In this post-apocalyptic world, I unexpectedly became a star galaxy master.

I took stock of my assets: a 150-square-meter apartment, located within the Third Ring Road, but surrounded by a high school, university, hospital, park, and shopping mall, worth at least 16 million yuan. My mother bought it years ago. In just over 10 years, its value has increased at least tenfold. My mother is an urban planner; her eye for talent is truly remarkable.

Hongtang inherited it when she graduated from university at the age of 20.

The 500 million yuan in fixed deposits was also property left to him by his mother. He had not touched it after inheriting it, and his university expenses were covered by scholarships and tutoring income.

She has 480,000 yuan in current accounts, and a motorhome and car worth about 1 million yuan. In the six years since graduation, she has only started earning more and has some savings in the last two years.

Because I love traveling and outdoor sports, I've put all my salary into it. The RV is secondhand, heavily modified, and cost a lot, all on installments.

I was planning a road trip during the May Day holiday, but this happened. All my plans have to change.

Now it seems I have to sell the house and use my savings.

Thank you, Mom!

Looking at the shopping list, Hongtang pondered for a moment, then started making notes and markings. By the time she was finally satisfied, it was almost 11 p.m.

Alright, it's time to go to bed. She strictly adheres to her schedule, going to bed at 11 pm, and even when working overtime, she never goes to bed later than midnight.

I had too much to do tonight, so I didn't do any physical training. I just went downstairs to throw out the trash as a form of exercise.

I quickly changed my clothes and went downstairs.

At 11 p.m., the city is ablaze with neon lights, and the vibrant nightlife seems to be just beginning.

If someone came up to Hongtang at this moment and told her that the end of the world was coming, she would definitely call her a "lunatic".

But her sister told her this, so she had no choice but to believe it.

Oh well, it's all fate.

Anyway, she made two preparations. If the apocalypse came, she had supplies and surviving wouldn't be difficult. If it didn't, all the better; she would quit her job and open a supermarket chain, since she had supplies anyway.

"Meow~ Meow..." A weak yet somewhat loud cat's cry came from under my feet.

Hongtang carefully tossed the trash bag into the bin, then tested it with her foot. It felt soft; had she stepped on a cat?!

"Meow..." The cat's cries grew even more desperate.

"Hey, who is this? Abusing cats? That's so vicious."

Looking at the dark mass at your feet, it would be hard to tell that it was a cat unless you squatted down and looked closely; you would just think it was a piece of black plastic.

"Poor thing, I may not have much sympathy, but I stepped on you, so I'll save your life today. Remember to be grateful."

She took off her light coat, carefully wrapped the kitten inside, and headed straight for the commercial street downstairs in her apartment complex. There was a pet hospital there that also sold pet supplies; she frequented the area and had once even managed to buy a small fish from them.

It was only later that I learned the shop owner kept it as a pet. The shop owner was also a resident of the same neighborhood, and since the pet shop had just opened, he gave it away for free to avoid any conflict. That's how their relationship began—a case of "no fight, no friendship."

Yes, it's that little fish in her house. It's very resilient; she's had it for over four years and it's never grown up.

When Hongtang arrived at the pet store, she was dumbfounded; it was closed. She then remembered that the owner, Han Ya, also went home to sleep at 11 pm.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, Hongtang dialed the emergency contact number on the store door.

Thankfully, the call was answered.

Upon hearing that it was Hongtang, Han Ya immediately said she would be there in 5 minutes and told her to wait where she was.

"Little kitty, I even put another piece of clothing on you."

This year's latest sun protection clothing has an SPF of 60+, but it's already worn out after only two wears.

Perhaps the kitten knew it had been rescued, and lay peacefully inside the clothes, motionless, only breathing weakly, proving that it was still alive.

While waiting, Hongtang stared at a silver shaded cat through the glass window. She usually loved to tease Da Hua, which would always make Da Hua stretch out its paws to serve her.

At this moment, Hongtang inexplicably understood the arrogant disdain in its eyes. Hehe, foolish humans, you've finally been locked in a glass box, haven't you? This time, you'll learn your lesson.

"Big Flower, what kind of look is that? Who do you think you are?" Hong Tang opened her eyes even wider, glaring angrily at Big Flower, determined to settle the score.

"Pfft, Sweetie, you're so cute. You can get so angry over a cat." It was Han Ya who arrived.

"Meow~meow~"

"Woof woof~ woof..."

When they noticed Han Ya had arrived, all the cats and dogs in the shop became lively.

"Xiaoya, look at this cat! We found it in the trash can. It's in serious condition, it's going to die..."

Kitten, “…” You’re the one who’s going to die.

Han Ya quickly opened the shop door, turned on the lights, found the tools, examined the items, and made a diagnosis. The entire process was smooth and efficient. Hong Tang watched with great pleasure.

Soon, the results came out.

"Don't worry, the little guy just has some burnt fur, nothing serious, he's very healthy. He's just too young, only a little over a month old, and hasn't had milk for at least three or four days, so he's probably starving. I'll feed him some goat milk powder later, and after a few days he'll recover, I'll wash him clean."

"That's good. Let me keep it here for now, it's not convenient at my home." He quickly scanned the code to pay, not giving Han Ya a chance to refuse.

Hongtang loves cats and dogs, but she doesn't dare to keep them as pets, afraid of developing a strong attachment. She couldn't bear the thought of the animals suffering from illness or accidents.

"5000 yuan, that's too much."

"Not much, but we give it the best of everything, from food to supplies."

After giving Hongtang her instructions, she ran off. Han Ya sighed as she watched her retreating figure, thinking, "Such a stubborn but soft-hearted girl." She resignedly resumed caring for the little kitten. What could she do? She loved animals. She wasn't as kind to people as she was to animals.

On her way back, Hongtang noticed that the largest shop in the neighborhood, Haozai Modified Car Shop, was still lit up, so she went inside.

Her RV was converted here, and the shop owner even offered her installment payments. It's only right that she say hello.

"Uncle Chen, you're not off work yet."

"Hey, Xiao Tang, what brings you here so late? Is the RV working well? Is there anything that needs to be modified?" Uncle Chen popped his head out from under a hoisted vehicle and greeted Hong Tang.

"Hey, I just finished working overtime during the May Day holiday and haven't even driven out yet. I was planning to go out tomorrow. I was out for a late-night snack and saw the lights were on in the shop, so I came over to say hello. You go ahead with your work, I'll just wander around by myself."

"Sure, feel free to look around. I'm at a crucial point right now."

Hongtang casually looked around the store. She had been here twenty or thirty times; there were over thirty luxury cars inside—sports cars, SUVs, motorcycles, you name it. But every time she came, she made something new.

It's said that most of them belong to the shop owners. Once the shop owners have had their fill of them, they sell them secondhand, or modify them before reselling.

Hongtang observed for half a year before placing an order here for her RV, a second-hand vehicle that had been converted. Uncle Chen said the shop owner had never even driven it before, and just brought it to her for conversion.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as a rugged, imposing black SUV appeared before her. The wheels reached her waist, and the roof almost touched the ceiling.

After circling the truck a few times, Hongtang grew increasingly fond of it, though apart from the logo, she couldn't tell what kind of car it was. At the same time, she couldn't help but think to herself, "The shop owner is truly a rich second-generation heir; he's ruthlessly extravagant!"

"Uncle Chen, which Mercedes is that big black guy driving? It's so cool!"

"That one? It's a Mercedes SUV, a Unimog, I don't remember the exact model. It just arrived today, you're lucky to have caught it." Uncle Chen was also very excited when he mentioned the car.

In all his years in the industry, this was the first time he'd ever been so close to such an imposing SUV. The owner must be incredibly wealthy.

"Your young master Chi is really rich! Where are you going on an adventure? So hardcore!" Hong Tang teased as she searched for information about the car on her phone.