Chapter 3: The Madness of Stockpiling

Karl's attitude towards Anna was extremely cold.

Both Anna and Cherry sensed something was off. However, after mistakenly believing that Karl was a hidden wealthy heir, they were not angered by his demeanor; instead, they approached him eagerly.

What's wrong with a wealthy person having a bit of an attitude? That's called having style!

"Hey, Karl, were you just eating at this restaurant?" Cherry asked nonchalantly.

Karl frowned slightly; this woman was no good, just as cunning as Anna. She had a hand in the scheme that nearly cost him his life.

"Hmm."

Karl replied coldly, then shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to head towards the supermarket.

Anna and Cherry quickly followed him.

"Karl, where are you going?" Anna asked with a gentle smile.

"To the supermarket."

Karl's voice remained indifferent, tinged with impatience.

If it weren't for wanting her to experience the despair of the apocalypse, he would have killed her on the spot.

Anna exchanged a glance with Cherry and quickly said, "What a coincidence! We were just planning to buy some things too. We can go together!"

At this point, Karl understood.

They must have seen him dining at the Michelin three-star restaurant and assumed he was some hidden rich kid. That's why they were suddenly so enthusiastic towards him.

He couldn't be bothered to engage in conversation and continued walking towards the supermarket.

However, the more he acted disinterested, the more Anna and Cherry believed he was indeed wealthy.

After all, who else could afford to be so extravagant?

The two of them trailed closely behind him, with Anna even leaning in closer, occasionally reaching out to touch him.

Whenever Karl looked at her, she would shyly turn her head away, her cheeks flushed as if she were bashful.

Karl chuckled coldly to himself.

This green tea bitch is quite the actress. If she went into acting, she would definitely win an Oscar.

Upon entering the supermarket, he grabbed a shopping cart and walked inside.

Anna and Cherry hurriedly pushed their carts to follow him.

"Karl, were you dining with someone?" Anna asked with a smile.

As he walked towards the food section, Karl replied coldly, "Is it not okay for me to eat alone?"

Anna's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Oh, I didn't mean it that way! I just thought the stuff in there is quite expensive. I thought you were treating someone!"

Cherry couldn't help but ask, "Karl, your monthly salary is just over ten thousand, right? That meal must have cost you half a year's salary."

"It seems your family gives you quite a bit of pocket money."

Anna shot Cherry a fierce glare.

Idiot, how could you ask such a thing!

As a top-tier green tea, the most important rule is: talk feelings with the rich and talk money with the poor!

Realizing she had misspoken, Cherry quickly backtracked.

"Hahaha, I was just joking. We're all good friends here, so money doesn't really matter."

But Karl ignored them completely.

He reached the food section and gazed at the dazzling array of products, feeling as if he had stepped into a treasure trove.

In his previous life, he had experienced the feeling of eating a single packet of instant noodles for two days.

Thus, he felt an insatiable desire for food.

Karl approached the shelves and began tossing items into his cart—ham sausages, instant noodles, self-heating hot pots, and seasonings—all in large quantities.

This action left Anna and Cherry dumbfounded.

"Karl, why are you buying so much food? Are you going camping?"

"Hmm."

Karl replied nonchalantly.

Cherry grew suspicious and whispered to Anna, "Would a wealthy heir eat this kind of stuff while camping?"

Anna felt a bit puzzled too, but recalling the Michelin three-star meal, she was reluctant to abandon the idea of Karl being a rich heir.

She rushed up to him and said eagerly, "Do you need any help?"

With free labor at hand, Karl had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, seeing Anna's feigned innocence sparked a sense of revenge in him.

He had a month to prepare for the impending apocalypse.

Creating the perfect shelter to ensure his safety wouldn't be difficult.

As for supplies, he could also acquire them through the Walmart warehouse.

This way, he could guarantee a state of absolute safety and comfort during the apocalypse.

Why not deliberately hint to Anna that he was stockpiling supplies, then let her come crying to him when the time comes?

As for Anna leaking his information and attracting those troublesome neighbors, that was easily manageable.

As long as his safe house was built sturdy enough, he wouldn't need to worry about being attacked; instead, he could effectively retaliate against those troublesome neighbors!

Just thinking about their frantic expressions, powerless against him, made Karl's smile take on a slightly twisted edge.

Yes, this was definitely an option worth considering.

Karl planned to contact a security company to construct such a safe house.

If feasible, he would go with this plan.

If not, he would look for a remote wilderness to create an underground shelter.

This was his backup plan.

Karl curved his lips into a smile, "Then you two can help me push the cart!"

Anna quickly nodded in agreement.

Karl then asked Cherry to fetch another cart.

Though both were filled with suspicion, they complied with his request.

Karl bought a substantial amount of storable food, including instant noodles, ham sausages, cured meats, and canned goods.

He even used a separate cart for fresh meat, fruits, vegetables, and some live fish.

He wanted to test whether his unique space had any special effects on storing fresh produce.

With three carts filled to the brim, Karl handed over the one loaded with beef, lamb, and canned goods to the two women to push.

It must have weighed four or five hundred pounds, leaving them sweating profusely.

Anna complained a bit, pouting, "Karl, how many people are you feeding with all this? Are you planning some event you haven't told me about?"

Karl chuckled coldly and replied, "The world is unpredictable. What if the apocalypse hits one day? I'd rather stock up on supplies to survive!"

Karl was speaking nothing but the truth, but no one would believe him.

Anna took his words as a joke and chuckled, "Oh, if you don't want to say it, that's fine! Why make such jokes?"

"Since I helped you so much today, you'll have to treat me to a meal later!"

Anna's eyes sparkled with implication, eagerly anticipating that Karl would take her to the Michelin three-star restaurant.

Karl smirked slightly, "Sure, sounds good. But I've been quite busy lately, so let's make it next month!"

Anna beamed, "Great! It's a promise!"

Cherry quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes! Let's all go together, hehe!"

Just pushing a cart could lead to a big feast, and she was thrilled about it.

Seeing Cherry's lack of subtlety, Anna shot her a glare, but Cherry pretended not to notice.

Karl went to check out, and this shopping spree amounted to over ten thousand.

He didn't even blink as he paid.

In the apocalypse, the value of these supplies would multiply by tens of thousands! In fact, they could be considered priceless.

Because when the time comes, even if you have all the money in the world, you might not be able to buy a single bite to eat.

Since Karl bought so much, the supermarket readily lent him a shopping cart for his use.

Without hesitation, he directed the two women to help him push the items home.

He actually had a car and could easily have driven the items back, but why not take advantage of free labor?

Although the two women complained about being tired, the promise of a big meal motivated them to work harder.

Thus, the trio pushed three full carts of supplies back to the community.