Mou Xuan stood in front of the mountain of supplies and squinted his eyes with satisfaction.

These past few days have been like turning on the accelerator, and the sense of accomplishment from my crazy shopping spree is simply overwhelming.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled over the tablet computer and carefully checked the list of supplies again, fearing that he might have missed any treasure.

"Tsk, there's still a long way to go." He clicked his tongue, sliding his fingertips quickly across the screen, frowning slightly.

The names of various supplies danced before his eyes like little elves jumping, reminding him that the last carnival before doomsday was far from over.

He looked around. The warehouse was filled with boxes of all sizes, like silent giants, emitting the smell of metal and plastic.

There was a faint industrial smell in the air, mixed with the aroma of food, which made his adrenaline surge.

The warehouse was eerily quiet at this moment, like the calm before a storm. Only the sound of his heartbeat was like the thumping of a war drum.

"Keep calm, don't rush." ​​He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The stockpiling campaign is coming to an end, but the more critical the moment, the more cautious we should be.

The ability to control time is his trump card, but it is not omnipotent. If something goes wrong at the last moment, it would be a tragic ending of "disaster strikes while you are still at home".

He paced back and forth in the warehouse in annoyance, with his arms crossed over his chest. It was as if there were two little people fighting in his heart, one saying, "Hurry up!" and the other saying, "Better safe than sorry!"

The lights on the ceiling of the warehouse seemed to flicker as he walked around, as if matching his troubled mood.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" He stopped suddenly and punched the cardboard box beside him, making a dull "bang" sound.

His eyes became as sharp as a knife, as if he had made up his mind.

We must speed up. If we keep procrastinating, we will probably encounter more troubles than planned!

He quickly dialed the number of driver Song and said in a hurried tone: "Old Song, come again, I still have the last few batches of goods to transport! Hurry up!"

On the other end of the phone, driver Song's hearty laughter came: "Boss Mou, don't worry, don't you trust me, Old Song, to do things? I'm leaving right away!"

Mou Xuan hung up the phone and looked towards the direction of the warehouse door, where a ray of light was coming in.

He took a deep breath and seemed to smell an unusual smell in the air, as if some danger was approaching quietly.

"Wait..." He suddenly stopped, as if he realized something.

Not long after the call was hung up, Mou Xuan's phone rang again, and the words "Driver Song" appeared on the screen.

His heart tightened and he had a bad feeling.

"Hey, Lao Song, what's wrong?" Mou Xuan tried his best to make his voice sound calm, but his heartbeat accelerated.

"Boss Mou, something bad has happened to the car. It suddenly stalled halfway through the drive!" Driver Song's anxious voice came from the receiver, mixed with the sound of car horns. "I'm checking it on the side of the road. It may take a while."

"What?!" Mou Xuan's face instantly darkened. He looked up at a large empty area in the warehouse, as if he saw that the supplies he had worked so hard to stockpile were wasted. He felt his blood pressure rising rapidly, and he felt like he was going to explode on the spot!

His mind was racing, all kinds of worst-case scenarios flashed through his mind, and he felt like the sky was falling!

"I'll be there right away!" Mou Xuan hung up the phone, grabbed his coat and rushed out, wishing he could grow wings and fly over immediately.

He felt like an ant on a hot pan, extremely anxious.

When he arrived at the scene breathlessly, he saw a truck emitting black smoke and driver Song standing beside it, scratching his head with a helpless look on his face.

Mou Xuan rushed forward in two steps and quickly glanced at the condition of the vehicle. Relying on the maintenance experience accumulated in his previous life, he quickly found the problem.

"Old Song, give me a hand!" While directing driver Song, he also started working himself, with movements as quick and agile as a veteran mechanic.

After a series of clanging and dinging, the truck finally restarted and the engine made a long-lost roar.

"Boss Mou, you're amazing!" Driver Song gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration, "With your skills, it would be a waste of talent if you didn't go to repair cars!"

Mou Xuan ignored his flattery and just wanted to quickly pull back the remaining supplies.

When the last truck unloaded its goods, Mou Xuan stood in the middle of the warehouse, looked at the packed warehouse, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt like a victorious general.

The staff around him also looked at him with admiration, and he could feel that in addition to admiration, there was also a hint of awe in their eyes.

"Perfect!" Mou Xuan raised his hands and clenched his fists tightly, as if he was holding the whole world.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile, and then he turned and walked deeper into the warehouse, "Let's start the final inventory..."

Mou Xuan checked the list of supplies again. The light from the tablet screen shone on his face, and the curve of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

"Done! Perfect!" He clapped his hands suddenly, making a crisp sound that echoed in the empty warehouse.

This feeling is like clearing all levels in a game, so cool!

He jumped down from a pile of compressed biscuits and paced back and forth in the warehouse like a king inspecting his territory.

The beam of the flashlight swept across boxes of supplies, everything from mineral water to canned food, from medicine to weapons.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of various foods. It was a bit strange, but inexplicably reassuring.

He could even feel the slight crunching sound of boxes of instant noodles under his feet. The sound sounded extremely pleasant at this moment, like a victory march.

He seemed to have seen himself enjoying a good life in the end times, while those who had betrayed him could only shiver in hunger and cold.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reveal a slightly evil smile.

"Wait, this is just the beginning!"

The lights in the warehouse seemed to sense his joy and became brighter, illuminating every corner.

Mou Xuan took a deep breath. The mixed smell in the warehouse made him feel a little dizzy, but more of it was satisfaction.

He seemed to be able to touch the last bit of tranquility before the end of the world, and this feeling made him both excited and nervous.

He walked to the door of the warehouse, looked at the sky outside which was gradually getting darker, and his thoughts drifted away.

Stockpiling is just the first step. What comes next is the real challenge.

He needed a safe and secluded shelter.

"It's time to go check out that place..." Mou Xuan muttered to himself, turned around and strode out of the warehouse, leaving behind only the closed door and the mountains of supplies in the warehouse, quietly waiting for the end of the world to come.