Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 237: A Place Next Door

The wooden boat happened to be equipped with a lifting frame, so he had gone into the static zone to get fishing nets and rope. Catching fish had been unbelievably convenient.

Mariella had still been thinking about that last night, but she hadn't expected him to take care of it so early in the morning.

"Do you really have to work this hard?" she said, unable to hold back her laughter. "Sneaking off to do work behind my back. That level of dedication is kind of ridiculous."

Chandler glanced at her and said casually, "You were too tired last night. You needed proper rest."

Mariella lowered her eyes and smiled softly.

Who said sweet talk always had to be dramatic and overflowing with affection? Sometimes an unintentional show of care was enough to make someone feel warm and happy inside.

...

After breakfast, the two of them organized their supplies and decided to take out the more than ten thousand pounds of rice and flour Mariella had stockpiled to trade for gemstones.

After all, the storage space had already planted 12 acres of grain crops, four acres of fruits and vegetables, and another 10 acres were being prepared as rice paddies, all to be planted with rice.

Their food supply could now be produced continuously, so they would never have to worry about grain again.

The five and a half acres of reed marsh had produced 5000 pounds of freshwater fish, while the river crabs and river shrimp together totaled 2000 pounds.

Logically, this freshwater seafood should have been worth more than grain. But if they sold it in bulk, the price would definitely be driven down. It was harder to preserve than grain, and no one could consume that much seafood all at once.

Unless...

Mariella thought of one possibility. Once the brutal temperatures arrived, it wouldn't matter how much seafood they had. There would be no shortage of storage space.

By then, the whole world would become a natural deep freezer, and an ultra-low temperature one at that.

"Let's just trade it at the same price as grain," Mariella said with a helpless shrug. "Once we get more gemstones, we can accelerate another batch of seafood. I'm guessing the long night is coming soon."

When the two of them left the storage space, Mariella did not forget to test the range of her teleportation. It had actually reached 11.8 feet.

That kind of distance gave her a huge advantage in any intense fight. She could appear and disappear without a trace, instantly kill anything in her path, and truly deserved the title of a teleportation ability user.

Mariella stayed excited for quite a while before taking out the RV. She and Chandler went inside to rest for the moment, while she also handled her business.

She turned on her phone to check messages from the outside world.

Inside the storage space, it was as if they had been cut off from the world. No outside signal could be received there.

Sure enough, the moment she turned on her phone, all kinds of messages started popping up.

Kieran was always the most active one. He sent her messages every now and then. Whether she replied or not never affected his enthusiasm for continuing to message her.

"Check out the brand-new look of Celestine Ridge. Every house now matches No. 98's setup. So, surprised? Shocked?"

Attached was an aerial drone photo of Celestine Ridge. Sure enough, every household now had blast-resistant glass covering the tops, high-voltage electric fencing over the roofs, reinforced walls, and heavy iron gates replacing the front entrances.

"The farm's cold-weather infrastructure is almost finished. Experts estimate it can withstand temperatures as low as negative 60 degrees. Our cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, and geese are all in the indoor livestock zone now, with boiler-powered floor heating. Meat, eggs, and milk are still being supplied as usual."

Attached was another drone photo of the farm's indoor breeding area. Sure enough, not only had the indoor livestock section been expanded, but thick insulated plastic greenhouses had also been built for growing vegetables.

"The walls around our residential neighborhood have all been completed too. High-voltage fencing runs along the tops, and all four gates have armed security guards rotating 24 hours a day."

Attached was an aerial photo of the neighborhood walls. They looked as solid as a fortress.

Mariella was very satisfied with Kieran's leadership and efficiency, so she sent him a thumbs-up emoji.

Kieran replied instantly. "Guess which villa Terry picked?"

Mariella found herself a little interested and replied with a question mark.

Even though Mariella usually replied with nothing more than emojis or punctuation marks, and rarely typed extra words, that did nothing to dampen Kieran's enthusiasm for chatting.

He immediately launched into a stream of messages. "Terry picked No. 101. I couldn't stop him. I told him to choose No. 6 or No. 8 in the center of Celestine Ridge, but he insisted on being your neighbor."

Mariella replied at once, "Send me Terry's contact info."

Kieran sent Terry's phone number.

Mariella first saved the number, then immediately called him.

After the call connected, she gave her name, and Terry instantly said with delight, "Mariella, are you still out gathering supplies?"

It turned out Terry had gone to visit No. 98 several times, but Mariella had never been home.

Matthew had received him and explained the situation. Mariella and her teammates had gone out searching for supplies and usually were not home.

"I'll be back in a couple of days," Mariella said. Then she changed the subject and added, "I heard you insisted on becoming my neighbor."