A Bountiful Harvest

Although he could not understand what Shen Mo was saying, the powerful aura that suddenly surged forth still made these little Zombies, who had lost their intelligence, tremble from the depths of their souls. They instinctively wanted to flee. Several of them stumbled and rolled into a heap, then wriggled forward across the floor, their little butts bobbing as they crawled.

Shen Mo smiled as he watched them flee, then lowered his eyes with some regret. So many little ones... If only they were still as fair, soft, sweet-smelling, and squishy as they had been before the apocalypse. He could have kept one as a pet.

Regretfully withdrawing his gaze, Shen Mo made a rough circuit of the area and collected all the clean, usable children's supplies—children's clothes, snacks, formula, and the like.

His Void Ring had not only unlimited space, but could also be divided into different areas with adjusted time flow. He had previously set aside a frozen section specifically for storing food. The snacks, ice cream, and formula he had just collected were all placed there.

What a pity. His soul was damaged, and his Divine Sense was temporarily sealed. Otherwise, anything swept by his Divine Sense could have been transferred directly into his space. Why would he need to scan things by hand? Such a hassle.

Although there were many Zombies in the mall, there were indeed plenty of supplies to match.

However, there was not much useful stuff on this floor. He wondered what the other floors were like.

Shen Mo looked at the half-open elevator, drove out the stupid Zombies inside that kept spinning around and changing direction whenever they bumped into something, then curiously stared at the still-lit elevator buttons and pressed them a few times. Unfortunately, nothing happened.

No response. Could it be stuck?

Shen Mo raised his foot and kicked the half-closed elevator doors. The lights inside flickered, the entire space shook, and then everything finally settled down.

"It must be broken. Forget it, I'll take the stairs!" Shen Mo left the elevator somewhat disappointed and followed the stairwell down to the next floor.

By sheer coincidence, this floor was filled with daily necessities—mugs, toothpaste, toothbrushes, sheets, duvet covers, pots, bowls, ladles, short-sleeved shirts, autumn clothes, winter clothes. There was everything one could want.

Shen Mo swept both hands, and everything vanished, clothes hangers and shelves included.

The Zombies still wandering around this floor stared blankly at the suddenly obstacle-free space. They stood there stupidly, unable to process what had happened, while several that could not stop in time foolishly crashed into one another.

A moment later, the entire floor became lively again with one "Awoo!" after another. Shen Mo rubbed his ears, irritated by the noise, but did not deal with the Zombies. It was not that he lacked the ability; he simply felt there was no need.

In any case, he had already taken everything useful here. These idiots who had yet to evolve Crystal Cores could be left for the nuclear bomb fate had destined for them.

Shen Mo looked at the mall layout map he had just obtained, then turned and headed down to the next supermarket level. The floor below happened to be the food section.

Seeing the dazzling array of food before him, Shen Mo's eyes instantly lit up. Haha, he had finally arrived in his favorite domain!

Excitedly, he reached toward the shelves. The drinks had not even expired yet. He opened a bottle. "Gulp... gulp. Wow, this is good!"

Take it all, take it all.

Instant noodles. Not really suitable for cooking right now, so he would store them first.

Potato chips. He tore open a bag. "Crunch... crunch. Delicious, delicious!" Store them.

Spicy strips. He opened a pack and took a huge bite. The next second, Shen Mo's nose turned red from the heat. "Hiss... ha... so... so spicy! But... so good!" Store them, store them.

As he went along, Shen Mo guzzled drinks, then turned around and chewed spicy strips with hisses and gasps, occasionally tossing a bag of chips into his mouth for a crunchy bite.

He looked here and there, ate a little of this and sampled a little of that. Before long, he had swept an entire floor of snacks clean.

"This world is so interesting, and these snacks are so delicious. What a pity I won't be able to eat them later." Shen Mo poured the last bite of rice crackers from the packet into his mouth, then reluctantly tossed the bag onto the floor.

He sincerely hoped this apocalypse would end soon. Unfortunately, it had only just begun, and he still had a long time to endure.

He could only stockpile as much as possible while he still could.

Because the supermarket had lost power, the vegetables and meat had long since spoiled, giving off the rotten stench of decay.

Shen Mo patted the snack crumbs from his hands and collected the bagged rice, flour, grain, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and such. It looked like a lot, but in reality, it was not much—not even enough to feed a large base for a day.

"Looks like I still need to find the warehouse." Shen Mo studied the map in his hand, then looked around at the empty surroundings and guessed where the warehouse might be before walking in one direction.

After the familiar violent door-breaking process, Shen Mo looked with satisfaction at the warehouse packed to the brim and unceremoniously stored it away.

Not only that, he found a cold storage room deep within the warehouse. The warehouse had a backup power supply, so the cold storage had not lost electricity yet.

Looking at the cold storage packed full of meat and vegetables, Shen Mo was in a very good mood. With a wave of his little hand, he took it all.