Chapter Thirty-One: Awakening Spatial Abilities

Mu Qingrong wasn't just saying it casually. Seeing Mu Qingyu return empty-handed, he worried that her mood would worsen because she hadn't found any supplies, so he really intended to go out.

He didn't plan to go far; he knew his own limitations, so he decided to search the village first.

"Don't go out, it's almost afternoon. We'll search the village together tomorrow." Mu Qingyu quickly stopped him when she saw he was really going out. Mu Qingrong wasn't the reborn her; she wouldn't feel comfortable letting him go out alone on the first day of the apocalypse.

However, she never intended to confine Mu Qingrong to the safety of her home; she simply believed that training needed to be gradual. Given her unpleasant experience going out today, she planned to start searching the village tomorrow and then gradually expand outwards.

As for the shopping mall she's been eyeing, let fate decide.

Dinner was cooked by Mu Qingyu again, a simple meal for the two of them. They were originally going to cook over a wood fire, but Mu Qingrong was home today and modified the rice cooker and induction cooker so they could run on batteries.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the solar panels on the third floor came in handy, fully charging the batteries in the house and replenishing what was lost in the extreme cold last night.

Mu Qingyu had always known that Mu Qingrong's skills were useful, but she didn't know they would be this useful! With the entire world experiencing power and signal outages, she could still use electrical appliances! It gave her a small sense of happiness!

This small happiness continued until Mu Qingrong took a bite of stir-fried eggs with chives and Mu Qingyu drank a sip of stewed pork ribs with white radish...

Both of them fell silent. The dish had been quite delicious...

"Cough, I forgot to put salt in the soup, I'll add some now..." Mu Qingyu said awkwardly.

"Sis, you probably didn't forget to add salt... Did you put all the salt in the scrambled eggs with chives?" Mu Qingrong grimaced.

"Uh... then you can have the soup... it's perfect since there was no salt in it..."

What was supposed to be a warm and happy dinner ended awkwardly.

Mu Qingrong took over the task of washing the dishes. While cleaning, he chatted with Mu Qingrong: "Sister, what dishes can you cook?"

"Stir-fried eggs with chives".

"Anything else?"

"Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs".

"Anything else?"

"Radish and pork rib stew".

"Is there anything else?" Mu Qingrong sensed something was wrong.

"Corn and pork rib stew..."

"..." Mu Qingrong understood. His sister was at odds with the eggs and ribs! He didn't want to ask anymore!

With a sigh, Mu Qingrong said, "I stocked up on some e-books on my tablet a few days ago. I'll look for some cooking books later. I'll do the cooking from now on." Sure enough, his sister can't do without him!

"Oh." Mu Qingyu felt that what she made wasn't that bad... well, it wasn't very good!

Back in the orphanage, meals were always cooked in a communal pot. The older children would just help with things like washing and chopping vegetables, assisting Aunt Mei. The food was rarely stir-fried; it was usually just a mixture of many ingredients cooked together, as long as it was edible.

Later, Mu Qingyu went to school and worked part-time to support herself, either eating at the school cafeteria or at her workplace. She only cooked for herself occasionally.

In the past, she thought her cooking was pretty decent, but... she admits it's really not tasty.

However, she was very pleased with Mu Qingrong's understanding nature. He didn't have a trace of the spoiled attitude of a young master. Not to mention that he had been helping her with everything since they ran away from home, even though he clearly didn't like tonight's dinner, they still finished it both of theirs.

Mu Qingrong said, "The end times are here, we can't afford to waste food anymore, who knows when we'll suddenly run out of food."

"Sister, what about Aunt Mei and the others next door..." Mu Qingrong asked. Mu Qingyu had told him about Aunt Mei and the others' identities. What he was asking now was how to get along with the neighbors in Building 4 next door in the future.

For example, when they go to look for supplies, should they take the neighbors with them? For example, if they find something on their own, should they share it with the neighbors?

Mu Qingyu understood what Mu Qingrong meant. She thought for a moment and said, "Qingrong, I'm not a particularly powerful person. I don't have that much ability. All I can do is prepare everything for them and give them a fortress to live in during the apocalypse."

“What we have in this room, the neighbors basically have too. But I can’t take care of them forever. It would be fine if it were just Aunt Mei alone.” But with two unfamiliar children, she really felt powerless.

"After the apocalypse, everyone will need to rely on their own efforts and abilities to survive. However, it's not that you can definitely survive just because you try your best; the apocalypse is that cruel."

“I can provide them with assistance when necessary, such as if outsiders come to take over the house. As for supplies—it’s not that I’m unwilling to give them; that room full of food, even if they eat it all up, could last them three months. If they eat it sparingly, it might last them six months.”

"In these three to six months, everyone should learn to adapt to the apocalypse and survive in it. If someone cannot adapt to the apocalypse, the only outcome will be elimination... The same applies to the two of us..."

Mu Qingyu made her stance very clear. What she didn't say was that what she feared most was the resentment that comes with excessive kindness, the malice of those she helped.

Besides, she doesn't have the ability to carry four people in the apocalypse. Even if she had enough supplies for ten people to last two lifetimes, so what?

Will the zombies stop eating her just because she has supplies? Will the starving people outside be willing to let them go when they have plenty of supplies? Having space and supplies is just a basic guarantee; no one can be complacent in the apocalypse.

Mu Qingrong nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite. Clearly, he didn't fully comprehend what Mu Qingyu was saying, but he was trying his best to.

It got dark quickly, and although the temperature outside had dropped considerably, it was still just like a normal winter temperature. So Mu Qingyu returned to her room that night.

It wasn't until she was alone that Mu Qingyu vaguely sensed that something was wrong with her body. To be precise, something seemed off about her superpower—she felt that her initial superpower was stronger than in her previous life, but when she went out to fight zombies today, she didn't realize that her superpower had exceeded the initial level.

She tried a few more times in the room, and she did feel energy fluctuations exceeding her original abilities, but her physical powers didn't improve. What was going on?

Could it be because of the existence of the Blood Jade Space?

As Mu Qingyu's thoughts stirred, just as she was about to go back to her spatial dimension, she unexpectedly saw another dimension flash before her eyes.

What is that?

Mu Qingyu focused her mind again and finally saw clearly that this was also a space, about five cubic meters in size, completely different from the Blood Jade Space.

Most importantly, this space originated from her own energy fluctuations—meaning—damn it, in this lifetime, in addition to still having awakened her physical abilities, she also awakened spatial abilities!

A space-based superpower truly belonging to those with supernatural abilities!

Holy crap! Oh no, this is incredible!