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

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After leaving the complex, Zhao Yan found a public phone. He then fished out a piece of paper from his pocket with a string of phone numbers on it. This was the external customer service number for the warehouse center where Zheng Bo worked. The call was quickly answered.

"Hello sir, this is the Dawu City Warehouse Center, how may I help you?" The sweet voice of a female customer service representative came through the phone.

"Tonight, someone will try to steal supplies from your warehouse center. You need to be more vigilant," Zhao Yan said quickly, in a low voice. After speaking, Zhao Yan immediately hung up. Whether the other party believed him or not was no longer his concern.

When Zhao Yan learned that Zheng Bo worked at Dawu City's largest warehouse center, he guessed that Zheng Bo would definitely take the opportunity to acquire supplies from the center before the apocalypse. So he found the external customer service number for the warehouse center; Zhao Yan didn't have the ability to get any other numbers. He planned to call the warehouse center on the last day to give them a heads-up.

Zhao Yan did this to make things a little more difficult for Zheng Bo. If the other party took it seriously and Zheng Bo couldn't get those supplies from the warehouse center, that would be for the best. The frozen supplies could be collected by Zhao Yan someday when he became stronger. If the other party didn't take it seriously and Zheng Bo took them, it didn't matter to Zhao Yan either.

After Zhao Yan hung up the phone, the customer service girl who answered the call was still bewildered. What did this person mean? He called and seemed to say someone was going to steal supplies from the warehouse center? What a joke, this person must be crazy. Although she thought the caller was crazy, the customer service girl still reported the incident to the duty customer service manager. Then, through layers of reporting, it reached the warehouse center's supervisor.

Initially, when the supervisor heard the news, he almost laughed. He laughed at how crazy people were these days. Steal from the Dawu City Warehouse Center? How would they steal? Not to mention that security cameras were everywhere in the warehouse center, and guards patrolled 24 hours a day. Almost none of the goods inside were in loose packaging; even things like tobacco and alcohol were packed into large, consolidated boxes. Could a person even move these? Unless they drove a truck in and used a forklift to load them. But then that wouldn't be stealing, that would be robbery!

Although he didn't believe it, the warehouse center's supervisor still issued a directive. All security guards were to increase their patrols tonight, and the monitoring room was to be manned at all times. All area warehouse managers were also required to be on duty for overtime. After all, for the supervisor, it was better to be safe than sorry; he wasn't the one doing the actual work. He just had to give the orders.

When Zheng Bo received this news, he felt like his world was collapsing. Everything was normal usually, so why the sudden increase in security tonight? Zheng Bo was starting to suspect that after his rebirth, he was given a hell-mode script.

First, the grand meal he ordered had problems. Because of this, his original plan was completely disrupted. The worst part was that because he paid the full amount for the house renovation in advance, that company was dragging their feet on the project. Even today, only the exterior and some necessary internal facilities were completed. There was no interior decoration whatsoever; looking inside Zheng Bo's apartment now, it was almost indistinguishable from a bare shell. Although it could still be considered a safe house for Zheng Bo to survive the apocalypse, the interior environment was simply unbearable.

If he hadn't argued with the catering restaurant, none of this might have happened. But in this world, there are no "ifs"! And now, this new problem arose, making Zheng Bo feel a lack of confidence in the future for the first time since his rebirth. Could he truly survive well in this extreme cold apocalypse?

After a moment of calm, Zheng Bo reassured himself internally. He could do it. So what if he couldn't collect all the supplies? He was the manager of this warehouse area; he could surely find a way to get some things. It just differed significantly from his earlier plans.

As time passed, the sky above Dawu City began to turn a murky gray. When night fell, a light rain began to drizzle from the sky. Zheng Bo stood outside a large warehouse, looking up at the constantly falling rain, his heart filled with anxiety. With memories from his previous life, Zheng Bo knew that the current changes in Dawu City's sky were a sign of the impending apocalypse. In fact, it wasn't just Dawu City; light rain had begun to fall everywhere across the Blue Star at this moment. And at midnight, the temperature on Blue Star would drop sharply, and the rain would turn into snow, becoming heavier and heavier. Zheng Bo remembered that after midnight, the temperature had dropped to negative ten degrees Celsius in a very short time. With his thin clothes, he would probably freeze solid before even making it home.

Watching the sky grow darker, Zheng Bo's heart was in turmoil. He was debating whether to give up collecting supplies and go straight home. But if he did that, his survival in the apocalypse would become extremely difficult. Although he had purchased a lot of food, it was all the most basic and cheapest stuff. It would only guarantee that he wouldn't starve in the apocalypse, but if he wanted to live comfortably, he had to collect a certain amount of supplies from the warehouse center. Zheng Bo's current conflicted emotions were clearly visible on his face, making him look quite grim. As Zheng Bo's expression grew grimmer, his hands clenched into tight fists. After a while, the grim expression on Zheng Bo's face relaxed, and his clenched fists slowly loosened. Zheng Bo decided that if he hadn't found an opportunity to collect supplies by eleven o'clock, he would leave the warehouse center and go home immediately.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yan was at home, also feeling anxious. Because he had just called Lin Qing'er and found her phone turned off. Not being able to reach Lin Qing'er and not knowing her current situation made Zhao Yan somewhat worried. For Zhao Yan, Lin Qing'er was not only a Goddess he had successfully collected, allowing him to gain points from signing in, but their many in-depth fitness discussions had also fostered some affection in Zhao Yan for Lin Qing'er. He didn't want Lin Qing'er to die in the apocalypse just like that.

Just as Zhao Yan didn't know what to do, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening outside. Zhao Yan quickly got up and opened his door, finding Lin Qing'er, soaking wet, opening the door to the apartment across the hall.

"Xiao Lin! I called you, but your phone was off. I thought something had happened to you," Zhao Yan said, walking forward a little excitedly.

Lin Qing'er saw the anxious expression on Zhao Yan's face and suddenly smiled sweetly: "What's wrong with you? You look so worried. My phone ran out of battery while I was on the bus."

Hearing this, Zhao Yan realized he had been a bit flustered. He changed the subject: "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Come to my place for dinner later; I've already prepared it."

"Really? That's great! I'll go wash up and change, and be right over," Lin Qing'er said with a cheerful smile.