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

112: Chapter 112 Holy Mother Liu ChuyueTen minutes later, in the base conference room.

Shen Qingyan was the first to rush into the conference room, her footsteps halting abruptly at the doorway.

She saw that familiar, clean-cut back standing in the center of the hall.

Light fell from above, landing on that person’s shoulders, as if she had never left.

Shen Qingyan’s pupils contracted, her chest tightened abruptly, and her fingers trembled slightly.

”...You’re really back?”

Her voice was dry, carrying poorly concealed excitement and a trace of hidden self-reproach.

Ye Nanxing nodded. ”Mn.”

That simple, single response nearly made Shen Qingyan’s eyes redden.

Han Yiran followed closely behind. In a flash, his gaze collided with that figure.

In that moment, his entire body froze, as if petrified.

The next second, he rushed forward, wrapping Ye Nanxing in a tight embrace, his voice hoarse:

”If you hadn’t come back any later, I would have had to set up a memorial tablet for you.”

He was usually the calmest, but at this moment, he couldn’t suppress the shock of ’regaining what was lost’.

Ye Nanxing paused slightly but did not refuse.

She understood this kind of reaction.

Zhao Wei interjected with a joke from the side: ”Whoa, I didn’t know your base was so... unrestrained?”

Shen Qingyan shot him a look. ”Shut up.”

Lin Xiao walked over quickly, his face grim. He didn’t hug her, nor did he smile. He only gave Ye Nanxing’s shoulder a heavy pat.

Then he said softly, ”It’s good that you’re back.”

His voice was very low, so low only Ye Nanxing could hear it.

”I’m sorry... we didn’t hold the fort well.”

The group sat down around the table. Ye Nanxing remained silent at first, slowly sweeping her gaze over the three of them.

Only then did she speak up and ask:

”How is the base?”

Lin Xiao’s expression faltered. In the end, it was Shen Qingyan who spoke.

”Basically stable... but something still happened.”

She lowered her voice, as if confessing: ”You were gone for too long. Although we maintained your reputation outside, internally... it has split.”

”Now it’s divided into two factions.”

”The ’Original Faction’”—she paused—”is the group that firmly believed you would return. They are still our core combat strength.”

”But the ’Second-Tier System’ side... they began questioning your ’disappearance’, started advocating for so-called ’resource ownership autonomy’, and even formed their own executive committee, trying to recruit peripheral members.”

Han Yiran added in a deep voice, ”On the surface, they claim it’s for ’base efficiency’, but they actually want to split the power.”

”They’ve started making deals, establishing ’their own warehouses’, ’their own guard teams’, even ’their own food distribution lines’.”

Lin Xiao’s eyes held a look of shame. ”Nanxing, it’s our dereliction of duty.”

”We thought you would definitely come back, but we didn’t expect... it to take this long.”

”...By the time we realized the signs, someone had already solidified the ’Second-Tier System’s’ position.”

The air froze for a moment.

Everyone’s gaze fell on Ye Nanxing.

But Ye Nanxing did not get angry, nor did she sneer.

She just—spoke with extreme calmness:

”...It’s normal.”

”This is just human nature.”

”When a power vacuum lasts too long, someone will always want to sit in it.”

She paused, her eyes falling towards the outer area of the main hall. The night was deep as ink.

”It’s just a pity.”

”I’m back.”

Zhou Cheng and the others exchanged glances, their expressions gradually darkening.

Zhao Wei gritted his teeth. ”...I really should have come earlier and bashed those bastards’ heads in.”

Lin Wanru sat ramrod straight. She didn’t know the past stories of Tianlang Mountain, but she could see—these people had once defended this place like a fortress, yet now, due to Ye Nanxing’s absence, it was slowly being eroded.

She turned to look at Child, who had been quietly leaning against Ye Nanxing’s side. The Child also looked up, eyes still holding that gentle yet clear light—

As if saying:

[I know what you’re going to do.]

Ye Nanxing raised her hand and gently stroked Child’s hair.

”Shen Qingyan.”

”Arrange a room for Lin Wanru.”

”Child will stay with me.”

After all, her own room was the most luxurious in all of Tianlang Mountain. Having one more Child stay was no problem at all.

Shen Qingyan nodded, her tone steadying once more. ”Don’t worry, I’ll sort it out in a moment.”

Lin Xiao stood up, his eyes regaining their sharpness. ”Nanxing.”

”Welcome back.”

Han Yiran clenched his fist. ”It’s time we settled old scores.”

Ye Nanxing looked out the window at the snowy night, the corner of her lips lifting slightly, but her expression was extremely cold:

”Then—let’s start with the dogs.”

Early the next morning, in the Tianlang Mountain Base cafeteria.

It had been nearly half a year since the Apocalypse began.

But the Tianlang Mountain cafeteria seemed to have transcended that collapse.

Amidst the steaming heat, rows of metal stew pots were neatly arranged, each one emitting an enticing aroma.

[Sweet Potato Congee] [Pickled Cucumbers] [Dried Tofu Salad] [Fried Eggs] [Multigrain Steamed Buns]—there were even hot milk and hard-boiled eggs, appearing methodically on the menu board at the serving window.

The tables and chairs were clean, the food serving was orderly, everyone received a portion. It almost restored the morning dining rhythm of the ’civilized era’.

Even with corpses piled outside the base and biting cold winds, inside Tianlang Mountain, a nearly ’luxurious’ stability was maintained.

Ye Nanxing’s group sat at a long table by the window.

They had changed into the new thermal underwear refined last night. The overall cut was sharp, the black-gray tones low-key and steady. Among the crowd wearing uniform gray cloth uniforms, they stood out incongruously, yet people dared not look directly at them.

Shen Qingyan sat to the side, her tone light. ”These are the regular breakfasts. Team members on shift duty get additional rations.”

”If you saw the ’Core Team’s’ meal trays, they’re even more lavish.”

Hearing this, Zhao Wei immediately looked towards the serving area and whispered, ”Whoa, they even have beef meatballs? Stir-fried tofu skin with greens? Steamed egg custard?”

Zhang Tianjin murmured, ”...Are you sure this is the Apocalypse?”

Ye Nanxing drank her congee without speaking, her gaze landing on the corner of the cafeteria’s west side.

There, a temporarily partitioned-off dining area for four was set up. It had clean velvet cushions, specially made leather backrests, and there was even a plug-in hand warmer on the edge of the table.

Liu Chuyue arrived late.

She wore one of the few light pink exclusive thermal uniforms inside the base. Even in the snowy weather, her steps were light and graceful. As soon as she entered the dining hall, she attracted many glances.

Several guard members were already waiting at the entrance. Seeing her arrive, they immediately stepped forward to pull out her chair, take her meal tray, and even carefully took her gloves when she removed them.

It was like serving some kind of ’Apocalypse nobility’.

She sat down with gentle grace. Her slender fingers lightly peeled a tea egg, a smile playing on her lips. She spoke of trivial daily matters, her tone soft and gentle, yet precisely calculated to make the men surrounding her restless with desire.

On her meal tray was the day’s only special supply—

[Goat’s Milk Oatmeal Porridge] [A whole piece of braised pork] [Chopped green beans with scrambled eggs] [Two pieces of candied honey orange] [And a cup of warm black goji berry tea].

It was the top-tier breakfast in the entire cafeteria.

And beside her, three guard members in combat uniforms took their seats.

The most noticeable among them was the man with a slightly askew epaulet and a steady expression—the Emergency Squad Captain, Lü Yuanshan.

He was taciturn, yet he always sat on one side of Liu Chuyue, unobtrusively shielding her from the surrounding gazes, as if he had already tacitly acknowledged her as some kind of ’special existence’.

Occasionally, Liu Chuyue would lower her head with a light laugh, causing the men around her to turn their heads in unison.

It was as if she were the center of this base.