After Being Reborn, I Enjoy the Apocalypse with My Memories and Superpowers

With a blur of his figure, Kalen teleported to the entrance of the largest supermarket in the city center. The convenience of his Spatial Ability saved him a lot of travel time. Looking at the endless stream of people at the supermarket entrance, he suppressed the coldness in his eyes and walked slowly in—people here were still immersed in a stable daily life, no one knew that in a little over two days, this place would become a Shura field filled with zombies, shelves pushed down, supplies looted, and blood staining the ground. This supermarket was the largest chain supermarket in the city center, with a complete range of supplies, from grain, oil, rice and flour, compressed biscuits to bottled water, canned food, from common medicines to daily necessities, everything was available. In his previous life, he had struggled to rush here, but only grabbed half a box of mineral water and a few packs of biscuits, and was scratched by the crowd scrambling for supplies, almost infected with the virus. This time, with Spatial Ability, he would hoard enough supplies at once to lay a solid foundation for survival. Kalen didn’t waste time, he went straight to the food area, his eyes quickly swept over the shelves, and with a thought, he activated his Telekinesis via Spatial Ability—rows of compressed biscuits, instant noodles, and canned food floated up out of thin air, quietly stored in the space (Spatial Storage); bottled water and barreled water on the shelves, even the heavy grain, oil, rice and flour, were as light as catkins under the effect of Spatial Ability, continuously being taken into the space. He deliberately controlled the intensity of his ability to avoid attracting others’ attention, only speeding up in the corners where no one was looking. Time in the space was static; whether it was fresh food or cooked food, it could remain as it was after being stored, so he didn’t have to worry about the supplies going bad. While hoarding supplies, he counted in his mind: 200 boxes of compressed biscuits, 100 boxes of instant noodles, 150 boxes of various canned foods, 500 bottles of bottled water, 30 barrels of barreled water, and enough grain, oil, rice and flour to eat for half a year—these were enough to support him, Eve, Lena, and Sofia for a long time. After finishing hoarding in the food area, Kalen turned to the daily necessities area and the medicine area. He hoarded a sufficient amount of each daily necessities such as toilet paper, wet wipes, laundry detergent, and soap; common cold medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers, hemostatic powder, bandages, as well as disinfectants such as povidone-iodine and alcohol, and even a few boxes of emergency stretchers and oxygen cylinders, were all taken into the space by him one by one. These things were more precious than food in the apocalypse; a small wound not properly treated could lead to infection and endanger life. "Young man, you’re taking so many things, do you need help finding a shopping cart?" A supermarket guide walked over with a smile, her face full of enthusiasm. She looked at Kalen’s empty hands, a little confused, "I see you standing in front of the shelf all the time, not taking anything?" Kalen raised his eyes faintly, his tone calm: "No, a friend is waiting for me outside and will come to help carry them away." He didn’t explain more, then turned to the condiment area deep in the supermarket—in the apocalypse, monotonous food would wear down people’s will, and an appropriate amount of condiments could bring a little warmth of survival in despair. Although the guide was confused, she didn’t ask more questions and turned to serve other customers. Taking the opportunity, Kalen speeded up, hoarding all the salt, sugar, soy sauce, vinegar, and various condiments on the shelf into the space, even a few boxes of lighters, candles, flashlights and batteries were not spared—after the apocalypse broke out, the power would be completely cut off, and these things were the only reliance for lighting at night and making fire for heating. Just as he was about to finish hoarding the condiment area and prepare to go to the hardware area to hoard some tools, a faint roar came from the back door of the supermarket, mixed with sporadic screams. Kalen’s figure froze suddenly, and his eyes became alert instantly—at this time, the zombie virus should not have broken out on a large scale, so why was there a roar? He restrained his aura, activated his Spatial Teleportation ability, his figure blurred, and he instantly appeared at the corner of the back door of the supermarket, hiding behind the shelf and looking out. At the door of the warehouse at the back door, a man wearing a supermarket staff uniform was lying on the ground, twitching all over, his skin turning pale at a visible speed, his pupils dilated, and black saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth—this was the initial symptom of virus infection! Not far away, a female employee was trembling all over, her legs went weak, and she tried to escape, but was suddenly pounced on by the twitching man and bitten hard on the neck. "Ah——" a shrill scream resounded at the back door of the supermarket, then stopped abruptly, leaving only the man’s greedy swallowing sound and the female employee’s weak groans. Kalen’s eyes turned cold instantly. He knew that the virus had already started to spread, a few hours earlier than he remembered. Perhaps it was because of his rebirth that a slight butterfly effect was triggered, making the virus break out in advance. At this time, the movement at the back door of the supermarket had attracted the attention of a few people. Some people looked out curiously, some took out their mobile phones to take photos, and no one realized that danger was approaching. Kalen sneered in his heart; the innocence of these people would only make them die faster. He chose not to help—under the apocalypse, excessive compassion would only kill himself. He turned around quickly, activated his teleportation ability, and instantly returned to the hardware area, hoarding all the wrenches, pliers, screwdrivers, axes, and even a few rolls of thick iron chains and iron wire into the space. These tools could not only be used to transform safe strongholds, but also serve as weapons in emergencies. After hoarding the hardware area, the screams in the supermarket became more and more frequent, and chaos began to spread—the bitten female employee had already turned into a zombie, frantically pouncing on the people around her. More and more people were infected, and roars, screams, and cries intertwined. The originally lively supermarket instantly became a living hell. Kalen didn’t stay any longer. He activated his teleportation ability, his figure blurred, and he instantly appeared at the supermarket entrance. At this time, the people in the supermarket had gone crazy—some were frantically looting supplies, some were desperately running out, and others were chased by zombies, emitting desperate wails. He didn’t look back and walked straight to the road, quickly planning his next step in his mind—the virus had broken out in advance, and he had to speed up to find Eve, Lena, and Sofia as soon as possible and take them to a safe stronghold. The space was full of supplies, and his control of the ability was becoming more and more proficient. He was confident that he could protect the people he wanted to protect. The sun was still bright, but chaos had already begun to spread on the street, with sporadic roars coming from afar, and danger was spreading rapidly. Kalen stood by the road, raised his hand to activate his ability, and the mobile phone at his fingertips disappeared and reappeared instantly. His eyes were firm, and a resolute smile curled up at the corner of his mouth—the game had started early. This time, he would definitely take control of the overall situation and stand firm in the apocalypse with his beloved ones.