Chapter 1

Before the icy sensation of her fingernails digging into the frozen soil had faded, a powerful shove came from her back, and Su Jing was thrown forward like a rag doll.

Instantly, his vision was filled with gray-black animal fur—the most common third-tier monster in the fifth year of the apocalypse, the "Rotting Bone Wolf." Its open mouth spewed out foul-smelling hot air, and half a piece of bloody human flesh hung from its sharp fangs.

"I'm sorry, Xiaojing, I really can't beat it!" Chen Feng's trembling voice came from behind, but there was no remorse in his voice, only relief at getting rid of a burden.

Su Jing struggled to turn around, but the rotten bone wolf's claws had already pierced her shoulder blade. A sharp pain swept through her entire body instantly, and she could clearly feel the sound of her muscles being torn apart and her bones being gnawed.

In the last second of her blurred consciousness, she saw Chen Feng turn and run, not forgetting to take even the half bag of compressed biscuits she had painstakingly saved.

She had risked her life to find it in an abandoned supermarket yesterday, intending to share half with him. Hatred burned painfully in her chest; if she could do it all over again, she would never trust this ingrate disguised as a gentle man!

"Hmm."

Su Jing suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, cold sweat instantly soaking the back of her pajamas. The pain from the claws piercing her shoulder blade still seemed to linger, but when she touched it, the skin was smooth and warm, without a single wound.

She froze, her gaze slowly sweeping over her surroundings—not the ruins and rubble that were common in the apocalypse, nor the shelter filled with the stench of corpses, but a familiar old house.

The wooden floor was bathed in sunlight and had a pale yellow sheen. In the corner was the rattan sofa that my mother loved most when she was alive, and her denim jacket from her college days was still draped over the armrest.

The calendar on the wall was stuck on "June 15th," next to which was a photo of her and her parents. She was smiling brightly in the photo, before her parents died in the car accident and before the end of the world came.

Su Jing suddenly sat up, her bare feet touching the cold floor, and rushed to the window.

Outside the window are the plane trees common in old neighborhoods, their branches and leaves so dense that they can cover half of the building. Downstairs, an aunt is pushing a stroller and taking a walk, and a breakfast vendor is calling out "soy milk and fried dough sticks." Everything is vibrant and peaceful—this is what it looks like three months before the end of the world!

Has she really been reborn?

Su Jing stumbled to her desk and opened the old cell phone in the drawer.

The screen lit up, displaying the time "June 15th, 9:23 AM". The latest photo in the album was taken last month when she and Chen Feng went hiking. In the photo, Chen Feng had his arm around her shoulder, and his gentle smile made her feel disgusted now.

Just then, her right hand accidentally touched the metal desk lamp on the edge of the desk, and her fingertips suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness. It wasn't the temperature of the lamp, but more like a kind of... ethereal, suction-like cold.

Su Jing frowned and subconsciously tried to pick up the desk lamp with her mind, but the next second, the desk lamp suddenly disappeared into thin air!

She was startled, abruptly pulling her hand back and looking around—the desk was empty, and the lamp was truly gone. What was happening? Was it a hallucination after her rebirth?

She composed herself and turned her gaze to the pen holder on the desk, focusing her mind: "Put the pen holder away."

With a whoosh, the pen holder disappeared.

Su Jing's heart began to race as she tried to use her mind to perceive the things that had disappeared.

A huge space seemed to appear in my mind, empty and clean, without any light, yet I could clearly "see" the desk lamp and pen holder placed quietly inside, separated from each other by a distance, as if they had been automatically categorized.

She tried to "take out the desk lamp," and the next second, the lamp landed steadily on the desk, exactly the same as before, with no change in position.

It's space! She actually activated her spatial abilities!

Suppressing her overwhelming joy, Su Jing began to test the size of the space. She put the books, notebooks, and water cups on the desk into the space one by one, then ran to the living room and put the coat on the sofa, the remote control on the coffee table, and even the laundry basket on the balcony into the space.

The space in her mind still felt empty. She roughly estimated that these things combined occupied at least several cubic meters, but the space wasn't even one-tenth full.

She remembered something a space-age user had said on a doomsday forum: the size of a space can usually be compared to a common field. She walked downstairs in her apartment building and looked at the football field not far away.

That was a place she often played in when she was a child; a standard football field is about 7,140 square meters.

She tried to take everything out of the space and then focused her mind to perceive the boundaries of the space. The area of ​​that "spaciousness" was about the same size as the football field in her memory!

7140 square meters! That's the size of a football field!

Su Jing was so excited that her hands were trembling. This was practically a life-saving artifact in the apocalypse! In her previous life, she didn't have a spatial ability, so she had to hide her supplies here and there, and in the end, Chen Feng stole them from her. With this spatial ability, she could stockpile enough supplies and never have to worry about being robbed again!

She then tested the space's other functions—accessing and retrieving objects with her mind was extremely smooth; anything she could see or touch could be instantly stored inside and retrieved just as easily. She also discovered that the space seemed capable of storing living beings.

She brought the potted plants from the balcony inside, and when she took them out again, they were still alive, the soil was moist, and the leaves had not withered.

But she soon discovered a problem: after she put the chicks in her space, a few minutes later, when she took them out again, the chicks had stopped breathing, and their bodies were still warm, as if they had suffocated to death.

Su Jing's heart sank. It seemed that although the space could store living things, it had no air. Living things would suffocate after entering, and only inanimate objects could be preserved intact.

This discovery sparked an idea in her mind—perfect timing! She needed to dispose of Chen Feng's body, and this space was practically a natural hiding place for it, where it wouldn't decompose and wouldn't be discovered.

Thinking of Chen Feng, Su Jing's eyes instantly turned cold. Memories of her past life flooded back like a tide—in the first month after the apocalypse, the system instance "Giant World" opened, and she and Chen Feng were both chosen.

The dungeon was fraught with danger. The giant mushroom she had painstakingly found was stolen by Chen Feng, and when they encountered a giant mantis, he simply pushed her in front to block the monster while he ran off with the supplies. If she hadn't been lucky enough to be rescued by other participants, she would have died in the dungeon long ago.

She survived until the fifth year of the apocalypse, thinking that Chen Feng would at least have some lingering affection for her. Unexpectedly, he still pushed her to the Corpse Wolf in order to protect himself.

In this life, she will never give Chen Feng another chance to hurt her. The first person she needs to deal with is this devil in human skin.

Su Jing returned home and began planning her next steps: First, she needed to sell the old house left by her parents as soon as possible.

This is an old, densely populated neighborhood, which could easily become a chaotic disaster area after the apocalypse. Moreover, she needs money to stockpile goods, and her house is her biggest asset.

She found the real estate agent's contact information, dialed the number, and spoke calmly but with an undeniable firmness: "I want to sell my apartment in XX community. It's 80 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, fully furnished. The deal must be completed within a week. The price can be 100,000 yuan lower than the market price, but it must be paid in full."

The agent paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, probably thinking she was selling too hastily, and couldn't help but ask, "Madam, are you sure you want to sell so quickly? This price is a bit low. Maybe you can get a better price if you wait a little longer."

“No need to wait,” Su Jing interrupted him. “Just do as I say. If you find a buyer, contact me. If not, that’s fine.”

She doesn't have time to haggle with the agent right now; the end of the world is only three months away, and every minute and every second is precious.

After hanging up the phone, Su Jing began to take stock of her family's savings—the savings left by her parents plus what she had saved over the years from working totaled only 58,000 yuan. This amount was far from enough in the apocalypse, and she had to sell the house as soon as possible to get more money to stock up on supplies.

She opened her online shopping app and started searching for climbing ropes and non-slip gloves. She chose the strongest climbing rope, which could bear up to 500 kilograms, and bought several pairs of fingerprint-free non-slip gloves to avoid leaving marks.

When placing the order, she specifically noted "express delivery, next day delivery" and filled in a nearby courier collection point as the address to avoid Chen Feng finding out if the package was sent to her home.

After finishing these tasks, she began sorting through her parents' belongings—her mother's clothes in the closet, her father's tool bag, old books on the bookshelf, and a small amount of jewelry and photos in the drawers.

She carefully packed her jewelry and photos into her storage space, while organizing her clothes and books into boxes, intending to dispose of them after the house was sold, keeping only the items that held sentimental value.

Su Jing sat at her desk, looking at the still peaceful street outside the window with a determined gaze.

In this life, she has a space and memories of her past life. She not only wants to survive, but to live well. She will not let any of those who have hurt her get away with it.

She picked up her phone, found Chen Feng's WeChat, and typed a message: "Feng, I've been working too hard lately. How about we go hiking in the mountains on the outskirts of the city this weekend to relax, like last time?"

The moment the message was successfully sent, a cold smile curled at the corner of Su Jing's lips.

Chen Feng, just wait, this time, the mountaintop will be your burial ground.