Li Kui, 28, is a PhD graduate from a top-tier university, an academic workaholic with ten SCI papers to his name. After staying up all night revising a paper, he dies suddenly and unexpectedly finds himself inside an abandoned apocalypse novel.
Extreme cold, scorching heat, floods, plagues, toxic fog...
Wherever a workaholic goes, they keep working. Even in the apocalypse, she kicks off a full-on hoarding spree, ready to lie low until the very end.
With a pocket dimension to help, stocking up is twice as effective.
When the extreme cold hits, everyone else freezes stiff while she wraps herself in a thermal blanket and sleeps like a log.
When the extreme heat hits, everyone else is sweating until their skin peels, while she calmly turns on the air conditioner and eats ice-cold watermelon.
When the floods hit, everyone else fights over moldy instant noodles in filthy water, while she grills lamb skewers and chicken wings on the roof.
When the plague hits, everyone else coughs up blood, while she leisurely gathers honeysuckle, astragalus, and isatis root in her pocket dimension to make herbal medicine.
When the toxic fog hits, everyone else covers their noses and struggles to breathe, while she strolls her dog in a modified gas mask.
As the world falls apart, all she wants is to hold out until spring comes.
Other people buy more than the heroine during the Chinese New Year! Do you use that much money to eat paper?
The writing about stocking up is very messy. I just buy something wherever I go. I just read it without thinking. When I read Chapter 13, the heroine went shopping for cultural relics and spent a million to buy a painting called Xanadu. She said that she longed for Xanadu. I really couldn't stand it. Shuiwen is not like this, right? It is said later that this space can be upgraded with cultural relics or things with age, so let's lay the groundwork. Without saying anything, it is said that the heroine yearns for the Taoyuan in the apocalypse and spends one million to buy a painting.
I read a few chapters, but it's not very good. The author has no common sense in life. He wrote that compressed biscuits cost 100 yuan a pound.
Exhausted from watching.
It's very depressing to read. The author is not generous. There are more than one billion people searching for it, and they only buy things weighing 100 kilograms.