Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Zhang Yi had been expecting this message. When he finally saw it, he felt a strange sense of relief.

According to Lu Fengda's message, it only mentioned that "Zhang Yi possesses some of the stolen goods from the Walmart warehouse, a significant quantity." The term "significant quantity" did not mean "all," and it wasn't quantified. After all, Lu Fengda himself had no idea how much Zhang Yi actually had, and he couldn't have imagined that Zhang Yi possessed a space superpower.

"This is a good thing! At least it lowers the level of danger I'm facing," Zhang Yi thought. In this age of extreme scarcity, if people knew he had an entire super warehouse's worth of supplies, no one in the world would remain calm. However, Zhang Yi had already buried Lu Fengda's message under a sea of fake information. Ordinary people or forces would find it difficult to discern the truth from the mass of misinformation.

"If someone can find me, they definitely aren't ordinary, or they have a computer expert," Zhang Yi murmured. But all of this was within his calculations, so it was unsurprising.

Zhang Yi put his phone aside and looked at a target 400 meters away. A target at this distance looked no bigger than a mosquito's head. Yet, it already had seven or eight arrows stuck in it.

Zhang Yi raised his high-tech compound bow with his left hand and took an arrow from the quiver at his waist with his right hand, placing it on the bowstring. Thanks to the pulley system, drawing the compound bow was quite easy. His gaze was intensely focused, and a strange power surged into his right eye, attaching itself to the arrow with his will.

"Whoosh!" The arrow flew out swiftly, seemingly wrapped in an invisible force that made it fly even faster. "Thud!" The arrow hit the target squarely in the center, its tail shaking violently.

After more than half a month of relentless training, Zhang Yi had developed some new abilities from his superpowers. This was an extension of his "precision shooting" ability, a power that could affect space. By deliberately attaching his superpower to objects, he could enhance their power. For flying objects, it also increased accuracy, as if he could influence their movement in space with his will.

For instance, the effective range of his highly accurate compound bow was originally 200 meters. But with his superpower, the range extended to 400 meters! This level of precision rivaled that of a regular sniper rifle. And when Zhang Yi used a sniper rifle, its power naturally doubled.

The bow and arrow were merely training tools. In a real fight, using a gun would undoubtedly be more efficient. But through continuous practice, his precision shooting ability had given him a pleasant surprise. By amplifying the accuracy and power of flying objects, he wondered what would happen if he applied this ability to melee weapons or even his own body.

This thought quickly became an obsession. Zhang Yi started experimenting on himself bit by bit. The results were astonishing! His accuracy undoubtedly improved. For example, he could precisely chop a vertically standing coin with a hunting knife. Moreover, when he wrapped himself in his superpower, air resistance greatly decreased, allowing him to move at twice his normal speed.

As a famous naval admiral once said, "Speed is power." Although his physical strength hadn't increased, doubling his speed also doubled his destructive power. Faster speed also meant better evasion, making escaping much easier.

"My superpower may seem simple, but it has limitless potential for development," Zhang Yi thought, increasingly pleased with his abilities. He felt that he had only scratched the surface and that many more abilities were yet to be fully developed. What would it be like if he could completely master his superpowers? He couldn't even imagine.

"Grumble—" Zhang Yi's stomach suddenly growled. Rubbing his belly, a wave of uncontrollable hunger hit him. Zhang Yi stuffed two chocolate bars from his space into his mouth. Although the newly developed abilities were exciting, they were also extremely energy-consuming. Power came from cells, and since he couldn't photosynthesize, he had to gain energy from food. Using his powers required eating more to replenish his strength.

As he munched on the high-calorie chocolate bars, Zhang Yi thought, "Even for superhumans, food is essential to replenish strength. In other words, no matter how powerful we are, without enough food, we can't use our superpowers."

He suddenly laughed, "Who would have thought that in the end, the decisive factor for the strength of superhumans would still be the amount of food?"

Looking at the massive training ground, Zhang Yi squinted his eyes contentedly. "In that case, doesn't that make me invincible?" At least in a battle of attrition, he was unbeatable.

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Everyone still alive in Tianhai City recently received countless messages about the theft at Walmart's South China warehouse. These messages were overwhelming, with hundreds arriving in just two days. Most people were puzzled, not knowing where these messages came from or what they meant. However, some astute individuals sensed something was amiss. After all, all the platforms that generated spam messages were gone, and very few could spread messages so widely.

The words "Walmart warehouse" carried immense allure at such a time. When the incident happened, it caused a huge stir in Tianhai City. It was said that the stolen goods were worth billions!

"If we could find those supplies, we could live comfortably in this post-apocalyptic world!" Many people reached the same conclusion.