Apocalypse: Soul-Transmigrated Old Man Awakens Goddess Sign-In System

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"Just move that stuff in here."

Zheng Bo's voice came from the main entrance of the warehouse.

"Alright, boss!"

Soon, Zhao Yan heard the sound of things being placed. Zhao Yan carefully peeked out from behind the pile of sundries and saw Zheng Bo standing at the warehouse entrance. Several workers were moving large cardboard boxes into the warehouse.

"Say, isn't this boss a bit strange? He ordered three hundred tables of banquet food, and he's storing it in this warehouse."

"Who's arguing? Even if they're in special food containers, they won't last long."

"Never mind that, let's just get to work."

The workers discussed in low voices. Before long, all five box trucks had finished unloading their cargo.

While the delivery workers were signing off with Zhao Yan outside the warehouse, Zhao Yan quickly darted out from behind the pile of sundries. Zhao Yan swiftly placed his hand on a cardboard box, preparing to move the box in front of him into his storage space.

At this moment, the System's voice chimed:

[Host, do you want to collect everything, or just the contents inside the boxes?]

"It can do that too?" Zhao Yan's heart leaped with joy.

"Just collect the contents inside the boxes."

Since these cardboard boxes were piled together, in just an instant, Zhao Yan had collected all the food containers from inside all the cardboard boxes into his storage space. Then, Zhao Yan turned and quickly left through the small back door of the warehouse.

Meanwhile, Zheng Bo, standing at the warehouse entrance, was watching the three delivery trucks drive away. After the three trucks left, Zheng Bo looked around for a bit, then quickly walked into the warehouse. After closing the warehouse door, Zheng Bo peered through the door crack for a while to ensure no one was around. Once he was sure, Zheng Bo walked to the stacked cardboard boxes and placed his hand on them. As Zheng Bo continuously touched the cardboard boxes, in a short while, the large pile of cardboard boxes that had been stacked in the warehouse were all collected into Zheng Bo's own space.

Having done all this, Zheng Bo breathed a sigh of relief. Since his own home was still undergoing shelter renovation, Zheng Bo had taken up residence in a nearby hotel in the complex.

Returning to his hotel room, Zheng Bo excitedly took out a cardboard box, ready to sample the dishes delivered by the hotel. As Zheng Bo held the cardboard box, his face turned grim because the box was very light. Too light, as if it contained nothing. Zheng Bo quickly opened the cardboard box and found it was empty.

"What's going on?"

Zheng Bo quickly took out another cardboard box and opened it.

Still empty.

He took out another one, and it was also empty. He took out more than a dozen cardboard boxes in a row, and without exception, they were all empty. Finally, Zheng Bo, in a frenzy, took out all the boxes.

All of them were empty!

Looking at the flattened cardboard boxes piled up in the hotel room, Zheng Bo's face became extremely ugly. This three-hundred-table banquet had cost him seven or eight hundred thousand yuan. Why were all the contents of the boxes gone? Could there be a problem with his space?

Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out on Zheng Bo's forehead. If there was a problem with his space, how would he survive the impending extreme cold apocalypse?

Zheng Bo quickly picked up a pillow from the hotel bed and stored it in his space. Then he took it out again; the pillow was intact, no problems whatsoever.

Could it be that it couldn't store food? Zheng Bo then picked up an apple from the table and stored it in his space. After waiting a while, he took it out again; the apple was fine, as good as new.

At this moment, Zheng Bo thought of a problem. When the delivery was made earlier, Zheng Bo hadn't inspected the cardboard boxes. Could it be that the hotel took his money but didn't actually prepare the food? Did they just send empty boxes to fool him?

"Damn it, that must be it! These greedy merchants!"

Thinking of this, Zheng Bo quickly pulled out his phone and dialed the hotel manager's number. The call connected, and the hotel manager's fawning voice came from the other end: "Mr. Zheng, did you receive the goods? Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied my ass! You sent a bunch of empty cardboard boxes to fool me!" Zheng Bo roared furiously.

Zheng Bo's sudden outburst surprised the hotel manager. However, he understood what Zheng Bo was implying. This guy was trying to renege on the payment.

"Mr. Zheng, our hotel conducts business honestly and never fools customers. Don't make such clumsy excuses. Tomorrow, I'll bring people over to collect the remaining balance. You'd best have the money ready in advance."

"Ready my ass! You fooled me and still want money? Hurry up and refund my deposit!" Zheng Bo shouted, unwilling to back down.

"Heh, Mr. Zheng, I've seen many people like you. We'll see each other tomorrow!" The hotel manager said coldly before hanging up the phone.

After the hotel manager hung up, Zheng Bo realized he had been a bit impulsive. Even if others blackmailed him for his deposit, there was nothing he could do. After all, those who could run such a high-end hotel were not ordinary people. Thinking of this, Zheng Bo couldn't help but shiver. He wasn't particularly brave to begin with, and the threat in the hotel manager's words made him feel somewhat afraid.

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Meanwhile, back at his apartment, Zhao Yan happily took out a few food containers. Opening them, he saw a feast: large lobsters, wagyu steaks, king crab, abalone, sea cucumber—everything imaginable.

"This guy, he's really rich. But now it's all for me."

Zhao Yan looked at the food in the containers on the table and began to devour it. After eating, Zhao Yan suddenly thought of a question.

"System, will food spoil if it's stored in the storage space?"

[Rest assured, Host. Time is suspended within the System Shop's storage space. Any item placed inside will remain in the exact state it was in at the moment of entry.] [Friendly reminder: Live creatures cannot be stored in the storage space.]

Receiving the System's answer, Zhao Yan relaxed.

After resting at home for a while, Zhao Yan went out and strolled around the complex and its surroundings. Strolling wasn't the goal; finding collectible Goddesses was what Zhao Yan cared about. He wasn't sure if his luck was bad, or if there were simply too few high-score females recognized by the System. Zhao Yan strolled until dark without finding any potential targets for collection.

Returning home, Zhao Yan originally wanted to go find Lin Qing'er to discuss fitness tips again. He knocked on her door for a long time, but no one answered. Zhao Yan had no choice but to call Lin Qing'er. Only after getting through did Zhao Yan learn that Lin Qing'er's father was ill, and she had gone home to visit him. After chatting briefly with Lin Qing'er and reminding her to be safe and come back soon, Zhao Yan hung up the phone.

Lin Qing'er's home was in Lichuan City, next to Dawu City. This made Zhao Yan worry, fearing that Lin Qing'er wouldn't make it back before the extreme cold apocalypse arrived. Although a successfully collected Goddess would not affect his daily sign-in points even if she wasn't by his side, if these Goddesses died, his sign-in points would decrease accordingly. In the extreme cold apocalypse, people's chances of survival would become very low. Without a warm and safe shelter, the probability of death was too great. Zhao Yan still hoped that Lin Qing'er would return before the extreme cold apocalypse descended.