Various terrifying visions flashed through the Lord's mind as he incredulously imagined whether the city had been shrouded in dark forces.

The Duke hesitated before taking a step forward, determined to find the answer.

He teleported across the flooded streets, stepping onto the corroded steel bars on the wet rooftops of skyscrapers, while the surging floodwaters below kept him constantly on his guard.

Suddenly, the Duke heard a faint and eerie sound. He looked up and saw a pair of glowing green eyes flashing in the distance, giving off an ominous feeling.

Junjue's heart tightened, and he quickened his teleportation pace, trying to shake off this unease.

"Damn it, what's this mutated thing again? There seem to be a lot of them, and it looks like they're below the flood."

However, no matter how fast he ran, those pairs of green eyes always seemed to be chasing him.

The Duke felt the pressure beneath him growing stronger. He dared not look back or down, and could only continue to teleport forward past one building after another.

His heart was filled with terror and despair; he felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare from which he could not escape.

Soon after, the Duke finally arrived at the ruins of a tall building that had not been submerged. He stopped and panted.

He looked up at the rooftop and, through the rain, seemed to see a blurry figure.

His gaze was fixed on the figure, and the Duke felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

He vaguely heard a deep voice, as if it were whispering something in his ear.

Upon hearing the other person's words, Junjue's lips curled into a sneer as he gradually realized that the voice was cursing him, plunging him into eternal darkness.

Fear suffocated the man; he seemed to have suffered a mental breakdown. He couldn't find a single clue to hope; only the shadow of death loomed over him.

He turned his head to look at the raging floodwaters of the great river, feeling its ferocity and ruthlessness.

When the Duke saw that person, he took the final step and leaped from the rooftop into the floodwaters beside him.

His body was swept away by the flood and sank into the dark abyss; his cries were lost in the wind.

The natural disasters in Shanghai have not stopped; they continue to ravage the city.

That person's departure was just a minor incident; the terror in the city continued to spread.

In this endless darkness, people can only silently endure their terrifying fate, yearning for a glimmer of dawn.

However, whether they were the lords or the others, they all became prisoners of this terrifying ruin, unable to escape forever.

The bustling metropolis of Shanghai has long been swallowed up by the flood, leaving only desolation and terror, becoming one of the most terrifying scenes in horror novels.

The Lord wouldn't waste his time saving someone who was contemplating suicide!

He looked at this huge, first-tier city and felt it was such a pity that it was submerged by floods. This place had so many supplies!

I wonder how long the flood lasted, and whether the things that were soaked are still salvageable.

Although there were unknown mutated beasts in the flood, he didn't go swimming. He only needed to teleport to collect usable supplies into his spatial storage.

So they moved to the rooftops of various buildings and stored in their space anything that was individually packaged and waterproof, located six kilometers below. They were shocked by what they found.

He actually received countless canned baby formula that doesn't absorb water, various canned foods that don't absorb water, shower gel, shampoo, laundry detergent, various vacuum-packed snacks, cured meat, sausages, etc.

He didn't want anything that got wet, and he put everything that didn't get wet into his spatial storage.

He teleported and jumped repeatedly on the rooftop above the flood for several days, collecting countless supplies into his spatial dimension.

Three days later, he moved across the entire flooded city of Shanghai and finally collected all the usable resources from the flooded areas into his spatial storage.

He randomly found a rooftop room to shelter from the wind and rain, and observed the supplies he had collected into his space over the past month or so. He noticed that the number of folded spaces he had opened had increased from 966 to 986 in just one or two months.

It seems his efforts over this period of time have not been in vain! He stuffed everything into the space, taking away all the edible and usable items.

Once you fill 14 spaces, you will receive a skill reward of 1000 spaces.

The reward of 1,000 folded spaces is incredibly powerful! He must continue his efforts and fill all 1,000 spaces.

He had been collecting supplies non-stop for over a month to keep moving forward, and he was quite exhausted. He teleported to this rooftop and felt that the place was quite safe.

It used to be a seven-star hotel, and this hotel has 128 floors.

He arrived at the 125th floor and saw that all the room doors were open, so he went straight into a room that looked good and locked the door from the inside.

This floor is the 125th floor, and it contains six presidential suites that were not corroded by acid rain.

All three-story buildings over 125 meters tall were corroded down to a three-story frame.

Seeing that the items inside were complete, understated yet luxurious, and tasteful, with high-end beds and sofas, it seemed he would have to make do here for the night.

Using his psychic abilities, he surveyed the entire floor and discovered that there were over a hundred people in the hotel he was in.

It seems that because this floor is high enough, those people did not go to higher ground, but chose to hide here instead.

This is a seven-star hotel, so there must be plenty of food in the kitchen and freezer. Seeing that there were edible steamed buns in each guest's room, I know that there is no shortage of food and drink here for the time being.

So he took out a hot family-style hamburger set meal from the space and placed it on the table in front of the leather sofa.

He sat leisurely on the sofa, enjoying a hot and delicious family bucket of hamburgers all by himself.

The room was filled with the aroma of hamburgers, and Junjue sat at the table, gradually relaxing.

He picked up a golden, crispy French fry, took a bite, and the heat shot straight to his throat, exciting his taste buds.

The aroma of the fries filled his mouth, as if carrying an infinite energy that swept away Junjue's fatigue.

Then, the Duke grabbed a large, crispy chicken wing. The wing was golden and crispy, and its aroma was irresistible.

He took a small bite, and the chicken was tender and juicy, with a very satisfying texture. The Duke couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh, as if this bite of chicken wing had restored his lost energy.

Junjue murmured contentedly, "It's been almost two months since the natural disaster struck, and I can still enjoy hot food. I really have to thank my four good brothers!"

It's a pity I'm not with them, otherwise there would be four of us eating a family bucket together right now.

The space is filled with family buckets and various burger combos, numbering at least in the hundreds of thousands. These were made by a few brothers who spent a lot of money to have burger shops in all the surrounding cities work overtime in two shifts for twenty days, not to mention other delicacies.

When I'm stocking up, I've always been ordering takeout to stock up, and I haven't stopped doing it.

Next up was the hamburger. The Duke picked up a huge three-layer hamburger, which he could barely hold with both hands.