Is the Apocalypse Really Happening?
After receiving a text message from her editor, the simple-minded Zhu Anfu believed it completely, and began frantically stockpiling supplies, searching for space with every resource she had… Eventually, she found the space she needed… Yet, just as she truly convinced herself that the apocalypse would never come, it suddenly arrived without warning. Now, how will this fool survive in a world turned upside down? Note: I rarely revise my chapters. Usually, once I finish writing, I publish them right away. As for editing, I don’t know how other authors handle it, but I personally don’t want to create the illusion of an update just because I fixed some earlier chapters. I’d rather not have readers click in with excitement, only to discover it was just a revision, not new content. As for typos, I’m certain I’m not the only one who makes them. To those who leave negative ratings simply because of a typo or a missing word, let me ask you: if you wrote a story, would you never make a single mistake? And also, what does “sha duo su” even mean? Sorry, I didn’t graduate elementary school, so I don’t get it. P.S. If the story truly has any serious flaws, feel free to give it a low rating—I can accept that. But for typos, please don’t hide behind an alias just to leave a bad review; it’s really not worth it. This story will go premium on January 29th, with three chapters released on launch day! I won’t talk about piracy and those other things—after all, if I say not to steal, will anyone listen? I only ask: please don’t release content simultaneously. If you’re two chapters behind me, that’s good enough. Thank you so much~ Please support me!! ^.^!!
Is the Apocalypse Really Happening?
1. Editor’s Message
November 30, 20XX
Editor Jin She: As your editor, I offer you this friendly reminder: if the apocalypse truly descends, you must use your own blood to test everything around you. Perhaps among them, you’ll find a portable space to unlock your golden finger. Remember this well!
Carrying a bag of snacks on his way home, Anfu Zhu read the message, completely ignoring the word “if.” He stopped, spun around, and dashed toward the nearest bank at top speed, not caring about the cross-bank withdrawal fee ranging from two to five yuan. He withdrew cash, then headed straight to the wholesale market to stock up: ten bags each of rice and flour, a case each of oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, five bags of assorted grains, leaving his home address for delivery. Delivery? The shopkeepers wouldn’t dare refuse—Anfu Zhu was no fool; he only paid half up front. What shop would risk not sending the goods? They actually mistook him for a restaurant owner and were eager to win a long-term customer.
Once he’d finished the groceries, he moved on to the next section, sweeping up pickles, sausages, snacks—he bought everything in abundance. Too much stuff? He stored it at the shop, then went upstairs to the third floor to buy nuts. He loved nuts, believing they improved brain function, and as a long-term computer user, he always kept some on hand—but he wasn’t foolish enough to treat them as meals. He bought nuts by the bag, and since he was a regular, the store offered to deliver them straight home.
On his way downstairs, he spotted instant noo
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