Ice Age Apocalypse！ I Hoarded a Hundred Billion in Supplies.

Pain, excruciating pain! A deep, penetrating agony enveloped Zhang Yi’s entire being. This was not merely a feeling; it was the harsh reality happening to him. At this moment, he was being greedily torn apart by friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. In this resource-scarce apocalypse, they didn’t even hesitate to disregard the aid he had provided and raised their blades against him. In his final moments, he vaguely saw his ideal woman, Fang Yuqing, standing behind the crowd, looking pitiful as she shouted, “It was I who told him to open the door! You must leave me a piece of pork rib for soup!” It was this woman who tricked Zhang Yi into opening the door and ultimately led to his death. Zhang Yi looked at her, his eyes filled with hatred and regret. He could only blame himself for being foolish and kind-hearted, allowing himself to become food for others in this apocalypse. How he wished everything could start over. This time, he wouldn’t show mercy to anyone; he would live only for himself. Suddenly, Zhang Yi felt darkness closing in and lost consciousness. Yet, in the next moment, he abruptly opened his eyes and sat up from the couch. The hellish scene he had just experienced, the horrific pain, was vivid in his memory. Zhang Yi gasped for breath, quickly drenched in sweat. “What’s going on? Wasn’t I killed by those beasts next door?” As he regained his senses, Zhang Yi began to survey his surroundings. This place was familiar—it was his own home. The comfortable temperature in the air struck him as extremely strange. Because in December 2050, the Blue Planet was affected by the explosion of a supernova half a million light-years away, leading to a global Cambrian storm. Global temperatures plummeted, and in Tianhai City, where Zhang Yi lived, daily temperatures hovered around minus sixty to seventy degrees Celsius. A month-long snowstorm buried the entire city. It was said that in the northern regions of Huaguo, temperatures even plummeted to a terrifying minus one hundred degrees, with the earth completely buried under ice and snow. Various species went extinct on a massive scale, with over ninety-five percent of humanity perishing in this disaster. Zhang Yi stood up and took a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping down more than half of it. Though the chilled water was very cold, to him now, it was like nectar. In the apocalypse, the only way to obtain water was to go outside and risk extreme temperatures of minus sixty to seventy degrees to dig snow and melt it for water. This task made it easy to freeze to death. After drinking, Zhang Yi glanced at his phone. The screen displayed the date: "November 12." There was still a whole month until the apocalypse struck. “It seems I’ve been reborn.” Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yi quickly understood what had happened. That month of experience couldn’t have been a dream, especially the pain of being dismembered—it felt far too real. Zhang Yi raised his head, filled with immense relief at having survived. At the same time, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He clearly remembered those who had led to his demise. In this life, he would live well and would not show kindness to those beasts again. But in the next moment, Zhang Yi began to ponder how to prepare for the apocalypse. His parents had passed away early, and he had inherited a 120-square-meter apartment in Tianhai City. He also had over two million in savings, which seemed relatively comfortable in normal times. However, with the apocalypse approaching, there would be a severe shortage of resources worldwide. With just this amount of money, he could hardly sustain himself for long. After all, surviving alone required vast amounts of resources. Zhang Yi not only wanted to live but also needed a certain quality of life. Food and entertainment both need to be balanced; otherwise, over time, one's mental state is bound to collapse. At that moment, a beam of white light suddenly appeared before Zhang Yi. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him and rubbed them. Just then, a strange thought surged through his mind. It seemed that this beam of white light was part of him, and information about the light emerged in his mind. With a single thought, Zhang Yi’s consciousness instantly entered that beam of white light. Once inside, he discovered an enormous, vast space filled with a blinding whiteness. The area was unimaginable, a blank expanse stretching endlessly. “What is this… a different space?” “It seems that after my rebirth, I’ve gained some special abilities.” Zhang Yi's heart filled with joy. It appeared that the gamma rays had granted him unique powers. With this enormous space, it would be much easier for him to store supplies for the apocalypse. However, Zhang Yi wanted to know just how much he could store in this space and if there were any limits on what could be collected. His consciousness quickly returned to his room, and he began to experiment with placing items into the space. He started with a teacup and a basin, which were easily stored. Then, Zhang Yi tried putting larger appliances inside. Televisions, refrigerators, washing machines, computers, air conditioners, vacuum cleaners—all were welcomed into the white space. Moreover, with just a thought, Zhang Yi could retrieve items from the space. Zhang Yi was overjoyed. “With this enormous space, I can store vast amounts of resources!” He licked his lips, and a bold plan formed in his mind. Zhang Yi worked as a supervisor at a Walmart warehouse in South China. As the largest supermarket in the world, Walmart had everything one could imagine. In Huaguo, there were three massive warehouses located in Central, South, and North China. These three warehouses stocked enough supplies to meet the weekly consumption of millions of people in several cities. This meant that if Zhang Yi could empty an entire warehouse and transport everything into his space, he wouldn't just be set for life—he could live off those supplies for ten lifetimes! The key was that Walmart's warehouses stocked no low-end goods; whether food, daily necessities, or luxury items, everything was top-tier. The quality was assured. If Zhang Yi could clear out a Walmart warehouse, he would live a life more luxurious than even a god, regardless of the apocalypse or anything else! As the warehouse supervisor, he was intimately familiar with every shelf, surveillance camera, and staff schedule. Emptying the warehouse would definitely not be a difficult task for him. With his mind set, Zhang Yi felt much more at ease. "Gurgle~" At that moment, his stomach protested with a growl. Zhang Yi rubbed his belly and glanced at the takeout he had bought on the table. Without hesitation, he picked up the takeout and tossed it into the trash can. “In just one month, the apocalypse will arrive. I need to eat all the delicious food quickly; otherwise, I won’t have the chance later.” What good is money? After the apocalypse, money will turn into scrap paper, so it’s better to spend it all now rather than waste it. Zhang Yi turned around casually, ready to find a Michelin three-star restaurant for a grand feast.