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

153: Chapter 153 Warmth on a Snowy NightZhou Xiao’s eyes suddenly sharpened, and he leaned forward, trying to discern the truth from her expression.

Chu Yunting’s lips moved, but he didn’t speak. In the depths of his eyes, however, was the calmness of someone who had finally received confirmation.

Zhang Tianjin looked completely shocked, his mouth half-open. ”...Holy crap, are you saying... you were reborn?”

Zhao Wei was more direct. ”...Are you fucking serious?”

Zhou Cheng’s gaze darkened, and he murmured, ”...No wonder.”

For a moment, Shang Xu was also stunned. In her mind, all of Ye Nanxing’s past ”prophetic” judgments, responses, and resource allocations flashed by...

Every single one of them made sense now.

She suddenly felt a chill, yet also a sense of feverish excitement.

”Are you saying you’ve already experienced all of this?”

Ye Nanxing finally raised her eyes, looking at each of them with a calm gaze:

”Yes.”

”The Apocalypse erupted, the zombies mutated, and the Ice Age descended.”

”Along with the brass badge, and all of you.”

”I have already experienced it all once.”

”This time, it’s the second.”

Her voice faded.

No one in the vehicle spoke.

But their expressions had already undergone a subtle change.

After the shock came understanding.

Then, trust.

Finally, there was a heartfelt sense of being ”chosen.”

The vehicles drove for several hours.

The sun set.

The snow mist began to settle.

Finally, at a relatively flat bend in the road where the wind and snow were less intense, the convoy slowly came to a stop.

As soon as the engine cut out, Zhou Xiao’s stomach let out a loud growl—

Following that, Zhao Wei, Sun Hao, and Zhang Tianjin’s stomachs growled too...

Then, everyone looked at Ye Nanxing in unison.

She raised an eyebrow, not even looking up, and calmly spat out two words:

”Eat dinner.”

The three motorhomes were parked at the mouth of a sheltered valley, but only the side door of the first motorhome opened slowly, accompanied by a gust of warm, temperature-controlled air.

This one—the vehicle Ye Nanxing sat in—was also the most luxuriously equipped one in the entire team.

Inside, the temperature was a constant 26 degrees. A floor-level heating system was hidden beneath the floor, soft light strips hung from the ceiling, the sofas extended automatically, and the floor was clean enough to reflect their images.

There wasn’t a hint of cold in the air; instead, there was a faint scent of aromatherapy—it was the natural herbal sachets stored in her spatial storage, releasing automatically.

And outside, it was a bitterly cold snowy night at forty degrees below zero.

The moment everyone sat inside the vehicle, they all couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief—

Even wearing thermal underwear, even being able to roll and fight in the snow, this moment was what it truly meant to be ”alive.”

Ye Nanxing stood at the back of the vehicle and waved her hand. Her spatial storage opened slowly, like the door of a small warehouse being pulled open.

She raised her hand—and first pulled out a few transparent insulated boxes. With a click, they opened.

In the first box: thinly sliced beef and lamb rolls, cut evenly and beautifully, were arranged neatly. The meat was bright red and distinct, with marbled fat that made one’s mouth water.

The second box: handmade shrimp paste squeezed into the box like white flowers, and cuttlefish balls, cheese beef balls, and fish tofu were all bright and plump.

The third box: various vegetable platters—baby bok choy, baby cabbage, shiitake mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, bean sprouts, frozen tofu, lotus root slices, pumpkin slices... The color coordination was even more exquisite than a supermarket shelf.

The fourth box: bean curd skin, sweet potato vermicelli, and udon noodles were each stored independently, clean and free of impurities, clearly carefully selected.

The fifth box: it made everyone’s eyes widen—iced drinks! By the case!

Sprite, Coke, Minute Maid, yogurt, fruit tea—everything was there.

Then there was: ten flavors of that famous tea-based milk tea, four limited-edition bottled coffees from that famous chain, bottled yogurt, fresh milk cold brew tea...

Even Zhou Xiao’s mouth twitched as he watched, unable to help but wonder if he had stepped into the wrong era.

”You... did your spatial storage mutate from a supermarket warehouse?!” Shang Xu practically lunged at it.

The milk tea in her hand was cold, smooth, and slightly sweet. Even the milk foam was still fluffy—it wasn’t instant, it was freshly brewed!

Her hands were shaking, and her eyes were slightly red. As a heavy coffee lover who would practically die without it, after the Apocalypse, she couldn’t even drink instant coffee freely. At this moment, Shang Xu’s feelings were truly indescribable.

”I had almost forgotten what freshly brewed coffee tasted like...”

She looked at the coffee bottle in her hand as if she had obtained a divine artifact.

”I... I really give it to you, Ye Nanxing.”

”You’re not just a spatial ability user; you’re the life-extender sent by the Earth’s will itself.”

Although Zhou Xiao didn’t say anything, he had already quietly reached out and grabbed a bottle of fruit tea from the box.

The moment he opened it, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

The familiar fragrance, carrying a chill, went straight into his heart, as if some long-sealed fragment of life had been awakened at this moment.

”...So it really is possible to live like a human in the Apocalypse.”

Compared to the shock of these newcomers, on the other side—

Zhang Tianjin was slowly and methodically mixing his hot pot dipping sauce, smacking his lips as he said, ”Sister Ye is being quite conservative today. I remember last time at the Tianlang Mountain Base for New Year’s Eve dinner, she even brought out a whole frozen steak.”

Sun Hao scoffed, ”You’re only just realizing this now? You should have adapted long ago.”

Zhao Wei tossed his Coke into his hand, as familiar as if he were back home. ”If she didn’t bring out her spatial storage to scare us, we wouldn’t feel at ease.”

Zhou Cheng was carefully dividing the ingredients, as if preparing a menu: ”Shrimp paste for both pots, mushroom soup with cuttlefish balls, and beef balls on the spicy side. Don’t worry, her storage can support us for three days and nights without repeating a dish.”

Shang Xu: ”...”

She felt as if she had suddenly joined a ”divine feast,” yet she felt dazed and slow to react.

Zhou Xiao also silently glanced at Ye Nanxing.

He finally understood—the distance they had traveled was not just about strength and awareness. It was also a gap in resources and perception.

Outside, it was eighty degrees below zero, but inside, steam was rising. The overhead ventilation system hummed softly, and the mist was filled with the freshness of tomatoes, the sweetness of mushrooms, and the fiery, spicy aroma of the spicy hot pot base.

The large pot was bubbling, and slices of beef rolled in the red oil. After swishing for no more than five seconds, the aroma of the meat was mouth-watering.

Zhang Tianjin had already picked up three slices of meat and swallowed them in succession, his mouth glistening with oil. ”...Holy crap, this is so healing. Who would have thought we could eat hot pot in this freezing Apocalypse?”

Zhao Wei rolled up his sleeves, his expression as solemn as if he were going to the battlefield. ”Sister Ye’s methods... I’m truly impressed.”

As he scooped minced garlic into his dipping sauce dish, his eyes were fixed on a lamb roll that hadn’t yet been swished. ”This is even better than before the Apocalypse.”

Sun Hao had already mixed the shrimp paste, crispy pork, and fried bean curd skin together to boil, holding a small bowl and eating quickly. ”I’m willing to follow you for the rest of my life, not for your powers, but for that pot in your spatial storage.”

Zhou Cheng ate the slowest, but his eyes were the calmest. He picked up a piece of bean curd skin, dipped it fully in sesame oil sauce, took a slow bite, and said in a low voice, ”What do you think... if the Apocalypse were really to be spent like this, I... I wouldn’t really want to go back.”

Ye Nanxing sat in the soft seat on the very edge.

She didn’t fight for food, nor did she laugh or joke; she just held a small bowl of mushroom soup and sipped it slowly.

The coffee beside her was already open. Amidst the curling steam, her expression was calm, as if she were lost in thought, or perhaps enjoying a rare moment of peace.

She watched everyone—some were eating meat in big mouthfuls, some were carefully picking vegetables, and some were laughing so hard the corners of their eyes were red.

The hot pot bubbled, the wind and snow were shut out, and the heat inside the room swirled in the air.

In this moment, there was no mental pollution, no zombie hunting, and no brass divinity.

There was only ”living.”

That most ordinary, most rare, most overlooked, and yet most worth-protecting meaning.