chinese Sturgeon Germplasm Resources".

"Old Li, do you still have some misunderstanding about my 'space'?"

Su Ran turned her head, her eyes flashing with an unusual light.

"It was still there, absolutely still."

"What you put in is what you take out."

Li Guodong was stunned, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Li Guodong's pupils suddenly contracted.

Absolute stillness?!

This means... it's not just a warehouse, but a divine realm that can stop time!

"so,"

Su Ran grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, "Even a test tube here won't break."

"start!"

hum-

Mental energy surged forth once more like a tidal wave.

At this moment, Su Ran was more skilled and more composed than before.

Although the deep throbbing pain in his brain still lingers, he has learned to live with it.

He even enjoys the sense of fulfillment that comes from embracing the nation's rich heritage every time.

The enormous gene pool is disappearing layer by layer.

A "seed bank" that stores millions of seed samples.

A "life bank" that stores human genetic resources.

A "cell bank" that stores living cells of rare plants and animals.

……

It's 2 a.m. in the capital city.

The ancient city, which had been sleeping, was still brightly lit, but the Forbidden City, which was usually bustling with tourists, was now surrounded by armed police.

The atmosphere was somber; even the crows in the trees dared not caw.

A black Hongqi sedan drove directly into the Meridian Gate and stopped in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony square.

Su Ran pushed open the car door and got out, his steps faltering slightly. He wrapped his military overcoat tighter around himself, his face almost translucent white under the searchlight.

After half a month of intense overexertion, his mental strength was on the verge of exhaustion. He was now only holding on by his willpower and his fierce determination not to lose to fate.

"Advisor Su, are you really... taking them all away?"

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, came forward to greet us.

He is Director Sun of the National Museum, who has spent his entire life guarding these red walls and yellow tiles. At this moment, his eyes are red, as if he is sending his own child to the execution ground.

"Old Sun."

Su Ran's voice was a little hoarse, but he stood very straight, like a taut string. "If it stays on the ground, even a brick will be corroded into mud by acid rain and trampled into powder by mutated beasts after thirty days."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the majestic Hall of Supreme Harmony, where the beasts on the eaves appeared ferocious yet silent in the night.

"They can only survive if we take them away."

With trembling hands, Dean Sun took off his glasses to wipe away his tears, and finally turned to the side, bowing deeply: "Then... I'll leave it to you."

This concession represents the culmination of five thousand years of Chinese history.

Without wasting any more words, Su Ran strode towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Li Guodong followed behind, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He used to think of Su Ran as a strange person with supernatural abilities, but now, looking at this slender figure, he actually sensed a kind of courageous spirit that said, "Even if there are thousands of people against me, I will go."

This kid is carrying the soul of the entire Chinese nation on his back.

Su Ran stood in the center of the hall, with the gilded wooden chair with dragon carvings, symbolizing the supreme imperial power, just three meters in front of him.

In its previous life, this chair, along with the entire hall, was destroyed by the talons of a mutated giant eagle.

That was a moment when human dignity was utterly trampled upon.

"receive."

Su Ran stretched out her hand, palm facing the dragon throne.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a slight distortion in space.

brush!

The dragon throne vanished into thin air.

Next came the golden dragon pillars on both sides, the cloisonné incense burner on display, and even the floor tiles...

Su Ran was like a tireless gluttonous machine; his consciousness extended wildly, penetrating the walls and covering the entire underground treasure vault of the Forbidden City.

[Target identified: Art gallery.]

[The "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" scroll, the "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains" scroll... have been successfully contained.]

[Target locked: Treasure Gallery.]

[The Golden Cup of Eternal Stability, the Tianhuang Three Thunder Seal... all safely stored.]

[Target locked: Watch shop.]

[Containment complete.]

Exhibition halls and warehouses.

Those national treasures of the same caliber, revered as deities in the British Museum, are merely names that quickly scroll through Su Ran's containment list here.

ten minutes.

In just ten minutes, this largest palace complex in the world was transformed into a true "ghost town".

Not even a candlestick was left.

When Su Ran walked out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the two lines of blood in her nostrils were shocking.

"Advisor Su!" The military doctor rushed over to try and stop the bleeding.

"Don't stop."

Su Ran pushed off the oxygen mask and wiped her face with her sleeve. Bloodstains spread across her pale face, making her look ferocious and wild. "Next stop, the National Library."

……

3:30 a.m., Zhongguancun South Street.

If the Forbidden City is the "form" of Chinese civilization, then the National Library of China is its "spirit."

The National Library, this magnificent building known as "Asia's largest knowledge base," is now as quiet as a tomb.

But Su Ran knew that this was the spark.

Compared to cold, lifeless gold, silver, and jade artifacts, every page here is proof that human civilization once existed in this universe.

"There are 3119 million printed books here, including 200 million rare ancient books and 35000 pieces of oracle bone inscriptions."

The accompanying curator, his voice choked with emotion, recounted the stories: "Many ancient books oxidize if the light is too strong, and crack if the temperature changes even slightly. Your space..."

"Time stands still." Su Ran said succinctly, his eyes burning with fervor. "What you put in will come out exactly the same. Even ten thousand years later, the paper will still smell of ink."

Upon hearing this, the curator's eyes lit up.

For book lovers, is there a more enticing promise than "eternity"?

"Move it! Move it all!" The curator suddenly turned and yelled at his subordinates, "Open all the doors to the underground storeroom! Don't leave a single book! Not even a copy!"

Su Ran stood in the huge atrium.

His spiritual power reached into this vast sea of ​​books like tentacles.

At that moment, he felt as if he had touched the souls of countless sages of the past. From bamboo slips to silk scrolls, from Song Dynasty books to modern periodicals.

Without the ability to be reborn, humans in the apocalypse would not only lose their lives, but also their memories.

When one generation dies out, the next generation will degenerate into wild beasts that eat raw meat and drink blood, because they don't know how to smelt iron, generate electricity, farm, or even read.

"rise!"

Su Ran let out a low shout, his temples throbbing, his brain feeling like it was being stirred by red-hot steel needles.

If someone could see through the illusion, they would see a scene worthy of being recorded in history—

Tens of millions of books disappeared from thousands of bookshelves in the same instant.

The once-full hall of knowledge suddenly became empty and echoing.

Su Ran swayed, but Li Guodong quickly caught him.

"Can it still hold on?"

Li Guodong's voice was trembling. He felt as if he was holding not a person, but a scorching hot iron.

"Finally... there's one more place."

Su Ran gritted her teeth, blood seeping from between them. "I don't care anymore, I'll go even if it kills me."

"Where to?"

"Gui'an New Area, Daxia Data Center"