She remembered clearly that Wendy Kale's space did not have a wooden cabin.
Instead, it looked like a secluded paradise straight out of a painting.
Towering mountains, flowing water—breathtakingly beautiful.
Without realizing it, Suzy had already walked to the door.
She pushed it open.
The scene outside unfolded before her eyes.
Suzy froze.
Before her stretched a lush green meadow. Mountains rose steeply in the distance, and a clear stream murmured as it flowed.
It was almost identical to Wendy's space—mountains and running water alike.
Only… much smaller.
The entire area was barely half the size of a soccer field. Beyond that, everything dissolved into thick white mist.
Water cascaded down from the mountain, winding past the wooden cabin, no more than ten meters away.
Suzy followed the stream for a short distance and soon discovered a pool of spring water emitting faint wisps of mist.
The water was crystal clear, carrying a subtle, refreshing fragrance.
A spiritual spring!!
Wendy's space had one as well.
A spiritual spring could enhance physical fitness, cure illnesses, and heal injuries—it was a god-tier survival tool in the apocalypse.
In the novel, Wendy Kale's ability to win over five extraordinarily gifted male leads owed a great deal to the body refinement brought about by the spiritual spring.
This one, however, was rather small. The spring's source was limited, and the collected water wasn't much.
Suzy cupped some water in her hands and took a small sip.
It tasted sweet and clean.
The moment it entered her mouth, she felt instantly refreshed, as if her mind had cleared. Even the tightness in her chest eased significantly.
Suzy's eyes lit up.
She drank the rest in one go, then left the space with deep satisfaction.
When Suzy returned, the gold pendant was gone.
In its place, a small red mole had appeared on her wrist.
The space was real… which meant the dream was real too!
Suzy clenched her fists.
No matter what, she would change the fate she'd seen in that dream!
Once bound, the space could never be taken away by anyone else.
At the same time, a set of rules suddenly appeared in Suzy's mind:
First: she could only enter the space for one hour each day. If she exceeded that limit, her physical body would be forcibly expelled.
Second: the space could be upgraded. After upgrading, the time she could spend inside would increase, and new functions would be unlocked.
…
For now, Suzy pushed these rules to the back of her mind.
Her gaze fell on the jewelry box in front of her.
With a single thought, every piece of jewelry vanished without a trace.
She tried storing and retrieving them several more times.
Smooth. Effortless.
Only now did it truly sink in—this space belonged to her. Entirely.
Suzy was far too excited to sleep.
With the space in hand, she had gained an extra trump card for surviving the apocalypse!
With a wave of her hand, she swept all the valuables in the walk-in closet into the space.
Then she went to her desk, took out paper, pen, and her phone, and began planning her next steps.
Now that she had the space, storage was no longer a concern.
The space had preservation effects—food wouldn't spoil.
The only drawback was its low level; it couldn't yet support living creatures.
There were still three months before the apocalypse began.
Time was relatively abundant.
Suzy wrote two words on a piece of paper:
Stockpiling.
Then she added another—
Safe house.
Finally, three more words—
Upgrade the space.
These were the things she needed to do next.
Stockpile supplies, build a safe house, and upgrade the space.
She carefully listed out a procurement checklist, then deliberately recalled the first disaster from her dream.
Extreme heat.
The first calamity would be an extreme heat wave.
It would last for two full months.
After that would come torrential rains… then extreme cold…
Suzy took a deep breath. Cooling supplies, thermal gear—everything had to be prepared.
She also needed to build herself a safe house.
That would require a massive amount of money.
Fortunately, Suzy didn't lack funds.
She unlocked her phone, ready to check her balance, and several unread messages popped into view right away—
[Suzy, come by early tomorrow. Don't forget to print the property transfer contract.]
[And don't forget the gold pendant your sister wants. Her birthday is coming up—do show some sincerity as her little sister.]
[Have you ordered the sports car Tommy wants yet? I heard the slots are limited. Remember to place the order.]