The Day Supplies Were Cut Off, I Started Traveling Between Worlds to Hoard and Resell Supplies

A poor scholarship student from a mountain village spent two years buying her breakfast, saving her seats, and doing her homework, only to be laughed at for those same two years. Then one day, he overheard her telling her best friend, "I was just stringing him along. He's only a servant. I just wanted someone to wait on me." The person she really liked was a rich second-generation heir.

He didn't argue or ask questions, and he didn't walk away in the rain. That night, he stopped buying her breakfast, saving her seats, and doing her homework. The next day, she pushed her cup toward him as usual. No one touched it.

That very night, an interface lit up: modern water and food could be exchanged in the apocalypse for nutrient solutions and advanced supplies. No binding, no trials. It was ready to use right away.

After his first trip back, his account had six figures in it. One nutrient solution, three days, and he took off his thick black glasses. In a tiered lecture hall with over two hundred people, not a single person made a sound. On his third trip, someone flashed their credentials. From laying out the goods to getting paid took eleven seconds.

The moment he opened the villa door, his parents stopped working the fields the very next day. On the day his company opened, the man who had undercut his offer the day before stood at the back of the line, waiting for his number to be called.

Later, he brought an entire modern supply chain to the apocalypse. When the blacklist was revealed, his was the first name on it. He turned the list over.

Payment in full on the spot every trip, never delayed until the next day.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.