Clothing Is Very Important

Shen Mo held a small milk pastry in his mouth, biting down on it.

Although he had the memories of the original owner, he didn't have much of a concept of such food, only finding that they all looked quite tempting.

Especially after he tasted them, his eyes lit up instantly, and after trying them one by one, he found that he liked all of them. From then on, as long as he saw food, Shen Mo accepted everything indiscriminately no matter what it was.

Store! Store! Store!

Even the baby formula, diapers, toilet paper, and menstrual pads in the baby store didn't escape him.

His sister could make use of these things, and his sister might even give birth to little brats in the future.

He liked little brats the most, and by then he could even kidnap them to play with.

He wouldn't play for free; he could trade supplies for them. After all, the little brats in the future would have a hard time surviving, either lacking supplies, falling ill, or being directly abandoned by their parents or harmed by evildoers.

This also led to the extremely slow growth of the human population in the later stages, and if not for the top-down mandatory regulations, humanity might have come one big step closer to extinction.

However, things should be fine for now; it was currently the first month of the apocalypse, and it hadn't descended into the kind of chaos where people ate each other.

Though thinking about it, that was coming soon.

In the plot, after the full-scale outbreak of zombies, there would first be scorching high temperatures for over a month, immediately followed by the entry into the Cold Wave.

It would be extremely cold then, and many people would freeze to death while sleeping.

This Cold Wave was like a sickle, directly slashing the number of surviving humans down to 20%, and out of this 20%, 15% belonged to Dawn Base and Daybreak City.

The plot didn't describe other countries in detail, but those in his country who didn't manage to get to the bases were either frozen to death or beaten to death by mobs of zombies.

So, shouldn't he go out and gather more clothes now?

Although he had already collected quite a few from many brand-name stores just now, not every size was something he could wear.

Seeing the clothes he had borrowed from others on his body, Shen Mo nodded deeply: Regardless of anything else, clothes are a must. I must get more clothes, preferably the kind where I can change into a new set every day.

Shen Mo calculated quietly in his heart, and then swept away all the clothes in the surrounding brand-name stores.

He picked out all the sizes he could wear separately, and changed into a new set in the fitting room along the way.

As for how to explain it if he was discovered by the male and female protagonists? He would just say he brought them from before; someone should believe that, right?

Shen Mo was unwilling to think that much about it. In the apocalypse, who would still care about these things?

After finishing collecting from these small street shops, he set his sights on several large supermarkets nearby.

Why didn't he go to the supermarkets first?

That was naturally because large supermarkets and malls had more people, so there should be a lot of zombies turned from them. Although he had cultivation techniques to conceal his presence, wandering among so many zombies and running into survivors would be a very troublesome matter.

That's right, although there were so many zombies here now and no ability teams had come deep into the city to gather supplies, there were still some original survivors in the city who hadn't managed to escape.

Shen Mo had sensed the presence of living people in several directions while gathering supplies just then; they should be lower-and-middle-class ordinary people with blocked information and no special channels. They were probably survivors who hadn't managed to run away in time, or survivors holding onto wishful thinking and hiding here because they had gathered enough supplies.

Shen Mo didn't want to meddle in other people's business. He was certainly not a holy mother, with nothing better to do than invite trouble for himself, so he also hid from other people's sight while gathering supplies.

It wasn't that he was heartless, because the state would handle these matters properly. In the plot, there would be a final city-wide search and rescue announcement after a while. Due to population numbers, survivors in the city would be organized to assemble and meet up with the rescue teams at that time. If anyone was afraid of death and still hid at home holding onto wishful thinking, they could only respect their own fate.

To avoid attracting attention, Shen Mo didn't take the ordinary path and chose to go up onto the rooftops.

While perfectly avoiding the crowds, this also saved him from using the Mo Blade to speed, missing some useful supplies.

After all, keeping a low profile was always good; practitioners didn't seem to exist in this world, so he didn't want to draw the attention of the Heavenly Dao.

As long as no one saw his abnormal behavior, it wouldn't count as OOC.

Shen Mo lightly jumped and climbed, getting up onto the roof of the adjacent building in two or three moves, and then began scaling the rooftops.

His slender figure leaped flexibly between the rooftops. After reaching the target building, Shen Mo gave a light jump and leaped inward through a small window like a nimble cat.

Judging by normal building heights, this foothold should be the fourth or fifth floor of the supermarket.

The spots where he entered from the window were all children's toy areas, along with a few dazed and cute little zombies.

Probably only this Demon Realm overlord would find those purplish-faced zombies dazed and cute.

Hearing the commotion, those little zombies all swarmed toward this direction, and a few even stepped forward, constantly baring their claws and brandishing their paws at Shen Mo.

Shen Mo pinched his nose and patted their little heads: Be good, I don't want to chop off your cute little heads. Go play off to the side!