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

118: Chapter 118 Absolute PowerEveryone was waiting for Ye Nanxing to speak.

Some were disdainful.

Some were on guard.

More people already wore eager smiles.

But Ye Nanxing only slowly stood up.

Her fingertip traced a light stroke in the air.

A circle of transparent ripples quietly spread out.

Deep within space—the Spirit River surged, and undercurrents churned.

[Spatial Anchor · Mass Teleportation Mode · Activated]

[Target Set: Base Perimeter · Jiuyang Village Ruins]

[Estimated Teleportation Count: 291 people]

[Consumption: One Small Spirit River Tributary]

Confirming—

Complete!

Just when everyone thought she was about to order the start of a war.

Just when Liu Chuyue and Lü Yuanshan were full of mockery, thinking she was powerless to fight back.

—The world sank!

”Buzz—!!”

A powerful wave of spatial distortion centered on Ye Nanxing and instantly spread!

The air seemed to be torn apart, and the ground trembled!

Liu Chuyue felt as if her feet were seized by an invisible giant hand; the world spun, and her heart felt as though it were gripped by a cold, sharp claw!

She screamed in terror: ”Nanxing!! What are you trying to do!!!”

But it was already too late.

The next second—

She lost all sense of gravity.

Losing control along with her were Lü Yuanshan and everyone standing in the ”Rebel Faction”!

Liu Chuyue struggled frantically, her eyes filled with panic and disbelief:

[What is this?!]

[How is this possible?!]

[How can she wield this kind of power?!]

[This is impossible!!]

Lü Yuanshan’s expression also changed wildly as he gripped the corner of the table tightly, yet he was forcibly peeled away as if by an invisible blade!

Every traitor’s face was now filled with naked fear and regret—

—They had never imagined that Ye Nanxing held such an all-crushing trump card!

So much for strength in numbers!

So much for ”fairness” and ”justice”!

In the face of true absolute power, even resistance became a joke!

Meanwhile, behind Ye Nanxing, the supporters who had been standing quietly—

Zhao Wei, Zhang Tianjin, Sun Hao, Shen Qingyan, Lin Wanru, and the others silently guarding her—

A surge of warmth quietly welled up in their eyes as they witnessed this scene.

It wasn’t fear.

It was complete and utter shock, pride, and a burning sense of belonging!

They finally understood—

This woman, even if she stood alone at the end of the wind and snow,

Could, by her own strength,

Sweep away all filth,

And rebuild the backbone of this base!

The other ordinary base members scattered around the cafeteria—

Those who hadn’t taken a side, remained neutral, or were even secretly waiting to see how things turned out,

Were also completely stunned into silence at this moment.

They watched blankly.

Watching Ye Nanxing alone, without firing a shot or swinging a blade,

Sweep away the once-massive ”Rebel Army” like dust—

Erasing them in an instant.

Intense regret and shame welled up in the hearts of many.

Someone lowered their head and clenched their fists:

[We almost... almost followed those useless trash.]

Someone’s eyes reddened as they covered their mouth, choking back sobs:

[To think she still protected us like this as soon as she returned...]

For most, all that remained in their hearts was—

Awe.

Shock.

And a sense of gratitude from the depths of their souls.

Grateful that in this Apocalypse, there was still such a person.

She had not abandoned them.

She had not rotted.

She was not as filthy as the world.

Clean and powerful, she stood before them once again.

Using her own power, she had cleared away all the abscesses.

—And they still had the chance to continue following her.

To continue living.

Zhao Wei gritted his teeth, his eyes red, and whispered:

”Captain Ye... we really struck gold.”

Zhang Tianjin grinned as he roughly wiped away tears that had splashed onto his face at some unknown point:

”To be able to follow a boss like this, I’d be willing to die for it in this lifetime.”

Shen Qingyan looked up slightly, a light seemingly igniting in her eyes.

Lin Wanru gripped the hem of her clothes, her heart surging with emotion, her gaze firmer than ever before.

They were no longer drifters without a home.

They had a real—

Belonging.

They had real—

Confidence.

And Ye Nanxing,

Simply withdrew her hand quietly, her gaze as cold as frost.

Without a single ripple of emotion.

As if she had casually flicked away a swarm of ants unworthy of living.

In her world, there was never any so-called ”tender affection.”

—There was only,

Winner takes all.

Ye Nanxing just stood there in the wind and snow, cold and indifferent,

Yet she seemed to stand atop the peak of the entire Tianlang Mountain.

—A true ruler.

No words were needed.

Unstoppable.

After the last traitor was erased by the spatial teleportation, the main screen above the cafeteria suddenly switched images automatically.

[External Surveillance · Image Synchronization On]

—It was Liu Chuyue and her group.

On the screen, an endless ice field appeared; the wind and snow howled, and a deathly silence filled the world.

Beneath those vast white layers of snow lay dilapidated ruins and broken remains.

A few half-collapsed old houses in the distance swayed precariously in the cold wind; windows were shattered, doors were crooked, and roofs had caved in. The exposed rebar was long rusted, emitting sharp, ear-piercing creaks in the wind like weeping.

Abandoned utility poles lay fallen in the snowfield, their cables tangled like frozen vines.

Further away, several frozen corpses were faintly visible, encased in thick ice and snow. Though blurred, the tragic and desperate struggle from before the Apocalypse could still be felt.

The wind and snow swept across like knives, swirling broken plastic boards, iron sheets, and stray scraps of clothing into the air.

Even through the screen, the people in the base cafeteria seemed to feel that bone-piercing despair rushing toward them.

Inside the cafeteria, the crowd that had been heckling fell silent in an instant.

Those who had been whispering behind Ye Nanxing’s back all changed expression.

Some instinctively shrunk their necks, seemingly wanting to get closer to the walls to find a place sheltered from the wind and snow.

Someone’s hand holding chopsticks was trembling.

Someone lowered their head, not daring to look at the screen anymore.

—Because they suddenly realized:

If it weren’t for the base, if it weren’t for Ye Nanxing, they would have long been one of those dead people in the images—frozen, starved, and swallowed by the snow.

They were eating hot porridge and wearing warm clothes, yet they were still clamoring for fairness and rights.

But the real Apocalypse...

In the real Apocalypse, there is no fairness.

There is only a path to death.

Zhao Wei leaned against the back of his chair and gave a cold laugh, his voice low and raspy:

”That’s the ’freedom’ they wanted.”

Sun Hao spoke expressionlessly:

”Didn’t they think they were so capable? Perfect, let them go outside and prove it.”

Shen Qingyan’s gaze was icy as she lightly tapped the table, as if tolling a death knell for those people.

Zhang Tianjin curled his lips coldly: ”Let them experience for themselves exactly what the real Apocalypse tastes like.”