Three days before the apocalypse, I unexpectedly bonded with a spatial warehouse that automatically restocks. While others fight over supplies until they’re battered and bloody, I coast to an easy victory from the start with an endless supply of rice, flour, cooking oil, medicine, and weapons in my space.
From a basement stuffed with canned food to a secret base piled high with ammunition, from a lone survivor fleeing mutants to a leader guiding survivors in rebuilding their home, the shelves in my space are always full. All I have to do is hold on to this inexhaustible source of survival in a world shrouded in black fog.
While others are risking their lives for a single ration bar, my space’s freezer is packed with steaks. When the base is running low on energy, my shelves are stacked with boxes of solar panels. But as the black fog’s pollution worsens, the warehouse starts restocking more slowly. The appearance of the fourth “Mother Crystal Fragment” makes me realize that this space was never a free gift: it is the last seal left to humanity by an ancient civilization...
Stockpiling supplies is the foundation of survival, and protecting others is how civilization endures. With my space’s shelves bound to the seal on the apocalypse, I stand on humanity’s final line of defense, holding supplies that will never run out.
