Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

90: Chapter 90 Internal StructureYe Nanxing stood at the edge of the warm, fairyland-like hot spring garden, scanning the area quietly.

Soft music, perfectly toasted bread, steam filled with the scent of fruit, a woman draped in a gauze robe on a rattan chair—everything felt like a ’fairy tale customized for those who survived.’

Her gaze lingered on the surface of the hot spring for a moment; the water was clear and transparent, the temperature just right, even rippling gently like an infant’s dream.

The air was filled with a scent that made one relax.

Ning Zhou stood to the side, wearing a standard, considerate smile.

”Ms. Ye, every day we customize the fragrance and lighting effects based on the guest’s condition, and you can also choose music frequency bands to relax your nerves... This floor is very popular.”

Ye Nanxing did not speak.

She could certainly see how exquisite, high-end, and luxurious everything was.

She didn’t loathe enjoyment, nor was she feigning aloofness.

On the contrary, she felt that those who were alive deserved the right to live well.

Even if it was just taking a hot bath or drinking a glass of hot red wine, it should be a rare reward in the Apocalypse.

Her voice was very soft, but her tone was extremely steady:

”It’s even more luxurious than a five-star club before the Apocalypse.”

”Who are these facilities prepared for?”

She did not mean it sarcastically.

Ning Zhou was taken aback.

She continued, her tone calm, yet it felt like a blunt knife sliding across skin:

”I don’t hate this place.”

”It’s just...”

”On the other side of Zero Point, there are people who don’t even have a complete pair of shoes, their feet covered in frostbite, being dragged away by the system.”

”And on this end,”

She glanced at the dessert cart, which was so exquisite that even the flower petals were refrigerated by the day.

”Some people can spend half an hour just choosing fresh flowers.”

She withdrew her gaze, her eyes landing on Ning Zhou again.

There was no sharpness, nor was there emotion.

Only calmness.

”I want to see the logistics.”

”I want to see—how this system manages to be so exquisite, like heaven, while squeezing the life out of people.”

”If you don’t have enough clearance, go apply for it.”

”I will wait.”

Ning Zhou opened his mouth, as if wanting to explain something, but ultimately just lowered his eyes and said softly:

”...Okay.”

Fifteen minutes later, Ning Zhou returned from the management desk with an access card.

”Ms. Ye, I secured the only ’External Visitor Limited-Time Access’ for today.”

He said, ”But we cannot approach the main control console; we can only view the system remotely from the observation area.”

Ye Nanxing nodded, saying nothing.

Her gaze landed on the access card in his hand; the code was ’E-4 Temporary Visit’—

This was a type of escort-only authorization card that could only be used once and did not allow for leaving alone.

In other words, she wouldn’t be able to visit this floor a second time.

That was fine too.

She only needed once.

As a heavy alloy door slowly slid open, the internal structure of the main energy layer was finally revealed before her eyes.

Facing them was an entire six-meter-high magnetic suspension heat exchange wall. The steel-gray main structure looked like some kind of vascular core spanning the abyss underground, and the entire space was illuminated by a layer of pale golden radiance.

The temperature was not high, but it gave a subtle sensation of dry heat, as if the heart of a volcano was gently beating deep within.

The ceiling of the space was laid with curved energy guide rails, and visible electrical currents jumped and darted through the rails, emitting a faint ’crackle.’

Three main energy wells were slowly rotating, and the radiated heat energy formed slight distorted ripples in the air.

This was not a bunker—

It was more like a thermal energy arsenal hidden underground.

”We have a total of three sets of main energy wells, respectively connected to the underground lava layer, the transit thermal energy engine, and the auxiliary solar-thermal chipset.”

”The entire Zero Point’s heating, power supply, hot water, server room operations, and food processing all rely on this.”

”Therefore, its security level is second only to the main brain area.”

Ning Zhou’s introduction continued.

But Ye Nanxing was not looking at those dazzling devices.

Her gaze fell on a maintenance interface panel on the side of the main energy well.

That spot was inconspicuous, with a nearly faded warning sticker on the outer layer; the edges of the paper had curled up, as if it had been blown by the wind too many times.

But right above that sticker, there was a steel-engraved code half-covered by dust:

[G-T12-MIL23-South]

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

[MIL23].

She didn’t recognize this code, but she remembered that during a certain period before the Apocalypse, she had secretly browsed a few old military documents that were ’obscurely forwarded in tech circles,’ some of which involved energy restructuring and reserve facility projects.

In her impression, codes starting with the ’MIL’ series were generally used for ’military logistics equipment, field energy platforms, or strategic reserve projects.’

Especially the ’South’ suffix—she had even seen in a document note that there were rumors that the ’South Line Energy Experimental Platform’ once undertook some energy support functions for mobile units.

Of course, these were just fragmented clues she had organized personally.

In her past life, she had never truly stepped into the military’s core system.

So she couldn’t be certain.

But—intuition told her that this energy structure did not look like a civilian system newly built after the Apocalypse.

It was too neat, too massive, too professional.

It was like... some kind of spare module left behind from the old world.

Or rather, this was an engineering structure that had been ’brought back to life in a borrowed corpse.’

Its shell was a Shelter, but what was hidden in its bones was something else.

”Ms. Ye?”

Ning Zhou’s voice interrupted her deep thought.

She withdrew her gaze, her tone calm: ”It’s nothing.”

She raised her hand imperceptibly, her fingertips brushing against the lining of her cuff, activating the low-frequency point memory mode of the space oscillator.

She had memorized that code.

The position of the code, the color of the code, the depth of the engraving, the font type, the welding marks on the edge of the module.

She said nothing, but she knew—this lead would very likely pull out some core truth that had been deliberately covered up in the future.

”Next is the air circulation purification station.”

Ning Zhou led her through a curved passage.

As the two continued forward, the walls on both sides of the corridor were noticeably different.

The color transitioned from light gray to a non-reflective deep aluminum blue, like the color of the deep sea frozen into steel plates.

The light was also softer; there was no warm light common in the previous exhibition areas, but rather colder, tech-style silver-white light strips embedded along the floor and wall corners, extending forward.

Ye Nanxing noticed the wall material at first glance.

It was a new type of sound-absorbing composite wall panel, composed of shock-proof alloy and particle sound-dampening layers, commonly used for the shells of high-speed equipment rooms, laboratory buffer passages, and other scenarios.

This was high-end stuff.

It indicated that what was hidden on this floor was not just as simple as an oxygen supply system.

Her eyes flickered, but her steps did not stop; she only said calmly.

”Is it very noisy inside?”

Ning Zhou nodded.

”The volume of this purification system itself is indeed quite loud, but rest assured, we have processed it, and it basically won’t affect the tour.”

The door slid open automatically, and Ye Nanxing stepped inside.

What greeted her was an entire set of vertical wind-pressure purification systems.

Silver-gray adsorption towers over ten meters long stood side by side, nearly five meters high and over three meters wide, connecting to the main ventilation ducts beneath the floor.

The entire structure was like underground root systems, firmly circulating Zero Point’s air within this area.

A whole row of transparent wind ducts floated in the air, hanging high, with layers of pale blue ion particles flowing quietly within their inner walls, like streams of high-speed moving cold light, smoothly embedded in every corner of the space.

Ye Nanxing looked up at the flowing light, withdrawing her gaze after a moment.

The sound of the wind echoed low throughout the purification station, as deep and slow as a whale breathing underwater.

There was no sharp noise, only a deep sense of technological breathing.

”This purification system can operate continuously in extreme cold conditions, and the efficiency of filtering virus-level particles exceeds 99.97%.”

Ning Zhou’s tone carried a hint of pride.

”The amount of air purified daily exceeds 360 cubic meters.”

”Our filter modules are replaced every two days and are incinerated by the closed-chamber processing system, not flowing into any secondary paths.”

Ye Nanxing gave a hum but didn’t ask further questions.

Her attention fell on the ventilation wall on the left—

On that section of the main wind-pressure branch, there was a clear code: Z-AUX-17B.

This code... she remembered it.

In the ’public tour map’ from this morning, this section was marked as a ’semi-open area,’ but its specific use was not explained.

She moved her gaze along the code and noticed a dark red cable on the edge of the wind-pressure branch that was slightly different from the main channel; the cable extended along the floor seam, leading to a closed side door on the right.