38 Results in the "Ice Age Apocalypse: I Stockpiled 10 Billion Supplies" category
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My Third Reich (85)
News (1)
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Primordial Beginning (85)
Quick Transmigration: The Host Lives to Fulfill "True Love" (1)
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Ten Thousand Void Heaven Cauldron (189)
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Yuxian (71)
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Three days after the doomsday, the real show finally began. Zhang Yi had been waiting all night. He knew what today would bring and stayed up to watch the drama unfold. It was simple and inevitable. The entire Yuelu Community suddenly lost power. Not long after, the power failure triggered a chain reaction: the water company couldn't keep pumping, the supply system failed, and every household lost water. None of this surprised Zhang. At the start of the catastrophe, no one could predict how…-
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Zhang Yi feigned confusion, saying, "What's wrong? I didn't do anything bad!" Lin Caining said, "Are you stupid? The whole city's sealed off by snow now, and we've almost run out of food at home. If you send over some nice food right now, isn't this the perfect time to show your loyalty to Yuqing? If I were you, I'd send all the good stuff—steak, lobster, whatever you've got! Once Yuqing is moved, won't your chance come?" Zhang Yi looked at Lin Caining's message and could already picture that…
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In the owner group, Aunt Lin was still chattering incessantly."Did everyone see the news? Our country is capable and will handle this snow disaster perfectly!""Don't be nervous, all problems will be resolved easily.""By the way, if anyone needs supplies at home, those who can help should do so. This snow disaster will pass soon, so there's no need to hoard supplies." However, few responded. After two days with no sign of the snow disaster ending, people were starting to worry. Fang Yuqing sent…
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Can you imagine what it feels like to be drenched in ice-cold water at minus seventy degrees?Zhang Yi grabbed a thick water hose and sprayed it straight at the thugs outside his door. The temperature difference between indoors and outdoors was about a hundred degrees Celsius. When the water flowed out, it was still warm and steaming—but the instant it hit those men, it froze solid! The shock was brutal. They were dressed in down jackets and sweaters, but once the freezing water soaked through, it felt…
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Chen Zhenghao finally felt fear. He grabbed his phone and dialed 120, but the line gave him the same mocking busy tone. Two minutes, three—nothing. His chest tightened. Outside was a frozen grave; many hospitals had shut down. Even if one remained open, no ambulance could claw through the snow mountains to reach him. He stared at his leg and decided—if no help would come, he'd have to help himself. He staggered back to his apartment, hands slick with cold and panic. He rummaged drawers for a…
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The call connected and a flood of curses came down the line like a thunderclap. "You're courting death, kid. Who gave you the right to mention me?" Chen Zhenghao barked. "You want trouble? I'll make sure you can't set foot in this city again." Chen's voice was all menace and grease—threat as ritual. Word of him had always bent the block's spine: gangs, blunt force, rumors no one dared check. Mention his name and people went quiet. Zhang Yi smiled into the empty room and let the insult land. He'd…
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Zhang Yi was bored. The chat was a theater; he decided to be the playwright. Aunt Lin barked orders again. Zhang rolled his eyes and typed: "Aunt Lin, if this is really for everyone, why didn't you tag the people who can actually move snow? Where's Chen Zhenghao of 601? Where's Xu Hao of 802?" He named them bluntly. No flourish. No mercy. Chen Zhenghao—Brother Hao—was the sort of name that made people look down the hall. Everyone knew him: broad shoulders, broader reputation, the man who'd…
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Zhang Yi yawned and lounged deeper into the couch. Outside, the block fought the cold; inside, his thermostat smiled back. His safe room held a perfect twenty degrees, endless fuel, and a silence that smelled like privilege. The world could freeze; he'd booked himself a sunset. No good shows on TV. Live streams were dead—ice had killed the bandwidth and the dancers who once flung themselves into cameras for likes. If any streamer tried to dance in −70°C in a camisole, Zhang would only give a slow,…
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Polished — Chapter 15
Fang Yuqing trembled under two quilts in her rented apartment. The AC was cranked to its highest setting, but the room barely nudged above freezing. Every breath tasted of cold; every limb felt like a block of ice. Then her phone buzzed: Zhang's photo. She stared. He sat in thin pajamas, a thick steak steaming on his plate, a glass of red wine in hand. They lived in the same building — how could they be in two different worlds? The steak looked like top-tier wagyu; the bottle like something from a…-
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The Ice Age arrived like a verdict.Tianhai — supposed to be warm, a southern city — disappeared under feather snow. Streets vanished, cars looked like tombs. On the phone, group chats oscillated between giddy selfies and panicked texts. No one understood this wasn't a freak storm. This was the end stretching its fingers. Zhang Yi stretched on the sofa. Twenty degrees Celsius. An iced Budweiser sweating beads in his palm. The heater hummed. Outside, the world froze; inside, he kept his throne. He…
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