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

Chapter 121 : The Real Price · 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

121: Chapter 121 The Real PriceAt dusk, in an abandoned village less than ten kilometers from the base.

The snow had stopped.

But the world remained a monochrome of gray and white.

The wind howled past broken power poles, wailing like ghosts.

Liu Chuyue and her group huddled together, lying in wait inside a dilapidated four-story building.

The walls were damaged, the floors were frozen, and the air was cold enough to crack blood vessels.

After hours of frantic scavenging, they had finally managed to seize some remnants of supplies from the ruined dwellings:

—Half a bag of moldy freeze-dried rations.

—Three barrels of low-quality gasoline with a pungent smell.

—A few rusty hunting rifles and broken knives.

Someone, driven mad by hunger, grabbed a handful of the freeze-dried rations and shoved it into their mouth, only to have their teeth chatter against the rock-hard substance.

It was impossible to bite through.

Someone spat it out, cursing viciously: ”Damn it, how are you supposed to eat this?”

Others tried soaking it in raw water to soften it, but retched violently the moment it touched their tongues.

—The warm days at the base had made them forget what the true Apocalypse was like.

—They had forgotten that surviving outside was a luxury, where even ’being alive’ itself was a distant hope.

Finally, someone suggested:

”Light a fire. Cook the rations.”

”Even if it turns into mush, it’s better than chewing rocks like this!”

Inside the ruined building, a choking fire of poor-quality fuel was lit.

It made everyone cough and tear up, but they still huddled around the flames, carefully tossing the freeze-dried rations into a salvaged, battered iron pot, adding water to simmer slowly.

Like a pack of starved animals, they stared fixatedly at every bubble in the pot.

Finally—

The pot yielded a barely edible, paste-like substance.

It was tasteless, bitter, and foul-smelling, but steam rose from it, hot and white.

In this extreme cold, being able to eat something warm was already a luxury.

No one bothered with pretense anymore; they fought for it like madmen.

Liu Chuyue was also squeezed among the crowd, clutching a broken bowl, her lips chapped, a sickly hunger gleaming in her eyes.

Even at this point, there were still complaints:

”No oil or salt... tastes like shit...”

”Should’ve grabbed more supplies when we had the chance!”

”How are we supposed to survive on this crap?!”

They ate and cursed simultaneously.

They resembled those pampered, delicate weaklings who grew up in a greenhouse, only to be brutally thrown back to reality overnight.

But in this wasteland, the wind and snow would grant them no second chances.

At this moment.

Once the pressure of hunger subsided, the bestial nature lurking deep in their bones could no longer be contained.

The so-called ’loyal followers’ who had once fawned over Liu Chuyue now had a different look in their eyes.

Gone was the feigned gentleness and sycophantic flattery.

In its place was a naked—desire to possess, to dominate, and a bloodthirsty urge to claim.

Lü Yuanshan wiped grease from the corner of his mouth, his gaze slowly, greedily settling on Liu Chuyue.

The other men, who usually put on an act, also dropped their pretenses, exchanging meaningful glances.

Those glances held the unspoken understanding of a wolf pack about to devour its prey.

Liu Chuyue shrank into a corner, wrapped in a tattered cotton coat, her body trembling uncontrollably.

But what truly frightened her wasn’t the cold—

It was the stares fixed upon her—naked, undisguised.

Lü Yuanshan stepped forward first, the smile on his face completely shedding its disguise, revealing a nauseating ferocity.

”Sister Liu—”

He grinned, madness flickering in his eyes:

”You were the one who said following you would lead to a life of luxury.”

”You were the one who said we could live well thanks to your connections.”

”And what happened?”

”More than half the brothers are dead, we’re starving enough to gnaw on roots, freezing our hands and feet off.”

His voice was low, each word like a nail hammered into Liu Chuyue’s heart.

Around them, more people closed in.

Their eyes held no pity, only resentment, hunger, and boundless hatred.

”If it weren’t for your instigation, we’d still be safe in the base, eating hot meals, sleeping on warm beds!”

”And now? We’re all turned into fucking stray dogs because of you!”

”You owe us. And you’re going to pay.”

Liu Chuyue clenched her teeth, desperation and madness rising in her eyes. She wanted to beg for mercy, to use her usual fragile act to elicit sympathy.

But no one listened.

In this vast, white world of death, so-called ’gentleness,’ ’consideration,’ ’obedience’—

Were worthless.

The tactics she once used to manipulate men had now become bait that only attracted misfortune.

Lü Yuanshan sneered as he walked up to her, looking down at her wretched, despairing form.

”Don’t worry.”

He licked his chapped lips, his voice as repulsive as rotting meat in the wind.

”Starting today, we’ll ’take good care’ of you.”

”After all—”

”This is what you deserve.”

As his words fell.

A group of men swarmed forward.

Inside the ruined building, a woman’s shrill screams, pleas, and torn sobs erupted.

Shredded cotton clothing flew, the old floorboards creaked.

The wind and snow buried everything.

But the cruel Apocalypse was teaching these people the true price in the bloodiest way possible.

Back at Tianlang Mountain Base, on the public cafeteria screen, the scene was so gruesome the air seemed to freeze.

The piercing cries from the ruined building, crushed by the wind and snow, transmitted through the surveillance feed into the cafeteria.

Not a single person spoke.

It was so quiet you could only hear breathing.

The steel fork in Zhao Wei’s hand clattered onto his plate. His face was ashen as he spat out a curse:

”Serves her right.”

Sun Hao’s expression was grim, his words measured:

”This is the ’freedom’ she wanted.”

Zhang Tianjin sneered: ”The Apocalypse doesn’t coddle trash, much less vipers.”

Shen Qingyan’s gaze was icy, a near-cruel curve lifting the corner of her mouth:

”Those who think they can manipulate human nature end up being devoured by it.”

Ye Nanxing remained seated in her spot, her fingers lightly tapping the table, her expression calm as still water, her voice low and steady:

”She thought she had control over men’s hearts.”

”But she forgot that in the Apocalypse, the cheapest thing is the human heart.”

”—Especially the hearts of beasts.”

The other ordinary residents who remained in the base watched the screen, their faces pale, a chill rising in their hearts.

They suddenly realized:

What had become of those who once joined Liu Chuyue’s clamor, who echoed her words?

In the Apocalypse, there are no rules.

No mercy.

Only—

The strong devouring the weak.

And the one who had kept them alive, fed, and warm from the very beginning was only one person.

—Ye Nanxing.

The sky remained overcast, the wind and snow unceasing.

But within Tianlang Mountain Base, an intangible, long-absent sense of stern discipline and order was quietly taking root.

On the public cafeteria screen, the footage continued.

In the command hall, eight people stood in a line before a long table.

Zhao Wei, Zhang Tianjin, Sun Hao, Shen Qingyan, Lin Wanru, Lin Xiao, Han Yiran, Zhou Cheng.

These eight.

Were the true backbone of Tianlang Mountain.

They were the core members personally selected by Ye Nanxing, forged through life and death.

They were not followers.

They were comrades-in-arms.

People who could stand shoulder to shoulder, fighting their way through the Apocalypse’s blizzards to the very end.

Ye Nanxing stood before the long table, her expression stern, her voice deep:

”From today onward.”

”Tianlang Mountain Base—is being completely reorganized.”

”The old system is abolished. All temporary management and acting positions are voided.”

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