Before the apocalypse, I was a diligent, all-purpose college student working every job I could find.
Three parts work to keep myself fed: hauling goods in a hotel warehouse, making milk tea on a commercial street, and running campus errands to pick up packages.
I ran all over the city's supermarkets, medicine warehouses, and hotel stockrooms. I knew every street and the layout of every storage facility by heart.
Everyone said I was overworked and deserved my hard life.
Then the apocalypse arrived, and my spatial ability awakened...
That's when I realized all the hardship I'd endured in this life had been setting me up to cheat my way through the apocalypse!
In the chaotic end times, everyone fled for their lives, wandering from place to place and fighting over a mouthful of food.
I alone swept up supplies across the entire city, thanks to my professional instinct for hauling goods from warehouses and stocking up while running errands for years!
Supermarket snacks, medicine and medical supplies, alcohol, drinks, grain and cooking oil, clothes, equipment...
While everyone else struggled with hunger and a lack of clothes, unable to take a single step, my massive spatial storage was already packed to the brim. I had plenty of food and clothing, and an endless supply of goods.
With my practiced storage skills, precise scavenging, and speedy stockpiling, when it comes to gathering supplies for the apocalypse, I'm second to none!
Just as I was lying flat, stockpiling supplies and happily keeping myself busy as I waited to live out my days in peace...
I ran into the ex-boyfriend I'd broken up with before the apocalypse.
He was cold and gloomy, with a tall, lean build, still as handsome as before the apocalypse. He asked me coldly, "Su Qingmo, the world's ended, so how come you're living so carefree?"
I patted the billion-level stockpile filling my entire space and smiled calmly.
Sorry, a worker's confidence in the apocalypse is a talent earned through sweat. You don't deserve to mooch off it.
