Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 100: The Upgrade and the Vanishing Bracelet

Starting from the top floor's Yulasian designer collection. There were couches, dining tables, TV stands, corner cabinets, bookshelves, beds, nightstands, and mattresses.

Mariella swept through the place like a storm, leaving nothing behind wherever she went.

Chandler paused, skeptical. "You have enough room for all this?"

"Plenty. My space is loaded right now. Whatever I like, in it goes. It can take it." She was brimming with confidence.

She'd pre-ordered a thousand pounds of emerald from Denton, and Kieran's upcoming trades would bring in an estimated 340 pounds of gold. Once all of that fed the space, she was looking at another 35,000 cubic feet of expansion.

Her stockpiling couldn't keep pace with how fast the space was growing. No more worrying about capacity.

The entire floor was cleaned out in minutes. They headed down the stairs to the next level: the solid-wood furniture exhibit.

Rare rosewood. Expensive, hard-to-find sandalwood. Beautiful huanghuali. Durable oak, elm, and ash.

Traditional craftsmanship. Hand-carved patterns so intricate they looked like portals to another era.

Mariella didn't blink. Everything she touched went into the space.

Solid wood this good? She wasn't leaving a single piece behind.

Even if the space ran out of room, she could burn these during the extreme cold. Premium firewood.

Two floors of trade-show furniture were cleared. They moved to the next level down.

This floor displayed antique furniture. Tags listed the production era, the original owners, and provenance.

Mariella had zero interest in the tags. She just collected.

When this floor was done, Chandler raised a brow again. "Still not full?"

By his math, three floors of furniture should have maxed out her space long ago.

Mariella checked with her mind, startled at first, then delighted. "It expanded again!"

...

As it turned out, the space didn't just consume gold, silver, emeralds, and gemstones. It also consumed quality wood.

Nearly all the antique furniture had been absorbed. So had the rosewood, sandalwood, and yellow rosewood pieces.

Everything else—oak, elm, ash—was left behind. Plus one rosewood set that hadn't been absorbed.

The two of them went back into the space. Chandler examined the rejected rosewood set and delivered his verdict. "This is oak passed off as rosewood."

A con artist could fool a buyer. The space wasn't so easily tricked.

The space only consumed rare, premium wood—or antique wood that had soaked up enough years to carry a kind of weight.

Ordinary solid wood? It wasn't interested.

Mariella checked the numbers, and her heart started pounding.

The static zone had expanded by 29,000 cubic feet, bringing the total to roughly 95,300 cubic feet. The apartment had gained nearly 1,160 square feet and was now a four-story structure, totaling about 5,090 square feet. The garden had grown by 340 square feet, now about 1,450 square feet. The height had increased to match the four-story building.

The pond was bigger. The soil had upgraded from red earth to black earth, and the crops showed visible changes from last night. Wheat heads were fatter. Corn cobs were filling out. Sweet potato vines were noticeably thicker.

She looked down at her wrist. The emerald bracelet was gone.

Her first thought was that she'd lost it.

She forgot all about the excitement from the expansion joy and immediately reached for her wrist.

Thank God, the bracelet was still there.

She couldn't see it, but she could feel it. She relaxed.

As the space leveled up, the bracelet was gradually turning transparent. It was almost invisible to the naked eye now.

Was it a self-protection mechanism triggered by the upgrade?

...

The furniture showroom trip was a massive haul.

Mariella now had an entire furniture showroom in her back pocket. Every international brand, every style, every material.

The two of them picked their favorites and furnished the entire four-story apartment inside the space.

Once every floor was set up, she had Chandler help her cram all the remaining furniture into the apartment as well. She needed to clear the static zone for other uses.

Mariella pulled out the electronics she'd stockpiled. The space had no signal, but it could play downloaded videos. Variety shows, comedy specials, concert recordings—a whole entertainment library, perfect for mealtime viewing.

This was her personal refuge. Her own private sanctuary.

Well, not entirely private anymore, because there was one other person in on the secret. Chandler.

From the moment she'd met him, her impression of him had been consistently strong. His character, personality, and abilities were all top-tier.

She'd chosen him as a teammate, and she was going to trust him. No more second-guessing.

They left the furniture showroom. Chandler flew the helicopter back toward the hill country to continue hunting the livestock that had swum to higher ground.