Global Collapse

Chapter 945 Fun

"The food problem is easily solved. After all, the Earth might explode before everyone finishes eating. If everyone goes to heaven together, there's no need to worry about whether we're full or not." The fat man, who was already planning to cut back on food and clothing, crossed out the two lines he'd just written about the "Lack of Food and Clothing Plan" after hearing Guigu's words, and started a new line writing "Feast on Fish and Meat Plan."

"If a person dies before they've finished eating, they won't pass away peacefully. We need to make the most of our remaining days by eating well," the fat man planned earnestly.

Hao Laoshi couldn't help but complain: "Only you would feel uneasy about something like this..."

"Ahem, anyway—" the fat man raised his voice, pretending not to hear, "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some supplies. We still have a lot of game coins left. Just imagine if the world ends and we don't finish our food or our money, that would be a hellish scene."

Xiao Hong nodded in agreement, holding the lychee soda.

When did Xiao Hong appear? Gu Mian was puzzled. She wasn't here just now.

However, since she is a ghost, it is not surprising that she appears and disappears unpredictably.

According to witnesses, Ms. Hong mostly did not use the stairs when going up and down the floors. Instead, she crawled up and down the exterior wall of the apartment like a vengeful ghost, and finally entered her destination through the window.

If the window is unfortunately not opened, it will be met with the heavy blows of the Red Lady's iron fist.

As a result, the windows in the apartment often broke, until everyone developed the good habit of opening the windows.

The balcony window was open at that moment, the very one Gu Mian had peeked out from earlier. Little Red had probably just climbed in through that window. Judging by the timeline, she was already climbing outside when there were people below.

Recalling how the supermarket NPCs kept glancing towards the window, they probably weren't looking at Gu Mian, but rather at the "ghost climbing the wall" picture.

“The world is already over, but I never expected there to be another apocalypse waiting for us. It’s truly an apocalypse within an apocalypse.” Guigu looked melancholy. “The latter sounds like it will sweep everything away, even the survivors who are still alive today, into the trash can. And we don’t know exactly when it will arrive, so we’re on edge every day.”

He had given up hope of surviving and only wanted to enjoy the little life he had left before the Great Collapse came.

But Hao Laoshi didn't think so: "Let's not even talk about what will happen after the game completely crashes. We still have time to prepare before it crashes... Didn't they say that we might find something when we get to the Upside-Down City? Maybe we can find a way to survive up there."

"That's true, but that's just Mr. Killer's side of the story. After all, he's never been up to the Upside-Down City, so what he said is just speculation." Fatty knew how unreliable Xu Xingcheng was, so he didn't take it too seriously when Xu Xingcheng said there might be clues on the Upside-Down City. Although he said he was going to go up with Gu Mian, he didn't have much hope.

Who is Mr. Killer? Is it that Xu Xingcheng? Hao Laoshi was a little confused by the fat man's constantly changing names. To this day, he still didn't know how many names the man whose full name was Xu Xingcheng actually had.

"And even if there are clues on the Upside-Down City, we can't get up there now." The fat man pointed to the floating island in the distance and made a helpless gesture. "We have to wait until the car comes down from up there on Sunday before we can go up."

Yes, it's no use being farsighted now; everything depends on when that car arrives on Sunday.

In the days leading up to Sunday, Fatty was buying food and preparing his tools for going to town, including climbing ropes, shovels, and tents from the supermarket.

Gu Mian said that climbing ropes and shovels were fine, since there were many pits up there and those things would come in handy, but what was the point of setting up a tent? Were they here for a wilderness adventure?

The fat man said, "Doctor, you don't understand. The train departs every seven days, and once it's up there, you have to stay for seven days. The buildings up there are all upside down, so there's no guarantee the beds won't be upside down too. You can't exactly hang yourself to sleep, so it's better to have a tent just in case."

Gu Mian thought that if the Upside-Down City was truly fraught with danger, wouldn't it be like being a canned food, ready to be eaten as soon as you open the lid?

When the ghost opened the tent door, he was overjoyed to find a fresh and juicy fat man inside.

The fat man was unaware that he had become luncheon meat in Gu Mian's heart. He continued to say to himself, "A few days ago, the supermarket staff came to me and said that the supermarket had no supply channels. I thought they would close the store or limit purchases. After all, the resources are limited and cannot be replenished. We have to sell slowly and steadily."
“But when I got there, I found that the supermarket was just like usual, and there were no restrictions on what I could buy. Come to think of it, there are only a handful of people left in the entire Lianhua City besides us. It would take a dozen or twenty years for a handful of survivors to empty the supermarket. Besides, you have to pay to buy things. Everyone is short of money, and without money, everything is useless.” Speaking of money.

Gu Mian recalled that in the previous claw machine instance, no money or compensation was given.

After that, the official team released another announcement about the dungeon revamp.

He strongly doubted that future dungeons would produce any more in-game currency.

The fat man had the same concern: "Doctor, what if dungeons stop giving in-game currency in the future?"

They are relatively well-off now, and they won't starve to death in time, but the money will eventually run out.

Chu Changge glanced at the fat man, then looked at the things the fat man had just bought.

The fat man scratched his head: "It's not impossible to just grab and run, the sales clerks are all good friends of the doctor, and they probably won't hit us with a big stick out of respect for the doctor. But we're all so familiar with each other, it's too embarrassing and awkward to do a zero-dollar sale..."

As the fat man spoke, he suddenly reached for the shopping bag next to him. Gu Mian's gaze was drawn to his hand. She saw him rummage around for a while and then pull out several pieces of dark fabric, about the size of a ball.

Gu Mian looked at the thing and said, "You can buy underwear, but there's no need to show it off in front of us."

The fat man blushed: "A hood, this is a hood, doctor!"

As he spoke, he unfolded the strange black cloth in his hand, and Gu Mian finally realized that it was an oval-shaped piece of cloth with three holes in it.

The three holes are arranged in an inverted triangle on the upper part of the oval shape, and the style is indeed a hood.

As the fat man showed the item, he covered his face with it: "As long as I wear this when I steal or rob, no one will recognize me, and I can save face."

Gu Mian looked at the fat man's distinctive physique. Was he pretending not to recognize her?

In order to avoid enraging the robbers and to maintain the precarious relationship between the two sides, the sales clerks could only shout at the robbers, who were obviously acquaintances, "This guy is too strong, we can't beat him, please take your things and leave quickly."

The level of shame is no less than that of burying one's head in the sand while a crowd of onlookers watch.

How embarrassing! I'd rather just wear underwear.

The fat man tested the elasticity of the headgear and felt it was quite good: "After all, dungeons might not produce game currency anymore in the future. Even if they do, we don't know how often the dungeons will appear... We can't just wait in our apartment for three years if they don't appear..."

As he was speaking, an obstacle suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his view. The fat man reached out to push the obstacle aside and continue talking, but halfway through his hand, he suddenly realized something, stopped, and stared dumbfounded at the obstacle in front of him.

That's the game panel.

The above is undoubtedly a notification that a copy has come knocking.

Oh no, the title of the last chapter was missing a word! This chapter adds it, great, I don't have to make up chapter titles anymore!