Chapter 132: Misfortunes Never Come Singly, Good Things Come In Pairs
As night fell, all the residents of God’s Community gathered together. Song Yuqing delivered the grim news about the approaching zombie legion, warning everyone to be prepared for battle at a moment’s notice.
Even though she repeatedly emphasized that today’s zombies had evolved to look identical to humans, no one panicked. Thanks to Zhang Yimiao, they all knew that zombies were completely incapable of singing, which gave them a solid burst of confidence that they could easily weed out any infiltrators.
Song Yuqing didn’t forget the miniature diagnostic camera that could instantly identify disguised mutants. She handed the device over to Shen She, instructing him to analyze its inner workings alongside the Base Zero experts so they could manufacture a massive batch to distribute across God’s Community as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, she systematically emptied her private pocket dimension, moving all her stored provisions out into the community to clear out a massive amount of spatial capacity.
To make matters worse, the moment the news of the impending horde settled over the camp, a heavy downpour violently unleashed from the heavens.
It was an acid rain.
Fortunately, thanks to Shen She’s tireless, around-the-clock labor manufacturing custom weatherproofing gear, God’s Community didn’t suffer any significant losses. The entire agricultural sector had been securely draped beneath the heavy, acid-proof tarpaulins, and every single citizen possessed either a protective raincoat or a sturdy umbrella. Aside from the general inconvenience of navigating the muddy terrain, the camp functioned perfectly.
The villas and apartment blocks Song Yuqing had ferried back from the Dark World stood strong against the toxic deluge. In fact, the chemical reaction actually made the vibrant colors of the roofs and exterior walls gleam even brighter.
Misfortunes never come singly, but as the old saying goes, good things also come in pairs.
The first stroke of good fortune was that the entire population of God’s Community could live comfortably and safely despite the raging toxic storm.
The second miracle occurred right after one of the supermarket’s temporary search teams returned through the portal, successfully escorting the final two survivors Lin Han’s black hole had cast adrift. The moment their boots touched the floorboards, Master Fu’s booming, ecstatic voice echoed through the lobby.
“Congratulations! Congratulations! A spectacular congratulations to our elite team for successfully finalizing the supreme doomsday objective!”
Song Yuqing stood entirely frozen in place. In the chaos of preparing for war, she had almost completely forgotten the overarching tasks Master Fu had dropped onto her plate weeks ago.
Not long ago, Master Fu had outlined three distinct directives. First, she had to purchase protective residential structures from an advanced parallel dimension to house the refugees. Second, she had to enlist temporary subcontractors to deploy across the multiverse and track down the victims Lin Han had banished. Third, she had to march up to the second-floor café window to take in the ocean view.
The first and third directives had been finalized seamlessly and rapidly. As for the second task, because managing the subcontractors had woven itself naturally into her frantic daily routine, she had entirely lost track of the fact that it was a tracked system mission.
“Prepare yourselves, because I am about to unlock a super, super luxurious reward package for the establishment!” Master Fu cheered.
The weight of the announcement finally clicked in Song Yuqing’s mind. This implied that every single human being Lin Han had ruthlessly devoured and discarded across the various parallel timelines had been successfully located, rescued, and brought back home!
Song Yuqing let out a bright cheer, clapping her hands in pure joy, while Liu Xiaona, Little Meat Bun, and Gaha immediately joined in, applauding enthusiastically beside her.
Suddenly, her features froze as a logistical concern crossed her mind. Now that the objective was officially finalized, did it mean the temporary subcontractor squad had to be permanently dissolved?
“Manager Song, you must be dying to know the exact telemetry of this supreme gift, correct? Let me unlatch the data: I am initiating an advanced evolutionary override on your private pocket dimension! Effective immediately, your spatial capacity metrics will expand until your void is large enough to comfortably accommodate an entire metropolis!”
The reward was incredibly tempting, and it arrived at the perfect moment; Song Yuqing had actually been quietly mulling over the logistics of migrating her entire population to a cleaner sector down the road.
“Thank you, Master Fu,” she said softly, her voice thick with genuine emotion. “Thank you for always standing by us—whether you’re just a cold, emotionless system script or our true, fiercely loyal Master Fu.”
She was deeply grateful to the supervisor, who managed to throw his weight behind her to solve her absolute most critical operational bottlenecks almost every single time.
“Ahem… please!” Master Fu sputtered, sounding uncharacteristically flustered and embarrassed. He was an artificial intelligence interface, yes, but deep within his core data layers lay the remnants of a past human existence, carrying a full spectrum of genuine human emotions. But the structural firewalls prevented him from exposing those parameters right now. One day, before the final curtain dropped on their world, he would bypass the codes to reveal everything. He would tell Song Yuqing and the staff that he, Master Fu, had forged a burning, fiercely sincere bond of friendship with them—a loyalty that transcended the boundaries of space and time, completely erasing the divide between the virtual and the material.
“Master Fu, would it be possible to retain the twenty temporary subcontractors on our active roster?” Song Yuqing asked tentatively. “If a crisis fractures our internal grid, having a dedicated task force ready to deploy would be an invaluable asset.” In truth, regardless of how the system calculated the request, she was entirely resolved to keep her fighters mobilized, and Master Fu possessed zero leverage to override her executive decision anyway.
“Do whatever sails your ship, Manager Song! If you want to retain the roster, keep them active. If you want to fire them, clear the registry. Heck, if you want to completely rewrite their unit designation, go right ahead!” Master Fu chuckled cheerfully. The fact that Song Yuqing had bypassed the massive, city-sized spatial upgrade to focus her primary concerns on preserving the welfare of her workforce brought a profound wave of relief to his code. His little cabbage had finally grown up, no longer just a fragile seedling but a majestic, sheltering tree.
Seizing the authorization, Song Yuqing officially rebranded the subcontractors into the God’s Supermarket Guard, hoping they would fiercely deploy their mutations to protect the community at a moment’s notice. Standing at the center of this rapidly expanding settlement, she felt an immense weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, yet her heart accepted the burden with absolute joy.
Throughout the brutal months following the initial meteorite strike, she had finally unearthed a definitive anchor to keep herself alive.
To fortify her forces, Song Yuqing allocated five of the massive luxury villas she had held back to serve as the official barracks for the Guard, ensuring every single fighter secured a private, comfortable bedroom to themselves.
Watching the assignment, Liu Xiaona’s eyes filled with intense envy. She desperately wanted to move out of the store and lounge inside a mansion too!
“Absolutely out of the question! You are a core employee of God’s Supermarket who signed a binding, life-long indenture contract!” Master Fu shut her down with an icy corporate finality, refusing to let her utter a single word of protest. “Your coordinates are strictly locked to the staff quarters provided within the storefront.”
“Well, if we’re forced to stay, can you at least initiate an upgrade on our staff dormitories?” Liu Xiaona pouted, her eyes pooling with a beautifully staged, dramatic grievance. “I mean, look at the telemetry, Master Fu—the general population’s living conditions are getting more luxurious by the day. As the executive face and primary representatives of God’s Supermarket, it’s structurally incorrect for us to be living in the most basic units on the property!”
Standing beside the counter, Song Yuqing had to actively bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud at her assistant’s antics.
“Fine. Upgrading coordinates now,” Master Fu muttered before dropping offline entirely.
A massive grin broke across Liu Xiaona’s face. She spun on her heel and sprinted eagerly toward the dormitory door, her chest bursting with anticipation as she waited to witness the grand transformation of her room.
Tragically, Master Fu had utterly scammed her. The quarters remained completely unchanged.
Over the next few days, God’s Community transformed into a beehive of intense, frantic labor. Even though the toxic acid rain continued to pour ruthlessly from the gray sky, the survivors refused to slow down. They organized daily training drills to aggressively test and upgrade their combat mutations, while simultaneously breaking ground on a massive, reinforced perimeter wall engineered to withstand chemical corrosion and keep out the undead legions.
Every single citizen pushed their physical limits to the absolute brink, their souls burning with a renewed, fierce surge of hope.
During this frantic construction cycle, the Base Zero research experts studying the meteorite fragments achieved a substantial breakthrough. By meticulously cross-matching the geometry of the shards, they managed to piece together a comprehensive blueprint outline. If every single fragment on the planet were successfully gathered and fused, they would form a single, massive rectangular monolith.
The remaining pieces required to finalize the artifact were either still scattered blindly across the uncharted wastes or were actively locked inside Chen Ke’s personal inventory.
Song Yuqing made a swift, high-stakes executive decision. She mobilized the newly christened God’s Supermarket Guard, ordering them to deploy out into the wastes to locate and harvest the remaining fragments. By this stage, the specialized defense force had systematically expanded from its initial twenty fighters to a small army of nearly a hundred elite espers.
It was an immensely dangerous, high-risk operations deployment.
To maximize the survival matrix of her soldiers, Song Yuqing personally oversaw their logistics, outfitting every fighter with a complete set of peak defensive equipment. The army was partitioned into five balanced tactical battalions, each unit meticulously balanced to include a diverse spread of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth-type elemental mutants. Naturally, she embedded Space-type espers within each vanguard as well. Though these specific logistics officers only possessed standard, low-tier storage mutations, they functioned perfectly as mobile, compact supply warehouses to sustain the troops on the long march.
At that exact moment, miles away across the desolate wastes, Chen Ke stood at the vanguard of a terrifying, silently massing legion of the undead, completely encircling the borders of Survival Base No. 3.
Every single zombie in the horde was meticulously wrapped in thick layers of salvaged canvas to shield their rotting flesh from the corrosive downpour. Chen Ke stared intensely at the human bastions through the rain, her eyes flashing with predatory malice. She was determined to grant her mutated children a spectacular, blood-soaked feast before the relentless acid rain could dissolve the living population inside Base No. 3 into nothingness.
