Suzy distinctly remembered that there had never been a wooden cabin inside Wendy Kale's dimension.
Wendy's space had resembled a hidden paradise pulled straight from a landscape painting—towering mountains, flowing streams, and scenery so beautiful it hardly seemed real.
Before she realized it, Suzy had already crossed the room and pushed the cabin door open.
The sight beyond it stopped her cold.
A vast stretch of emerald grassland spread before her eyes. Mountains rose sharply in the distance, while a crystal-clear stream wound quietly through the valley with a soothing murmur.
It looked almost exactly like Wendy's space in the novel—mountains and running water, just the same.
Only… this place was far smaller.
The entire dimension was barely half the size of a soccer field, and beyond its borders, everything disappeared into dense white mist.
A waterfall poured down from the mountainside, feeding the stream that curved past the cabin less than ten meters away.
Following the water upstream, Suzy soon discovered a small spring pool veiled in faint drifting mist.
The water was so clear she could see the bottom at a glance, and a light, refreshing fragrance lingered in the air around it.
A spiritual spring.
Wendy's space had possessed one too.
In the apocalypse, a spiritual spring was practically a divine survival cheat. It could strengthen the body, heal injuries, cure illnesses, and restore vitality.
In the original story, much of Wendy Kale's charm—and the reason the five powerful male leads became devoted to her—stemmed from the transformation brought about by the spring's constant nourishment.
This spring, however, was noticeably smaller. Its source was limited, and the amount of collected water was minimal.
Suzy crouched beside it, scooped up a handful of water, and cautiously took a sip.
Sweet. Pure. Cool against her tongue.
The instant it slid down her throat, a wave of refreshing clarity swept through her body. Her mind felt lighter, sharper, and even the suffocating tightness in her chest eased considerably.
Suzy's eyes brightened.
She immediately drank the rest, then left the space feeling deeply satisfied.
The moment she returned to her bedroom, the gold bracelet had vanished.
In its place was a tiny crimson mark on her wrist.
The space was real. Which meant the dream had been real too. She was now a transmigrator with the knowledge of her own future.
Suzy slowly tightened her fists.
No matter what happened, she would never allow the future from that dream to come true.
Once a space recognized its owner, it could never be stolen by anyone else.
At the same time, a stream of information suddenly surfaced in her mind.
First: she could remain inside the space for only one hour per day. Once the limit was reached, she would be forcibly expelled.
Second: the space could evolve. Upgrading it would extend the amount of time she could stay inside and unlock additional abilities.
…
For now, Suzy pushed those thoughts aside.
Her gaze dropped to the jewelry box sitting nearby.
With a single thought, every piece of jewelry inside vanished instantly.
She experimented several more times, repeatedly storing and retrieving the items.
Smooth. Seamless. Effortless.
Only then did the reality truly sink in—
This dimension belonged entirely to her.
Excitement surged through Suzy, leaving her far too awake to sleep.
With this space, she finally possessed a powerful advantage for surviving the apocalypse.
She swept every valuable item from the walk-in closet into the dimension with a wave of her hand, then sat down at her desk and pulled out paper, a pen, and her phone to organize her plans.
Now that storage was no longer an issue, she could begin preparing properly.
The space also had preservation properties—food stored inside wouldn't spoil.
Its only limitation was its current level; for now, it couldn't sustain living creatures.
There were still three months left before the apocalypse began.
She still had time.
Suzy lowered her pen and wrote two bold words on the page:
Stockpile Supplies.
After a brief pause, she added another line:
Safe House.
Finally, she wrote:
Upgrade the Space.
These were her immediate priorities.
Gather supplies. Build a secure shelter. Strengthen the space.
She carefully drafted a procurement list while forcing herself to recall every detail of the first disaster from her dream.
Extreme heat.
The apocalypse would begin with a devastating heatwave that lasted two full months.
After that would come relentless floods… and then a brutal period of extreme cold.
Suzy inhaled deeply.
Cooling equipment. Winter gear. Emergency medicine. Power supplies. She would need all of it.
And building a safe house would require an enormous amount of money.
Fortunately, money was the one thing she didn't lack.
She unlocked her phone to check her finances, only for several unread messages to immediately appear on the screen—
[Suzy, come over early tomorrow. Don't forget to print the property transfer agreement.]
[And remember to bring the gold bracelet your sister wanted. Her birthday is coming up, so at least show some sincerity as her younger sister.]
[Did you order the sports car Tommy asked for yet? I heard the reservations are limited. Make sure you secure one quickly.]