Rebirth in the Apocalypse: I Have Unlimited Warehouse Space-Chapter 1 - : 30 Minutes

On the sofa, the temperature was only about 10°C, but Clove Russell's body was drenched in sweat. In his sleep, he instinctively wiped his face.

The next second, Clove Russell suddenly sat up, his eyes fiercely scanning the room. Gradually, he looked around in confusion, unable to understand where he was or what was happening.

He had clearly been lying on the battlefield, pierced through the abdomen by the Zombie Lord, waiting to die. How did he end up here?

It wasn't until he saw the digital clock on the table and the bright blue sky outside that it dawned on him.

March 5, 2026, 11:20 AM.

He had been reborn, back to three years ago, and the place he found himself in was his home before the apocalypse.

Clove Russell stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the street below. The world appeared so peaceful and warm.

That was until a truck suddenly lost control and crashed into the jewelry store on the corner. Clove's expression immediately turned serious.

If he remembered correctly, this had happened in his past life as well—same time, same place, not a single detail changed.

In ten minutes, a crimson rain would begin to fall. Clove had heard people speak of this countless times during the three years after the apocalypse. Everything began with this blood rain.

Anyone who came into contact with the blood rain, without exception, would turn into a mindless zombie.

Clove quietly sat back down on the sofa, waiting in silence as time ticked away.

12:30 PM.

The bright blue sky suddenly turned a cold crimson, just like in his previous life, and the blood rain began to fall.

The apocalypse, just like last time, would arrive as expected.

Half an hour later, the world would face its end. Those who came into contact with the blood rain would mutate into zombies, and chaos would consume the entire world.

Three months later, the global temperature would plummet to -40°C. In six months, it would drop to -60°C.

A year after the apocalypse, the temperature would rise again from -60°C to 60°C.

The extreme cold and scorching heat would torment the survivors, making them wish for death.

In the second year of the apocalypse, zombies would begin to evolve rapidly. Animals, plants, and some surviving humans would undergo mutations or, rather, evolution.

Thinking of this, Clove's thoughts were interrupted. He instinctively reached out and gently touched the clock on the table.

In an instant, the clock vanished, and a look of wild joy spread across Clove's face. The spatial abilities he had gained in his previous life were still usable.

One Thousand Cubic Meters, Just Like Last Time

In his previous life, the space ability had come far too late. His space had never been filled to its full capacity, and going hungry during the apocalypse had become a regular occurrence.

But now, it was completely different!

He could gather food, water, medicine, and all the necessary supplies that could no longer be produced after the apocalypse, long before the end times arrived!

Clove immediately stood up and walked toward the bedroom. He retrieved the Glock 17 handgun from the safe and left the house.

There were about thirty minutes left before the apocalypse began. In that time, he needed to gather as many supplies as possible!

Fortunately, there was a large supermarket just three hundred meters from his apartment. As long as he could move the goods inside the supermarket into his space, he wouldn't have to worry about survival supplies, at least not in the early stages of the apocalypse!

As Clove watched the time on his phone, he also observed the elevator moving slowly upwards.

This was an old apartment building, with only two units per floor. The property management company hadn't maintained the elevator in a long time.

Finally, the elevator reached the 12th floor.

As the elevator doors opened, a beautiful woman with golden hair and a curvaceous figure stepped out. She was followed by a man wearing glasses, dressed in a black suit with a tie, looking every bit the social elite.

Clove instinctively reached for the handle of the gun in his waistband. But as he realized the apocalypse hadn't yet happened, he relaxed his tense body, his gaze settling on the woman.

In the three years of the apocalypse, there had been almost no normal women. And even if there were, they weren't the kind of women that someone like him—without any supplies, despite his space ability—could have.

Beautiful, young, and delicate-skinned girls either became the women of leaders at various safe havens, or they turned into warriors with combat abilities, roaming through the apocalypse.

Neither of these options were within his reach.

And yet, here was a beautiful woman, smelling of perfume, with smooth, soft skin, standing right in front of him.

Clove's gaze wandered over the woman's long neck and the curve of her chest.

His burning eyes made the woman instinctively take a step back, eyeing him warily. She was puzzled; it had only been a few days, yet Clove seemed so different. His eyes had a dangerous, aggressive look.

"Hey, Clove, long time no see. What have you been up to lately?" The man slapped Clove on the shoulder and then pulled out a tissue from his pocket, wiping his hands as if they were truly dirty.

Clove frowned. After three years in the apocalypse, how could he possibly remember such an insignificant person?

"Work," Clove answered succinctly.

The man deliberately showed off his expensive mechanical watch on his wrist, speaking with a tone that suggested he was a boss, or perhaps even an elder: "If your work isn't going too well, you might want to consider joining my company."

As he said this, the man forcefully wrapped his arm around the woman's waist.

Clove's brow furrowed, feeling that this person was strangely irritating.

As he stepped sideways into the elevator, Clove reached out and pressed his hand onto the woman's rounded backside, giving it a firm squeeze.

The woman couldn't help but let out a soft hum, but didn't dare to resist. The aura that Clove exuded, along with his gaze, made her feel a sense of danger.

The man, still unaware of what had happened, sneered and said, "I just don't get how a broke guy like you could afford a house. Linda, we should have moved to Greenfield instead, where the upscale apartments are the kind we should be living in."

"Really don't know what's so good about this place, but you insisted on living here."

Linda's face flushed slightly from the manhandling of her behind. Clove's domineering touch and the aura he projected made her hesitant to tell the man what had just happened. She simply said, "Marshall, don't say that."

The elevator doors slowly closed, and Clove's expression remained unchanged.

He was just a dead man. Clove didn't want to waste any more time during the crucial moments for gathering supplies.

Following his memory, Clove quickly made his way to his car and drove straight to the large supermarket 300 meters away.

Upon arrival at the supermarket, Clove grabbed a shopping cart and headed straight for the food section.

Bars of chocolate, bags of bread, beef, instant noodles, all sorts of food, along with bottled water and drinks—everything his fingers touched was instantly transferred into his space.

Even if he drew some attention, Clove didn't stop.

It wasn't until he had nearly cleared out the entire food section and the security guards pointed guns at him that Clove finally halted.

"Hey! Put your hands up!" Two security guards aimed their guns at Clove.

As the words left their mouths, Clove immediately spun around, raising his hand and firing two shots.

Bang, bang.

The bullets struck precisely into the heads of the two security guards.

As the guards fell, screams echoed through the supermarket.

But Clove, as though nothing had happened, walked calmly toward the clothing section.

After gathering the last of the winter clothes and cold-weather gear from the shelves into his space, Clove glanced at the time.

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There were only five minutes left before the apocalypse began. The supplies he had already gathered would be enough to help him survive the initial chaos after the end of the world. He could take his time to collect more supplies later.

Exiting the supermarket, Clove ignored the distant sound of sirens. Starting his car, he headed back home.

When Clove arrived at his apartment, only one minute remained until the apocalypse would begin.

He stood quietly by the window, waiting for the inevitable.

Downstairs, police cars nearly filled the narrow street, with officers holding weapons and vigilantly watching the apartment building.

"Clove Russell! Come out and surrender immediately!"

The shout echoed from below. Standing by the window, Clove sneered coldly. What hadn't he experienced in his previous life? How could he be intimidated by something so trivial?

Besides, the apocalypse was about to begin—surrender?

Were their brains malfunctioning?

Clove pulled out his handgun and fired a random, reckless burst of shots down toward the street. He wasn't aiming for accuracy, just trying to intimidate.

In barely thirty seconds, the fifteen rounds in his magazine were expended.

The fierce gunfire had the desired effect, and the officers preparing to enter the building immediately scattered.

Clove leaned out the window and shouted loudly, "For that pitiful salary, you're risking your lives?"

He glanced at the time, and it had already reached 12:30.

The apocalypse had officially begun.