*****Ronan headed to the Mega Mart and settled the remaining balance without trouble.Once the manager left, he finally began transferring the inventory into his storage dimension.Now that he understood how to control it, the process was far smoother than the frustrating struggle he had gone through the previous night. He only needed to focus on an object, visualize the endless white dimension in his mind, and will it inside.One item after another vanished from the shelves… food, drinks, medical supplies, cooking equipment, cleaning products, batteries, tools, and countless other necessities. Even items he had initially overlooked disappeared as he worked his way through the enormous inventory.As the hours passed, the process became almost instinctive and required barely any effort.Two hours later, Ronan was sweating profusely despite the air-conditioning blowing throughout the Mega Mart. He had successfully transferred every nonperishable item into the storage dimension.

*****At the entrance to Southbridge Avenue, a massive convoy had brought the usually quiet community to a standstill.Hundreds of vehicles were packed around the gate, including buses, trucks, vans, and heavy construction equipment, creating a traffic jam that stretched far down the road.“Move!”“Can’t you see the traffic?”“Honk! Honk!”Residents trapped behind the convoy repeatedly blared their horns, while others gathered around the entrance, staring at the enormous fleet in confusion.“What’s going on?”“Who needs this many construction workers?”“Even building an entire estate from scratch wouldn’t require this much manpower.”No one had an answer.The security guards were equally confused.This was the sight Ronan encountered when he arrived.He smiled wryly, climbed out of his truck, and walked toward the gate. By now, most of the residents had recognized the construction company emblazoned across the vehicles, which only made the situation more bewildering.It

*****“Nonsense!”Helene’s furious voice rang through the house so loudly that Joren immediately stepped outside to see what had happened.“Is everything alright?” he asked, frowning.Instead of answering, Helene thrust her phone into his hands.Joren accepted it with a confused expression and began scrolling through the messages in their community group. The more he read, the more his expression changed until he finally froze.Their neighbor watched with barely concealed excitement, eager to see their reaction.Joren eventually lifted his head and glanced at her.“You brought this news?”The woman nodded proudly. “Of course. I realized my friend probably hadn’t seen the group yet, so I came straight here.”Joren nodded thoughtfully before his expression suddenly turned cold.“I’ve always known everyone in this neighborhood was a bunch of jobless hypocrites, but I never realized you were also the type to spread rumors.”The woman’s smile disappeared.“You…” She stared at

****Ronan had barely stepped into the major convenience store on Southbridge Avenue when a wave of nostalgia washed over him.The shelves were still neatly arranged, the aisles brightly lit, and the store was filled with the ordinary sounds of people shopping. To anyone else, it was nothing more than a convenient place to buy food and household supplies.To Ronan, however, it was a place stained by memories of desperation, death, and greed.In his previous life, this store had become one of the community's most dangerous locations after the frost descended.As supplies disappeared, hundreds of desperate survivors eventually flooded the aisles, triggering a deadly stampede that left people trampled, frozen, or even murdered over food.Ronan had nearly died in that chaos himself, and the memory still made his chest tighten.The memory still carried enough weight to make his chest tighten, so he quietly pushed it aside and continued walking.Several aunties and uncles nearby whispered a

*****Ronan woke unusually early the following morning despite having gone to bed well past midnight. After freshening up, he picked up the list beside his bed and reviewed its contents one last time.He had spent hours the previous night researching medicines and dividing them into four tiers according to their importance.The first covered everyday essentials such as painkillers, fever reducers, oral rehydration salts, antiseptics, and bandages. The second included antibiotics, antifungals, antimalarials, and treatments for injuries. The third covered chronic illnesses, including insulin and blood-pressure medication, while the fourth consisted of emergency drugs, intravenous supplies, oxygen equipment, antidotes, and other critical medical reserves.Until yesterday, Ronan had known practically nothing about medicine. He had never needed to consider which antibiotics could treat an infection or how quickly a person dependent on regular medication could deteriorate without it. No