Chapter 112
At the same time, Wendy had already set off toward the outskirts.
Not long ago, her storage space had upgraded again, expanding significantly.
And that reminded her—of the batch of supplies she had stockpiled before the apocalypse, hidden away in a warehouse on the outskirts.
Aside from what she kept in her space and at Starlight Towers, a large portion of her resources had been stored there.
She had chosen that warehouse carefully.
High ground. Remote location.
A precaution—just in case.
But now, with the floodwaters rising so quickly, if she didn’t retrieve them soon, everything would be lost.
The thought made her decisively change course.
She abandoned her original plan to head to Starlight Towers and turned toward the outskirts instead.
Wendy was in an excellent mood.
She pulled out snacks from her space, eating leisurely as she traveled.
It felt like fate itself was favoring her.
At such a critical moment, her space had upgraded—just in time to store this massive supply haul.
She really was the chosen one.
The heroine.
With so many resources at her disposal, she was destined to thrive in this apocalypse—comfortable, untouchable.
George... Tommy...
Sooner or later, they would regret everything.
Wendy bit down hard on an apple, chewing with a hint of vicious satisfaction.
Traveling by boat was far slower than driving.
It took her two full hours to finally reach the warehouse she had rented.
Fortunately, the land there was elevated. The floodwaters hadn’t reached it yet.
She let out a small breath of relief.
After docking the boat and storing it back into her space, she walked the rest of the way.
The area was eerily quiet.
No people.
Most had either locked themselves indoors or fled to temporary shelters.
Out here, it was practically a dead zone.
Wendy stopped in front of the warehouse and took out the key from her space.
The electronic lock had already been damaged by the relentless heat and rain.
After some effort, she finally forced the door open.
She raised her flashlight and shone it inside and in that instant, her entire body went cold.
Her mind blanked.
Where... were the supplies?
Where were they?!
The warehouse was completely empty.
Gone were the towering stacks of goods that had once filled nearly every inch of the space.
Gone—
Without a trace.
Wendy stood frozen, convinced for a moment that she was hallucinating.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Opened them.
Closed them again.
Opened them again—
Empty.
Still empty.
"Where did everything go?!" she roared.
All of it—all that food, all that money—gone.
Just like that.
Her entire body trembled with rage.
Who did this?
Who?!
When had she been targeted?
She had been so careful—so careful!
And yet, her expression shifted abruptly as a thought struck her.
The surveillance.
She quickly checked.
Only to discover that the cameras here had long since stopped working.
The remaining functioning ones?
They had all been deliberately redirected, pointing into blind spots.
Her scalp prickled.
Someone had stolen everything.
That realization sent a chill racing down her spine.
She had been watched.
Planned against.
And whoever it was had managed to move all her supplies without a sound.
Who could possibly do something like that?
Unwilling to accept it, Wendy pulled up the remaining footage and began reviewing it frantically.
Most of the cameras had been tampered with.
Only one remained intact, facing the road outside.
Her eyes locked onto the screen as she sped through the footage at maximum speed.
During that entire stretch of footage, not a single truck was seen entering or leaving her warehouse.
That only made things more unsettling.
There had been so many supplies.
Even if someone wanted to take them, they would have needed vehicles—several, at the very least.
And yet, there was nothing.
The supplies had simply... vanished.
A thought surfaced in Wendy’s mind, sending a chill racing down her spine.
Could it be...
The person who targeted her stash... also had a storage space?
Once the idea appeared, it refused to go away.
That had to be it.
Otherwise, how could everything have disappeared without a trace?
But who was it?
She recalled something from the original storyline.
It had been mentioned before—her space wasn’t unique.
Back then, the original owner had gone to great lengths, collecting all kinds of rare artifacts to upgrade it to its highest level.
What if...
Those so-called "artifacts" were actually spaces themselves?
That was why they could be absorbed and why they triggered upgrades.
The more Wendy thought about it, the more it made sense.
After all, she possessed a space herself.
No one understood its convenience better than she did.
Yes.
That had to be it.
Someone else—with a space—had stolen everything from her.
And whoever it was... She would never let them get away with it.
Her teeth clenched in fury.
Two hours wasted.
Only to find everything gone.
No one could feel more suffocated, more wronged than she did in this moment.
In the end, she could only comfort herself with one thought: at least she still had supplies stored in her own space.
With nothing left to retrieve, Wendy left the outskirts in frustration.
On the way back, she kept reviewing surveillance footage, trying to identify the thief.
But the other party had been meticulous.
Everything that could be erased had already been erased.
There wasn’t a single trace left behind.
Before she realized it, she had returned to the district where Starlight Towers stood.
The surrounding area was heavily flooded.
Only Starlight Towers remained untouched—for now.
To get there, she had to pass through the old road.
Along the way, she encountered more and more people.
Some were paddling in basins.
Some had inflatable boats.
Others drifted along on makeshift wooden boards.
The waterways were growing crowded.
Her speedboat drew attention everywhere she went.
Eyes followed her.
Measured her.
Weighed her.
Wendy remained calm, steering steadily as she scanned her surroundings.
Then—her gaze landed on a pair of brothers in the distance.
They were on the second floor of a building.
The water had already reached the rooftop of the first floor and was still rising.
It wouldn’t be long before it swallowed the second floor as well.
The two of them stood by a window, clearly trying to figure out how to escape.
Wendy’s attention shifted and locked onto the older brother.
Around his neck hung a pendant. As he leaned forward slightly, it slipped into view.
A simple, unassuming piece.
But... Something about it pulled at her.
Deep, instinctive.
Irresistible.
A voice seemed to whisper in her mind:
You need that.
It will benefit you.
Wendy had always trusted her instincts.
After all, she was the heroine. Was this fate... handing her another advantage?
Her eyes fixed on the pendant.
Without hesitation, she turned the speedboat and headed straight toward them.
Moments later, she stopped just outside their window.
"Need help?" she called out.
The man finally looked up, a flicker of caution passing through his eyes.
But Wendy was momentarily stunned.
Her lips curved slightly.
Well.
He was unexpectedly handsome. When he had been looking down earlier, she hadn’t noticed that.
But now, up close, his features were striking. Sharp. Refined.
The kind of face that stood out anywhere.
Faced with that, Wendy found herself a little more patient.
"Need help?" she repeated, her tone softer this time.