Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 60: Windfall

Harvey was in a terrible mood, so he called home and told them to send the family doctor to the hospital to treat Jennifer's injuries.

But the reply he got was, "Dr. Lester has already submitted his resignation. We haven't found a new family doctor yet."

Harvey tried contacting Matthew, but he couldn't reach him at all.

After three straight days of torrential rain and typhoons, Liraelith had been hit hard. Many people had lost their lives in this disaster.

Losing contact with someone at a time like this was nothing unusual.

Still, Harvey felt like trouble was piling up one after another. His right eyelid kept twitching.

Restless and uneasy, he couldn't shake the bad feeling, so he decided to personally return to the company building.

That was where he had stashed large amounts of gold, cash, and firearms. It was time to put them to use.

...

Mariella slept soundly through the night.

After a full night's rest, she tasted the breakfast the bodyguards had made and praised their clearly improved cooking skills.

With their boss's approval and encouragement, the bodyguards felt even more confident.

Turns out they weren't just bodyguards. They could double as chefs too.

One more survival skill meant one more layer of security in a collapsing world.

Mariella brought out the nutrient solution and taught them techniques for growing vegetables through hydroponics, along with how to cultivate bean sprouts.

The bodyguards were dumbfounded.

We just learned how to cook, and now we're supposed to learn farming too?

Looks like the boss is training us from every angle. If anything, it means she values us. We have to take it seriously.

While the team stayed busy, Mariella went upstairs.

She entered her living room, closed the door, and stepped into the storage space.

Last night had been too rushed and exhausting. She hadn't had time to properly check everything she'd collected.

Now it was time to go through her haul.

Mariella started by organizing the auto parts she'd gathered. She picked out a Michelin tire and used a jack to replace the blown tire on the black SUV.

Even though she'd taken several decent cars from the repair shop last night, those had all been submerged and didn't have keys.

Only the SUV she'd seized from the assassin had keys. As for the others, she'd have to find a way to get new ones made.

After four years in the apocalypse, she'd picked up all kinds of survival skills. Swapping out a tire like this was nothing.

After changing the tire, she washed her hands and made herself a rich, fragrant latte to wake up.

Once she finished her coffee, she went to inspect the five tanker trucks she'd collected.

And damn, what a surprise.

Three of the trucks were labeled "diesel," each with a capacity of 20 tons, for a total of 60 tons.

Two were labeled "gasoline," each with a capacity of 15 tons, totaling 30 tons.

Just like that, she had 60 tons of diesel and 30 tons of gasoline. Enough to last her small team of over ten people for decades.

Mariella was delighted for quite a while, then moved on to sorting the weapons and ammunition she'd taken from the private vault.

When she saw the five large safes, she grabbed a crowbar and forced them open.

The safes let out sharp alarm sounds, but that didn't stop her from prying them apart.

Inside, they were completely empty. The gold inside had likely already been absorbed into the storage space.

She pried open another. Also empty.

She opened all five. Only the last one held bundles of cash.

Each bundle was 10,000 dollars. She counted them. There were 1,000 bundles. A full 10,000,000.

Before the apocalypse, that could've bought a massive amount of supplies. Now, it would only keep losing value.

Mariella wasn't particularly interested in cash, so she got up and went to check the crops in the garden.

The three chili plants, three cucumber vines, three garlic clusters, and three tomato seedlings she'd planted had all produced abundant harvests.

It hadn't even been a week since planting. The soil here clearly wasn't like the real world. It was something else entirely.

Mariella harvested about a pound of chili peppers, five pounds of cucumbers, dozens of purple garlic bulbs, and ten pounds of tomatoes, storing everything in the frozen storage space to keep it fresh.

The stems withered instantly and sank back into the soil, turning into fertilizer.

She took out grain seeds and planted 100 square feet of wheat and 100 square feet of corn.

Feeling a bit tired, she paused to rest, casually grabbing a chocolate-coated ice cream bar.

After finishing it, she planted 100 square feet of sweet potatoes.

Checking the time, nearly an hour had passed. She picked up the pace and planted three pumpkin seedlings, three spinach plants, and three blueberry bushes.

Exactly one hour had passed. She winced slightly and quickly stepped out of the storage space.

Ever since the storage space was upgraded, the three hours per day could accumulate. By now, she had saved up over thirty hours.

She had used less than two hours in total, leaving her with about 30 hours remaining.

If something urgent happened and she needed to hide, she could stay inside the storage space for a full day and a half.