Chapter 1: Transmigration, Gaining Extra Space
"Ring ring."
"Ring ring."
Outside the window, it was pitch black. The screen of the phone on the bedside table kept lighting up and dimming, the ringing persistently stopping and starting again.
"Damn it."
The person under the covers grumbled in annoyance.
A pale, slender hand emerged from beneath the blanket, grabbed the phone, and answered it irritably before tossing it onto the pillow.
"Meng Ci, I've already told you, I'm nice to YaYa because she's a girl and needs to be taken care of."
"Can't you stop targeting her?"
"And I only see you as a younger brother, don't get any other ideas."
"I only like girls."
"If you keep being so petty, we won't meet anymore."
...
The person on the other end of the phone kept talking incessantly.
Meng Ci sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and looked sullen.
"Hello?"
"Meng Ci! Where are you!"
"Don't think that if you stay silent, I'll let this go."
"You're sick, aren't you?"
Meng Ci finally couldn't hold back and angrily cursed into the phone.
"Meng Ci, you..."
The person on the other end checked their phone to make sure they hadn't dialed the wrong number, which made them even angrier.
"Alright, Meng Ci, you actually dared to curse me!"
"We won't meet anymore!" The voice on the other end sounded furious.
Meng Ci, disturbed from his sleep and feeling annoyed, found the childish threat quite repulsive.
"If we don't meet, then we don't meet. Who cares about seeing you!"
"Meeting, meeting, you must be a jerk."
"Get lost!"
With that, Meng Ci angrily hung up the call and threw the phone onto the bed.
"CS, do you know that disturbing someone's sleep is like murder?"
After cursing, Meng Ci lay back down.
He pulled the blanket over his head, intending to go back to sleep, but a second later, he suddenly threw off the blanket and sat up.
"Sister?" Meng Ci murmured.
He was an orphan; where did this sister come from?
The mattress felt soft under his hand.
Hmm?
He remembered that his rented room had a wooden bed, not a soft one!
Why was it so soft?
Meng Ci stood up from the bed barefoot and, in the dim light of the night, saw the furnishings in the room, frowning deeply.
He remembered that his rented room was barely ten square meters with just a bed and a wardrobe.
How could this room be so large?
After fumbling for a while, Meng Ci finally found the switch and turned on the light.
Seeing the opulent surroundings, Meng Ci couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
Was he dreaming?
If this was a dream, he hoped he wouldn't wake up.
He didn't want to go back to living a life where he worked hard for a month only to barely afford a meal.
Meng Ci wanted to explore more of the dream, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed straight onto the ground.
Immediately, a flood of memories that didn't belong to him rushed into his mind.
Overwhelmed by the influx of information, Meng Ci's brain couldn't handle it, and he couldn't even cry out from the pain.
He could only clench his teeth tightly, drenched in sweat.
After about five minutes, the pain subsided, and Meng Ci gradually released his hands from his head.
"Ugh!"
Meng Ci slowly lay back on the ground, eyes closed, breathing heavily. His dark blue pajamas were drenched in sweat.
"Damn!"
After the pain eased, Meng Ci muttered under his breath and then sat up.
"That hurt like hell!"
Meng Ci rubbed his right foot, which had just kicked the bed leg, cursing all the while.
However, compared to what he had just experienced, a new realization made him even more furious.
Because he had transmigrated into a book.
Into a book that was about to face an apocalypse.
Continuous heavy rainfall, floods, acid rain, droughts...
And just when everyone thought the natural disasters were ending, the survivors hadn't even had time to celebrate.
Some people became infected and turned into zombies.
Zombies besieged the cities, and some humans evolved with special abilities.
Damn it.
He had merely complained about a minor character in the book having the same name as himself.
But during the early stages of the disaster, he was pushed into the flood by the person he had a crush on and his stepsister, dying without a proper burial.
And those two shameless individuals not only became the protagonist's left and right arms but also managed to survive until the end of the apocalypse.
They even held the first wedding after the apocalypse, witnessed by the protagonist.
When Meng Ci read this, he cursed the author for having such skewed values, allowing the wrongdoers to live happily ever after.
He gave the novel a bad review, removed it from his bookshelf, and went to bed angrily.
How did he end up transmigrating?
The severe headache he had just experienced also indicated that he wasn't dreaming.
Transmigration happened without any warning, and there was no clue how to return. It was better to find ways to deal with the apocalypse properly.
Meng Ci had already adapted to facing any terrible situation with a positive mindset.
In the real world, Meng Ci was an orphan who moved out of the orphanage at sixteen and started working part-time while attending school.
He washed dishes, served tables, and even worked on construction sites—doing anything that could earn him money.
Therefore, Meng Ci could accept the current situation well.
Even better, he found a bright spot: Meng Ci was very, very rich.
Using his memory, Meng Ci opened the safe in his closet, finding various property deeds, stocks, funds, and more.
After sorting through his memories, he discovered that there was a capable assistant left by Meng Wan who had been helping manage the company's business for over two years.
So, Meng Ci organized everything, planning to have that person sell these assets quickly.
After all, the apocalypse would last a long time, and only sufficient food could help them survive.
Money was the prerequisite.
Meng Ci joined a rock climbing club in college and often went out with them for fun.
He even participated in several wilderness survival trips, so preparing supplies came naturally to him.
Sitting at the table, Meng Ci took a notebook and pen and began listing what he needed.
Besides basic living essentials, there were many items for extreme survival.
Twisting his neck, Meng Ci looked at the papers in his hand and sighed deeply.
He wondered where to store all these things. If only he had a portable space like in the novel.
Suddenly, Meng Ci felt a darkness before his eyes.
When he opened them again, he found himself in a pitch-black space.
Confused, he looked around, wondering if he was about to be transported back.
At that moment, several golden characters appeared in the black sky.
One square meter of space can be expanded with ten thousand units of supplies.
Meng Ci's eyes lit up!
Could he really have gotten a space?
Following the description in the book, Meng Ci thought about leaving the space and indeed reappeared in the room he was in before.
He didn't have time to examine the space closely, so Meng Ci chose to enter it again.
This time, the two lines of golden characters above the space disappeared, turning into two bloody words: "Revenge."
Meng Ci pressed his hand to his chest, contemplating the tragic demise of the Meng Ci who bore his name.
Meng Ci shouted loudly, "Rest assured, I will definitely avenge you."
As he spoke, the words "revenge" faded in color.
As for the method, Meng Ci had long thought it through.
In just one month, the apocalypse would begin, and Meng Ci decided to repay evil with evil, quietly disposing of these two people in the very building described in the book.
This way, he wouldn't have to bear any responsibility.
The words "revenge" seemed very pleased with Meng Ci's plan, gradually dissipating.