Ice Age Apocalypse, I have stockpiled billions worth of supplies

Pain, unbearable pain! An excruciating agony engulfed Zhang Yi's entire body. This wasn't just a feeling—it was a harsh reality happening to him. At this moment, he was being greedily torn apart by the very friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. In this post-apocalyptic world where resources were scarce, they didn't hesitate to raise their blades against him, ignoring all the help Zhang Yi had given them. In his final moments, he faintly saw his goddess, Fang Yuqing, standing at the back of the crowd, looking pitiful as she shouted, "It was me who made him open the door, so you better leave me a rib to make soup!" It was this woman who had tricked Zhang Yi into opening the door, leading to his demise. Zhang Yi looked at her, his eyes filled with hatred and regret. He could only blame himself for being too foolish and kind, which ultimately led him to become someone else's prey in this cruel world. How he wished he could start all over again. If given another chance, he wouldn't be soft-hearted towards anyone. He would live only for himself. Soon, Zhang Yi's vision went dark, and he lost consciousness. But in the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the couch. The hellish scene he had just experienced, the terrifying pain, was still vivid in his mind. Zhang Yi gasped for breath, his body quickly drenched in sweat. "What's going on? Wasn't I just killed by those savage neighbors?" After regaining his composure, Zhang Yi began to take in his surroundings. This place was familiar—it was his own house. The comfortable temperature in the air made him feel oddly surprised. Because in December 2050 of the Western calendar, Blue Star was affected by a supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away, ushering in a global "Cambrian Storm." Global temperatures plummeted. In Tianhai City, where Zhang Yi lived, daily temperatures dropped to minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius. A month-long blizzard buried the entire city. It was said that in the northern region of China, temperatures even reached a terrifying minus one hundred degrees, with the land completely buried in ice and snow. Massive extinctions of various species occurred, and even 95% of humanity perished in this disaster. Zhang Yi stood up, took a bottle of water from the fridge, and gulped down more than half of it. Though the refrigerated water was cold, to him, it tasted like nectar and ambrosia. In the apocalypse, the only way to obtain water was to go outside, braving the extreme cold of minus sixty or seventy degrees, and melt snow to drink. Such a task could easily result in freezing to death. After drinking the water, Zhang Yi glanced at his phone. The screen displayed the date: "November 12." There was still exactly one month before the apocalypse. "Looks like I've been reborn." Zhang Yi took a deep breath, quickly realizing what had happened. The events of that month couldn't have been a dream, especially the pain of being dismembered—it was too real. As he raised his head, Zhang Yi felt immense relief at having survived. At the same time, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He remembered every detail of the people who had caused his death. This time, he would live well and show no mercy to those beasts. But soon, Zhang Yi began to think about how to prepare for the impending apocalypse. His parents had passed away years ago, leaving him with a 120-square-meter house in Tianhai City. He also had over 2 million in savings, which, in normal times, seemed quite comfortable. However, when the apocalypse arrived, there would be a global shortage of resources. The little money he had wouldn't last long. After all, to survive alone, he would need a vast amount of supplies. Zhang Yi didn't just want to live—he wanted to live with a certain quality of life. He needed to balance both survival and mental well-being. Otherwise, over time, he would surely break down. Just then, a streak of white light suddenly appeared before Zhang Yi's eyes. Thinking his vision was playing tricks on him, he rubbed his eyes. At that moment, a strange thought popped into his mind. It seemed that the white light was a part of him, and information about it appeared in his brain. With a thought, Zhang Yi's consciousness entered the white light. Inside, he found a vast, endless space of pure white. He couldn't tell how large the area was—it was just a huge blank space. "Is this… a separate dimension?" "Looks like I've gained some special abilities after being reborn." Zhang Yi's heart filled with joy. It seemed the gamma rays had given him extraordinary powers. With this massive space, storing supplies for the apocalypse would be much easier. However, Zhang Yi wanted to know how much this space could hold and whether there were any limitations on the items he could store. He quickly returned to his room and began trying to put household items into the space. He started with smaller things like cups and basins, easily placing them inside. Then he tried putting in larger appliances. TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, computers, air conditioners, vacuum cleaners. The white space accepted everything without resistance. And with just a thought, Zhang Yi could retrieve anything from the space. He was overjoyed. "With this huge space, I can store an endless amount of resources!" He licked his lips, formulating a bold plan in his mind. Zhang Yi worked as a supervisor at Walmart's warehouse in the South China region. Walmart, the world's largest supermarket, had everything imaginable in stock. It had three massive warehouses in China: one in Central China, one in South China, and one in North China. The supplies in each warehouse could support millions of people in several cities for a week. In other words, if Zhang Yi could empty out an entire warehouse and store its contents in his space… He wouldn't just have enough supplies to last a lifetime—he'd have enough for ten lifetimes! And most importantly, Walmart's warehouses didn't stock low-quality goods. Whether it was food, household items, or luxury goods, everything was top-notch. The quality was guaranteed. If Zhang Yi could empty out one of Walmart's warehouses, he could live like a king, even in the apocalypse! As the warehouse supervisor, Zhang Yi was extremely familiar with the layout of every shelf, the surveillance equipment, and the staff schedules. Emptying the warehouse wouldn't be a difficult task for him. With this plan in mind, Zhang Yi felt much more at ease. "Grrr~" Just then, his stomach growled in protest. Zhang Yi touched his stomach and glanced at the takeout on the table. Without hesitation, he grabbed the takeout and tossed it into the trash. "In a month, the apocalypse will be here. I need to enjoy the good food while I can, or I won't get another chance." Why hold onto money? Once the apocalypse arrives, money will be worthless paper. It's better to spend it all now so it doesn't go to waste. Zhang Yi casually turned around, ready to find a Michelin three-star restaurant and treat himself to a lavish meal.