Ethan had the delivery guy drop off 100 industrial-sized water tanks at his warehouse.
He then instantly stashed them into his spatial storage and brought them home.
Once home, he turned on every faucet, filling tank after tank.At this rate, all 100 would be full within a week.
Time passed quickly.Ethan didn't rest for a single day.
He spent money like it was burning a hole in his pocket.Every meal was at a top-tier restaurant.He bought gourmet meals in bulk and stored them in his dimension.
And every afternoon, he hit the shooting range—practicing with bows, crossbows, and firearms.
Becoming a combat master in one month? Unrealistic.
But with a fortress of steel, advanced weapons, and unshakable discipline, he didn't need martial arts.He needed precision.
His bizarre lifestyle didn't go unnoticed.
Everyone around him thought he was insane.
They whispered behind his back.Even Rachel Whitmore kept her distance.
Ethan ignored them all.
Because in less than ten days, they'd all be begging for food—or dead.
By now, Ethan had gathered a staggering amount of supplies:Food, fuel, weapons, medical kits, heating systems.
But it still wasn't enough.
He wanted the Walmart South Mega Warehouse.
If he could take that entire facility, he'd have enough supplies to live ten lifetimes.
Why not wait until the last day?
Because he remembered something from his past life—The elites had known about the gamma ray burst in advance.They started stockpiling long before the public caught on.
Ethan wouldn't risk it.
If the warehouse vanished now, nobody would notice.The government would be too busy saving their own skins to care.
So Ethan returned to work at the warehouse.
At night, only ten people were on shift.His plan was simple: spike their tea with sleeping pills.
No subtlety. No finesse.Three days until the end—there was no time for games.
They were all old colleagues.Trusting. Friendly.
Too easy.
By the time the drugs kicked in, they were out cold.
Ethan strolled into the surveillance room and cut the cameras.He knew every blind spot, every system failure point.
He'd rehearsed this moment in his head a thousand times.
With the cameras down and the staff asleep, it was go time.
He slipped on oversized shoes, donned gloves, and entered the warehouse.
He took a deep breath.
Let's begin.
With a mere thought, his right eye glowing faintly, entire shelves of goods vanished—Sucked straight into his dimension.
He started in the drinks section.
Thousands of tons of bottled water, soda, juice, wine, and liquor.Gone in minutes.
Next stop: fuel supplies.
Crates of smokeless coal.Barrels of gasoline and alcohol.Solid fuel blocks for camping and emergencies.
There was enough here to power a small city.And now, it all belonged to him.
He didn't leave a single drop behind.
Why should he?
In the apocalypse, none of this would make it to the people anyway.
Better he take it all.
Next up: food.
Tens of thousands of tons.Mountains of supplies.
Canned goods. Roasted meats. Vacuum-packed delicacies.Snacks, noodles, high-end treats.
"Enough for ten lifetimes," Ethan muttered.
He took everything.No sorting. No fuss.
After that, he hit the sports gear section.
A proper bunker needed gym equipment.Staying fit would save his life someday.
Then came survival tools.
Baseball bats. Fencing gear.All of it could double as weapons.
He found snow gear, climbing kits, and top-tier cold weather suits.Tech-grade gear rated for -100°C.
National team quality.
"Jackpot."
He grabbed it all.
Two hours later—
The entire Walmart South Mega Warehouse was empty.
Gone.
Ethan stood in the massive, echoing space, feeling immense satisfaction.
Now I'm ready. Come freeze or fire, I'll live like a king.
He returned to his office, took off his gloves and shoes, and stored them in his dimension.
Then, he drank some of the same drugged tea and collapsed onto the desk—feigning sleep.
He was shaken awake.
"Boss! Boss! Wake up—something's wrong!"
Ethan rubbed his eyes and sat up groggily."What's going on?"
His coworkers looked pale and shaken.
"The warehouse… It's empty."
"What?!"
Ethan jumped to his feet, face full of mock panic.
He ran to the loading dock and gaped at the empty expanse.
Inwardly, he was laughing.
Outwardly, he looked ready to faint.
"What the hell happened? Where did everything go?!"
The staff were just as stunned.
"This was billions in inventory. Even if you used trucks, it'd take days to move this much!"
Everyone stayed quiet about their naps.
Overnight shifts? Everyone dozed off now and then.
No one wanted to admit it today.
Ethan paced back and forth with a scowl.
"This is too big. We can't handle this ourselves. Call upper management—now!"
Nobody objected.
The more serious the situation, the less likely it was their fault.
No way ten sleepy shift workers emptied an entire billion-dollar warehouse.
Let the execs deal with the fallout.
Ethan picked up the phone and calmly called his boss.
"Sir… We have a situation."