Then, she would drink so fresh waterlon juice from the space and savor the grilled at, sausages, and lettuce salad wraps she had previously stored—delicious and satisfying! At that mont, it felt as if life had reached its peak.
Luckily, Jing Shu was always wary of ergencies. So, whenever she had ti, she would make various delicious cooked foods at ho. These included different porridges and soups, spicy crayfish, braised at in sauce, fried steak, braised lion’s head atballs, oil-braised prawns, roast duck, and chicken cutlets—all asured by the cubic ter.
A rough estimate indicated that the various foods occupied hundreds of square ters.
Therefore, her Magic Cube Space currently held every delicacy imaginable, ready to be taken out steaming hot.
After eating, she would indulge in dessert: yogurt with honey beans, taro balls, and various fruits, making a truly delightful fruit salad.
The leftovers were thrown directly into the space to feed the pigs and chickens, wasting nothing.
Oh, it just feels a bit empty, not having fat chicken by my side is definitely sothing I’m not used to. Jing Shu had never been separated from fat chicken over the years, always taking it with her wherever she went. This also provided her a sense of security and lessened her boredom.
This ti, she didn’t know how long she’d be trapped here. Jing Shu wanted to go back soon to make more preparations, as she was about to face a real storm.
Besides, there’s not a single person to talk to. Jing Shu glanced at her watch. It was still early. She tidied up the villa and discreetly set up so... traps, for instance, at the entrances, windows, and surrounding areas. If anyone dared to sneak around, they shouldn’t bla her for the consequences.
Jing Shu was just that kind of person, always lacking a sense of security.
After setting up all the homade traps, Jing Shu laid out the bedding in the master bedroom, preparing to begin her practice with the Magic Cube.
Four hours of relentless Magic Cube practice was a must every day. It was a matter of practice making perfect. Though there were formulas, one could only progress through endless exploration and thousands of instances of muscle mory.
Every ti she leveled up, she would encounter various bizarre events, and these events were always related to the abilities unlocked after upgrading the Magic Cube.
After summarizing, Jing Shu classified these abilities according to their magnitude and importance into the first realm, the second realm, and beyond.
Currently, the Magic Cube’s abilities all belonged to the second realm. If it reached the third realm, Jing Shu guessed it would fully coincide with reality. This would likely an that Magic Cube Space could truly exist in reality. Then, she would truly be invincible and unafraid of the world collapsing.
So, it was peculiar that this ti the Magic Cube seed not to be causing trouble. During these days of Jing Shu’s upgrades, no glitches had occurred. There was no need to get up at four in the morning to practice, nor did she ever forget to practice...
Everything was perfectly normal. The more normal it was, the more uncertain and anxious Jing Shu felt, as if sothing was stuck in her throat.
Therefore, Jing Shu practiced with the Magic Cube even more frequently.
「A few days flew by.」
The more than two thousand people trapped in the New World Building hadn’t encountered any major issues. This was because, at the onset of the event, Jun Jia had organized a full military-style managent, keeping everyone tightly under control.
Of course, various conflicts arose, but with the military as a backdrop, they were generally resolved. People seed to gradually adapt to this way of life.
anwhile, Jing Shu mostly stayed in the villa. She either practiced with the Magic Cube, fed the chickens, cows, and pigs, harvested and stored fresh vegetables, or organized her Magic Cube Space.
Since the building was short on resources, with no electricity or heating, Jing Shu had spent the past few days figuring out how to generate electricity in the space and transfer it to reality.
And she actually managed it. After starting her diesel-powered generator in the Magic Cube Space, she could connect it to reality. The main advantage was that it could be done stealthily, aning she would never fear running out of electricity again.
The disadvantage was that Jing Shu had to be present and couldn’t move beyond the range of her Magic Cube Space. She had to constantly divide her attention; otherwise, the power line would be instantly severed by the space.
Actually, when the Magic Cube Space reached Tier 5, right when the apocalypse began, Jing Shu had tried to transmit electricity from the space to reality. It was unsuccessful at the ti; she couldn’t manage to have things half in the space and half in reality.
Because an item is a whole, it is either in the space or in reality—indivisible. Jing Shu had regretted this for a long ti.
However, when the Magic Cube activated its second space, and space and reality beca semi-integrated, Jing Shu gained this ability. This led her to speculate: if she upgraded to the third realm, where space fully coincided with reality, would that an she, too, could enter the space? By then, if any danger arose, she could hide in the space. And based on her understanding of the space, even if she were inside, she wouldn’t be immobile. She could change locations, drive a car within it, and, using the space as a dium, move in reality...
She was getting carried away with her daydreams.
"Everyone! Please gather imdiately in the plaza hall! We have an important announcent! Repeat..."
Jing Shu was awakened by the loud broadcast announcent. Another eting in the private rooms. She wondered what had happened.
Jing Shu stuffed her mouth with steak, sausage, and fried egg while hurriedly putting on her bulletproof clothing and bulletproof hat. Finally, after drinking a can of soy milk, she donned a mask and rushed to the private room for the eting.
Liu had already grood herself and dressed neatly. She had arranged a blanket in their spot, brought over the small stove from the other day, and was even heating a pot of tea for Jing Shu, waiting respectfully.
"Boss, sit here. Here, I’ve heated the stove for you. Have so tea first. Later, we’ll see what else is available in the cafeteria," Liu said with so concern. There was no more food; the building was running out. The consumption of two thousand people was enormous.
But the boss’s appetite was so small, like a mosquito’s. She only ate a bite or two each ti, and always with a disdainful look. How could she possibly get full on so little?
Jing Shu, her hair a ss like a bird’s nest, sat down. The entire hall was dark, except for a faint light on the stage that allowed Xiao Shuai, the host, to be seen. The rest of the hall was pitch black.
The other people gradually arrived, all shivering with cold.
Jing Shu, wearing gloves, brought her hands close to the stove and exhaled. Ah, that feels good.
"Why does it sll like fried eggs? It slls so fragrant."
"It clearly slls like steak."
"Nonsense, you’re just imagining things."
Liu’s nose twitched. Indeed, there was a aty aroma, seemingly mixed with a hint of soy milk. It slls amazing!
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