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

Chapter 107 : Keeping Warm and Starting Construction · Oct 01, 2026

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101 Chapter 101 : Eating Hot Pot in the RV 2026-10-01
102 Chapter 102 : The Secret of Thermal Underwear 2026-10-01
103 Chapter 103 : Knocking on the Door on a Snowy Night 2026-10-01
104 Chapter 104 : The Last Chance 2026-10-01
105 Chapter 105 : The Call of Words 2026-10-01
106 Chapter 106 : Community Massacre 2026-10-01
107 Chapter 107 : Keeping Warm and Starting Construction 2026-10-01
108 Chapter 108 : Apocalyptic Survival Talisman 2026-10-01
109 Chapter 109 : The Golden House 2026-10-01
110 Chapter 110 : Space Travel 2026-10-01
111 Chapter 111 : The Return Journey to Tianlang Mountain 2026-10-01
112 Chapter 112 : Holy Mother Liu Chuyue 2026-10-01
113 Chapter 113 : Too Much Happiness is a Sin 2026-10-01
114 Chapter 114 : A Comfortable Home in the Apocalypse 2026-10-01
115 Chapter 115 : Base Liquidation 2026-10-01
116 Chapter 116 : Dogs in the Wolf’s Den 2026-10-01
117 Chapter 117 : The Virgin Mary’s Shame 2026-10-01
118 Chapter 118 : Absolute Power 2026-10-01
119 Chapter 119 : Dogs Fighting Dogs 2026-10-01
120 Chapter 120 : A Display of Betrayal 2026-10-01
121 Chapter 121 : The Real Price 2026-10-01
122 Chapter 122 : The Serpent’s Coil 2026-10-01
123 Chapter 123 : Words and Actions 2026-10-01
124 Chapter 124 : Zombie Encirclement of the Village 2026-10-01
125 Chapter 125 : The big rural stove 2026-10-01
126 Chapter 126 : Team Building at the Base 2026-10-01
127 Chapter 127 : Raising Game 2026-10-01
128 Chapter 128 : Debts Must Be Repaid 2026-10-01
129 Chapter 129 : First Experience of a Newcomer 2026-10-01
130 Chapter 130 : Human Nature is Inherently Greedy 2026-10-01
131 Chapter 131 : You are not worthy 2026-10-01
132 Chapter 132 : The Real Rich Man’s Bunker 2026-10-01
133 Chapter 133 : Reunion with Chu Yunting 2026-10-01
134 Chapter 134 : Brass Badge 2026-10-01
135 Chapter 135 : The Source of Whispers 2026-10-01
136 Chapter 136 : Family Rift 2026-10-01
137 Chapter 137 : A Plot to Break the Situation 2026-10-01
138 Chapter 138 : The Gate of the Stairs 2026-10-01
139 Chapter 139 : Echoes from the Rift Valley 2026-10-01
140 Chapter 140 : Reencounter with Zhou Xiao 2026-10-01
141 Chapter 141 : Reality and Illusion 2026-10-01
142 Chapter 142 : Luo Dechuan’s Temptation 2026-10-01
143 Chapter 143 : Is Chapter 143 True or False? 2026-10-01
144 Chapter 144 : The Constant Fall 2026-10-01
145 Chapter 145 : Breaking the Stalemate on Two Fronts 2026-10-01
146 Chapter 146 : Divine Vessel 2026-10-01
147 Chapter 147 : Dream Hunting Again 2026-10-01
148 Chapter 148 : Dream Core Fission 2026-10-01
149 Chapter 149 : Personal Judgment 2026-10-01
150 Chapter 150 : Dreams Come True 2026-10-01

107: Chapter 107 Keeping Warm and Starting ConstructionThe rooftop team, led by Chu Yunting, rappelled down from the roof along power ropes, directly inserting themselves into the rear wall area.

”Steady! Don’t sway!”

”Target locked—the mixed zombie horde in the southwest corner of the courtyard, intercept the rear ranks!”

The moment Chu Yunting landed, he swung his blade horizontally, creating space: ”Advance! Don’t give them a chance to counterattack!”

”These were lured by Yan, and all of them have crystal cores in their heads.”

”The energy density is stable, suitable for subsequent preparation of warming fluid.”

The battle upstairs was raging.

Zhang Tianjin led the charge, each strike of his battle-axe precisely severing necks, like splitting mountains and cracking rocks, felling three in one go.

Zhao Wei shouted wildly while firing bursts: ”The crystal cores are in the back of their heads! Don’t chop them to waste!”

Zhou Cheng brandished his great hammer, smashing leg bones and then crushing skulls with his combat boots. Blood smeared his face, but he didn’t even frown.

”So satisfying!! More cathartic than hitting people!!”

Sun Hao stabilized the flank, using his sniper rifle to pick off mutated jumpers lunging from behind: ”Watch out! There are two more on the second-floor rooftop to the west, watching us!”

Meanwhile, Zhao Wei fired his weapon while shouting to Zhang Tianjin:

”Do you remember those explosives in the basement?”

Zhang Tianjin’s eyes lit up: ”You’re going to use those?”

Zhao Wei had already rushed out, throwing an electromagnetic trigger as he ran: ”Quickly send those who went underground down with them too!”

”Hey! Are you crazy—”

”Do you think I want to squeeze into one room every day?!”

”Damn it.”

Zhang Tianjin smiled, caught the trigger, and charged directly into the garage entrance!

The next second—

”Boom——————!!!”

The entire four-story low-rise building on the east side of the community directly collapsed into ruins!

Dozens of infected residents and mutated corpses in the basement were all buried within.

Smoke billowed, shaking the entire community.

The five forcefully suppressed the zombie tide, herding the hordes into the central courtyard, and the falling zombies were quickly dismembered:

Ye Nanxing immediately cut out the crystal cores and checked their energy density:

”Density is stable.”

”It can be used.”

She directed Zhang Tianjin to drag away the corpses for skinning, and Chu Yunting looked up and said:

”These... are all your plans?”

Ye Nanxing raised her eyes, her gaze sharp: ”Not me, it’s him.”

Chu Yunting turned, following her gaze—

In the third-floor window in the distance, Yan stood quietly by the window.

Like a calm judge.

Forty minutes later,

Blood flowed into the cracks of the community’s floor tiles, the temperature plummeted, the zombie tide began to freeze, and a thick, viscous mist permeated the air.

The battle ceased.

Zhao Wei exhaled a puff of white air, looking at the hundreds of corpses piled up like mountains at his feet.

”Well done.”

Zhou Cheng rubbed his shoulder: ”I almost thought we’d never finish.”

”Zhao Wei, Zhou Cheng, sort the crystal cores.”

”Sun Hao, Zhang Tianjin, section off the peeled parts first.”

”These are usable, life-saving materials.”

Her gaze swept over the zombie remains without crystal cores—those were humans from the community who had been infected and transformed.

”These cannot be used, don’t waste your effort.”

”The crystal cores must be intact, and the zombie skins must be of consistent thickness, without rot spots (rotting spots).”

”This is our true purpose in coming here today.”

The battle-knife precisely cut open the back of one zombie’s head after another.

Clean, swift, emotionless.

In Ye Nanxing’s eyes, there were only two words:

”Efficiency.”

Zhao Wei cut off a grayish-white crystal core and handed it to Zhou Cheng: ”These crystal cores seem to be byproducts of brain tissue self-evolution, they have a reaction.”

Zhou Cheng nodded: ”Yan sensed these zombies carried crystal cores in advance and deliberately lured them over.”

”It’s not revenge.”

”It’s... resupply.”

Chu Yunting paused slightly, looking towards the high-rise of the Shelter in the distance, his gaze deepening.

”He truly knows what he’s doing.”

”This isn’t a Child’s intuition.”

”This is a tactical-level judgment.”

The team’s cooperation flowed seamlessly, every blade strike, every explosion, the rhythm seemed to be written into an instruction.

As zombies fell, their skin was completely peeled off, crystal cores bagged, flesh stripped, and skulls crushed.

Like surgery.

Like butchery.

Like industrial processing.

Night gradually faded.

The zombie horde was cleared, and the battle-scarred community fell into a brief silence.

Piles of grayish-white crystal cores were laid out on a temporary tactical table, and the zombie skins had long been sorted and their corroded edges processed.

Zhao Wei leaned against a concrete pillar, taking large bites of an energy bar, mumbling:

”Alright... Sis, this method of yours is truly ruthless to the core.”

Chu Yunting walked over: ”You still don’t know how ruthless she is—this thing, it’s not just for fighting.”

”It can also save lives.”

”It can even be worn.”

Ye Nanxing pulled out two items from her spatial storage in one go:

A giant, kitchen-grade stainless steel pot with a hooked base.

And a row of neatly packed and sealed—liquefied gas tanks.

”You’re not serious, are you?” Zhao Wei was dumbfounded, ”You even hoarded this kind of stuff?”

”For backup,” Ye Nanxing said indifferently, ”It’s coming in handy today.”

She cleared a space downstairs, then threw the crystal cores and peeled zombie skins into the pot, lighting a fire to heat it up.

The first batch began to stew.

Ten minutes passed—

The pot still contained a disgusting, viscous paste.

It was grayish-yellow, foul-smelling, and not even bubbles emerged.

”This... won’t cook down,” Sun Hao frowned, ”Could that kid Yan have made a mistake?”

Zhou Cheng pinched his nose: ”This smell... like spoiled pickled fish...”

Everyone fell silent for three seconds, beginning to doubt life itself.

Ye Nanxing didn’t rush, she lowered her head, opened her spatial storage, and took out a small bottle of—spiritual spring water.

Without explanation, she poured it directly in.

The next second—

”Whoosh—”!!

The sticky paste in the pot seemed to be splashed with sunlight.

It instantly foamed, dissolved, and churned, directly turning into a pot of translucent clear liquid.

In the air, a faint, peculiar fragrance drifted, its specific taste unidentifiable, yet it made people unconsciously relax.

Zhao Wei’s eyes widened: ”Sis, you...?”

Ye Nanxing didn’t respond, merely frowning slightly.

”This spiritual spring water of mine is practically a BUG-level existence; it seems to solve anything that can’t be solved.”

Ye Nanxing swirled the liquid in the pot. It looked like clear water, but clearly had a subtle viscosity, with a shimmering, scaly light floating on its surface.

Chu Yunting: ”What do we do next?”

Ye Nanxing pulled out another item—a military-grade lightweight combat uniform. She shook it out and threw it directly into the liquid.

The fluctuations in the pot were minimal.

The clothes didn’t dissolve or bubble after being soaked; there wasn’t even any visual change of fusion.

But—the liquid, had decreased a little.

Five minutes later, Ye Nanxing took out the clothes.

The surface was still smooth and flawless, with no visible traces of being ”modified.”

Zhao Wei leaned closer: ”Are you sure...?”

”I’ll do it.”

Chu Yunting volunteered, took the clothes, and put them on.

A minute later—his expression changed.

”...Holy crap.”