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

108: Chapter 108 Apocalyptic Survival TalismanYe Nanxing slowly fished the last dark gray combat uniform out of the crystal fluid.

It remained silent and unchanged in appearance.

But she already knew—this was no ordinary clothing.

It was the highest-level lifeline in the entire Apocalypse.

Zhao Wei was the first to get a uniform. He paused for a moment, then cautiously touched the thin, nearly transparent fabric layer:

”This... it’s so thin?”

”Sis, are you sure this isn’t just a piece of cling film?”

Ye Nanxing glanced at him and only replied:

”Try it.”

Zhao Wei, unconvinced, changed into it on the spot. The moment he pulled the uniform on, his entire body froze.

”Damn...”

”I... I feel like I’m soaking in a thirty-degree hot spring?”

He stood there dazed for a few seconds, then dashed out into the snow outside, running around wildly in the snowdrifts like a madman.

”It’s minus seventy degrees out here, guys!!”

”But I’m not cold at all! I actually want to take it off to get some air?!”

”And the most crucial thing is—”

”I’m not sweating! It’s a constant temperature inside the uniform, just like soaking your feet at home!”

He rolled in the snow, got up, and started jumping around, like a husky that had gained divine powers.

”This isn’t clothing—it’s something from another world!”

”It’s super-powered battle armor!”

”Sis, I don’t care how you made it, I now declare you my eternal tech idol!”

Zhou Cheng, gnawing on dry rations nearby, stared with wide eyes:

”Are you sure you’re wearing a cold-proof suit and not a portable energy station?”

Chu Yunting gave him a sidelong glance and poked Zhao Wei’s back with a finger: ”Get moving, you. Stop rolling around and come down, leave some snow for others.”

Zhao Wei pulled his hood down, grinning like an eight-hundred-pound Child:

”I just want to know, does this thing stop bullets?”

Ye Nanxing: ”...”

”Do you want to test it?”

Zhao Wei instantly backed down: ”No, no, no, I was just asking.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

—This uniform wasn’t just ”good to wear.”

It was ”makes you want to take your clothes off in minus seventy degrees” Apocalypse god-tier equipment.

Zhou Cheng was more practical.

When he got his uniform, he didn’t waste words. He directly brought out an old-era military bulletproof vest for comparison.

The result left him dumbfounded on the spot.

”Damn... your thing can even stop rifle rounds?”

Before the words had fully left his mouth, he pulled a micro-pressure test pistol from his tactical case and fired a shot at the outside of the uniform.

”Bang!”

The bullet was directly deflected. The fabric didn’t even show a mark, not even a wrinkle.

Zhao Wei: ”Holy crap, it can block that?!”

Chu Yunting turned to look at Ye Nanxing, his tone complex: ”Sis, this isn’t thermal wear. This is called ’composite armor.’”

”A spiritual version.”

At that moment, Lin Wanru and Yan finally came downstairs.

The recent zombie horde had just ended, and the special smell of burnt zombie hide still lingered downstairs.

Lin Wanru had just changed into a clean set of clothes. The moment she arrived, Zhao Wei grabbed her and handed her a thermal suit: ”Come on, try this. It’s a godly uniform!”

Lin Wanru seemed a bit incredulous: ”This... can it really protect against the cold?”

”No more talk. Do it.” Ye Nanxing motioned for her to test its performance.

Lin Wanru hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a dagger and lightly drew it across the cuff.

”Clack—”

The blade was actually repelled by some invisible elastic layer, completely unable to cut through!

Lin Wanru’s expression froze completely.

”This... it also has a protective layer?”

”I thought when you said ’lifeline,’ you meant cold protection.”

Standing amidst everyone, Ye Nanxing’s originally calm expression finally showed a slight flicker of emotion after witnessing Zhou Cheng and Lin Wanru’s tests.

She reached out, took the uniform Chu Yunting was wearing, carefully turned it over, pulled on it, and even lightly stabbed the thinnest part of the fabric with her dagger.

”Clack.”

The blade tip was repelled again.

Ye Nanxing lowered her head, staring at the undamaged fabric, her fingertips gently rubbing it.

In her eyes, the gaze that was usually as still as ice showed, for the first time, a trace of profound shock and... confusion.

She truly hadn’t expected it.

She had only followed the ideas Yan provided. If the crystal cores and zombie hide hadn’t been impossible to boil, she wouldn’t have tried using spiritual spring water to neutralize them. She never thought that, through a series of coincidences, she would end up creating a life-saving suit.

This thing wasn’t just for warmth. It also protected against cold, bullets, and corrosion.

What was even more shocking was the next ”experiment” Ye Nanxing conducted.

She found the [Electromagnetic Interference Wave Device] brought from Zero Point base, adjusted the frequency to B-level mental erosion intensity, and tested it on Chu Yunting, who was wearing the thermal suit.

—The result was completely ineffective.

The mental waves were directly blocked by that thin layer of fabric, disappearing without a trace, failing to stir even the slightest ripple in Chu Yunting’s mind.

Zhou Cheng was dumbfounded on the spot: ”...This suit can even block mental attacks?”

Chu Yunting covered his chest and clicked his tongue softly: ”Sis, this isn’t thermal wear.”

”This is a composite-level personal protection system.”

Ye Nanxing calmly retrieved the device, her tone even:

”That liquid, during the brewing process, formed some kind of... stable mental interference layer with the crystal cores and zombie hide.”

”I don’t know the exact mechanism either.”

”But the result is—it can shield against mental erosion below B-level.”

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

No one asked Ye Nanxing about the origin of that liquid.

She didn’t say, and they didn’t ask.

They all understood that the unspoken understanding between survivors in the Apocalypse was ”knowing just enough.”

And the fact that she was willing to use it on everyone was already a matter of life and death.

All 27 thermal suits were of the same style.

There was no division into ”combat type” or ”logistics type,” nor any special markings or functional distinctions.

Light as a feather, fitting like a second skin. Once worn, it felt as if wrapped in an invisible, constant-temperature field—even at minus seventy degrees outside, it could maintain body temperature around thirty degrees.

On the inner lining of the clothing, there were naturally formed ”vein-like” lines.

Like blood vessels, or nerves.

Ye Nanxing’s voice was low and measured:

”Infuse it with mental energy.”

”It will ’recognize its owner.’”

When distribution began, no one spoke.

The room was quiet, only the occasional sound of a pot bubbling by the fire.

Ye Nanxing stood by the table, checking each uniform’s integrity and mental binding layer. Only after confirming everything was correct did she hand them out, one by one.

The first one, she personally handed to Chu Yunting.

”You, put it on first,” she said.

Chu Yunting didn’t say much. He just took it, put it on very seriously, tightened the cuffs, stood up straight, as if accepting a layer of ”armor.”

The second one was handed to Zhang Tianjin.

This former special forces iron tower of a man grinned: ”I knew it. I’d get one.”

The third one, Sun Hao received his share. Feeling the fabric, even his voice held a touch of excitement: ”If this were at Zero Point, one set could trade for a whole building.”

When Zhao Wei took his uniform, his face wore a ”struck gold” expression. He didn’t care if he was sweating or not, just pulled it on.

”Sis, I bow to you.”

”I’ll wear this thing forever and never take it off!”

Zhou Cheng put his on the fastest. He even bent down to test the fit at the pant legs, praising it endlessly: ”Perfect fit, like it was custom-made.”

Lin Wanru was originally a bit hesitant. She hadn’t been on the battlefield much, only providing long-range covering fire against zombies from upstairs.

But Ye Nanxing still handed her a uniform, her tone calm: ”You too.”

”Life-saving gear doesn’t distinguish between front line and logistics.”

Lin Wanru received it with both hands, her nose tip slightly red, and said softly: ”Thank you.”

Finally, Ye Nanxing also picked up her own uniform.

She didn’t try it on. She just lowered her head and stared at the cicada-wing-thin fabric in her palm for a long while.

And Yan—that Child, sat quietly beside her, not making a sound the entire time.

He didn’t need one.

He himself was an anomaly in the extreme cold, an entity constructed from mental energy, with an innate ability to regulate temperature.

Ye Nanxing glanced at him, gently ruffled his hair, and didn’t assign him one.

And so, seven uniforms—one for each person.

A full seven sets.

The remaining twenty sets were not announced.

Ye Nanxing simply, casually, put them away. Her movements weren’t fast, but they were extremely steady, folding them one by one and storing them in her space.

Not a single person asked.

No one took an extra glance.

They all understood—

In a world like this, being able to follow Ye Nanxing and obtain such a life-saving item was already an immense stroke of fortune.

Harboring any other thoughts, and you’d probably be kicked out of the team the next second.