After surviving the brutal apocalypse for ten years, hardened survivor Hayley Reid was betrayed by her base and unexpectedly woke up two weeks before the apocalypse began.

Back in time, her useless father and stepmother were still pressuring her to give up her house for her brother and his newlywed wife. This time, Hayley didn’t hesitate to sell them the house for dirt cheap.

While they celebrate this great deal, Hayley went crazy stockpiling supplies. With the help of the super base system’s overpowered perks, she built an unbeatable shelter.

While everyone else was stuck in zombie chaos, Hayley relaxed in her fortress like she was on vacation.

While everyone else struggled to find food, her dog enjoyed a full buffet every day.

While everyone else risked their lives squeezing into crowded survivor camps, Hayley’s base stood as the strongest steel fortress in the whole world!

"Flu cases are on the rise. Please take precautions, avoid crowded areas, don't gather unnecessarily, and keep warm…"

"Hayley, are you even listening to me?!"

Hayley Reid jolted, staring at everything in front of her in disbelief.

In the middle of the old, 300-square-foot living room with worn-out renovations was a couch, packed with middle-aged men and women.

In the center was a plump, 70-ish woman with graying hair. She was Eleanor Reid, Hayley's grandmother.

Eleanor glared at Hayley, her jowls bouncing with every movement.

Hayley froze. This was the exact scene from two weeks before the apocalypse, when her "beloved" grandmother, father, and stepmother forced her to give up her house for her brother and his soon-to-be wife.

The last thing she remembered was being stuck in a zombie siege at the eastern base a moment ago.

"Ever since your mom passed, Lucy treated you like her own. Everyone says she's wonderful! Now, Philip is getting married and wants to borrow your house. Why won't you let him? You're so ungrateful!" Eleanor hissed.

"Mom, Hayley's not ungrateful. I'm sure she'll come to her senses," said a plump woman next to Eleanor, pretending to mediate. This was Lucy Reid, Hayley's stepmother.

"Hmph!" Eleanor snorted. "Clear out the house immediately. Philip said the place has been rented for too long, and the furniture is too worn. He needs new furniture before he gets married. You'll pay for it. After all, he's your brother. You should help out a little!"

Hayley, standing in the middle, suddenly laughed out loud.

They wanted her house and expected her to buy new furniture on top of that? Ridiculous.

Even more ridiculous was the fact that she actually went along with it last time!

Hayley's mother, Cynthia, died in a car accident when she was 14. Soon after, Lucy moved in with her son, Philip. On the surface, Lucy seemed perfect—she was attentive and caring.

Hayley, going through her rebellious phase, was prickly with everyone but secretly craved warmth and family. Lucy's gentle, understanding ways fooled her. She supported Hayley in everything, no matter what, and Hayley almost genuinely saw her as a mother.

She gave them everything, even the only house Cynthia had left her. She hesitated for only a moment before agreeing.

The apocalypse soon hit, and Hayley was abandoned repeatedly. When it came time to escape on a rescue vehicle, they shoved her aside to save their skins. That was when Hayley truly understood how fake their love was.

True family didn't exist for her.

She had been nothing but a tool in their eyes, and they had squeezed her dry. Once she was useless, they kicked her aside.

Not a single person there had ever seen her as family.

She wanted to slap her past, foolish self so hard.

Bang!

Hayley tossed a few bags of cheap fruit from the old coffee table straight into the trash, then plopped herself down in front of them.

A young man, who had been glued to his phone on the armchair, immediately dropped it and yelled righteously, "Hayley, what the hell are you doing? These are imported apples Mom got especially for you! She said they're your favorite. How could you just throw them away?"

Hayley sneered. Her favorite? Since when?

She gave Philip a cold glance. "You think you have the right to talk to me about my house?"

Facing her icy gaze, Philip felt a shiver run through him and didn't dare to look at her.

Hayley's eyes carried a murderous energy—the kind she had honed over ten years of surviving the apocalypse alone after they abandoned her.

Philip instantly backed down.

Lucy quickly tried to smooth things over.

"What's wrong, Hayley? Are you not feeling well? If that's the case, we can come back another day. I know you're not happy with this request, but Philip is your brother. Sue's family wants a house in the city center, and you know how impossible that is now. Even with money, you might not get one. They're even doing lotteries for them. So, I'm begging you… Help your brother out. Later, when you get married, we'll try to make it up to you—"

"Why should we make it up to her?"

Bernard Reid, who had been quiet, finally spoke. He glared at Hayley.

"You really think this house is yours? You should step aside and let Philip have it! When you get married, your husband can buy you one. Stop fighting Philip for it!"

Hayley didn't even bother getting angry this time.

In her past life, she had wondered why Bernard treated her, his biological daughter, so badly, while spoiling his stepson. As it turned out, Philip was his real son—his own flesh and blood! Before he married Cynthia, he had already married Lucy in his hometown and had a son.

To him, Hayley was nothing.

And after the apocalypse, he treated her even worse.

Hayley held up four fingers. "Four hundred thousand."

Everyone froze.

"What are you talking about?"

"This house was Mom's premarital property. She legally gave it to me later, so I own this house. You want it? Pay up. Four hundred thousand is already a bargain."

"You're selling the house to us? You must be joking! We don't have that kind of money!"

Hayley lifted her smartwatch. "I'm giving you five seconds to decide. If you don't agree, I'll sell it to someone else. Five…"

"We're your elders! How could you talk money with us?!" Eleanor snapped.

"Four."

"You ungrateful little…! I'm gonna teach you a lesson!"

Hayley ignored Eleanor, speeding up. "Three…two…"

"Don't you dare!" Bernard jumped to hit her.

Hayley kicked his chair out from under him. He landed hard, looking like an idiot. She looked down coldly at him and went on, "One."

"You've lost it! How dare you hit your father!"

Hayley didn't care about their rage. She grabbed her phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Cruz, I'm selling the house. Put it up for 400 thousand…"

The house had been rented out through an agent until Hayley turned 18, which was why it hadn't been sold earlier.

"You want it, huh?" Hayley smiled, glancing their way. "Sure. I'll—"

"Don't say another word! We agree!" Lucy jumped in, panic in her voice. "Sell it to us!"

Lucy knew that the house was actually worth 600 thousand, so getting it for 400 grand was already a steal.

Plus, city-center houses were limited now, with all the residency and lottery rules. Hayley's house was hot property. Even if things didn't go exactly as they expected, the most important thing was getting it for themselves instead of letting an outsider have it.

Even if they had to pay 400 thousand to get it, they would make a quick 200 grand reselling it.

Hayley watched Lucy's reaction and smirked before hanging up.

She had decided to sell the house to them. She was losing a bit, but that was the quickest option. Time was money, and she needed both.

Most importantly, once the house was sold, they wouldn't have extra cash. She knew they only had 400 grand on hand.

In her past life, the government had warned them to stockpile supplies three days before the apocalypse. Hayley was curious to see what they would be able to afford by then.

-

Ding!

[You have received 400 thousand in your account.]

Half an hour later at the bank, Hayley saw the money hit her account. Lucy and the others weren't thrilled but paid up. The real estate agent kept calling Hayley's phone; afraid she'd sell the house to him, the family didn't dare complain.

"The property office is closed for a few days. I'll handle the transfer when they open," Hayley told them.

"No worries. We trust you!" Lucy said, squinting and smiling sweetly. "The transfer can wait. We'll arrange a time later."

Lucy acted generous, but Hayley knew better. The woman was just guarding against her future daughter-in-law, scared that her name would be on the house's deed.

Right now, the deed still carried Hayley's name, which gave her room to stall.

Hayley grinned. This was great!

Philip suddenly said to her, "Since we've bought the house, pack your stuff and get out! And toss out all of your junk. I'll get new furniture with Sue."

Right after paying, their attitude changed.

"Give Hayley a few more days. She's a responsible girl; she'll probably pay you a bit for storage and even replace some furniture. You should be more understanding of your sister," Lucy said.

"Mom, why do you still care about her? This little money-grubber doesn't deserve your kindness! I want her out! And Hayley, get your stupid dog out of the house! If I see it again, I'll chop it to pieces!"

Hayley froze when she heard Philip mention the "stupid dog".

Summer was still alive!

She didn't waste another second with them and ran home.

As soon as she opened her bedroom door, the quiet German Shepherd that was pacing nervously jumped into her arms.

"Woof, woof!"

"Summer!" Hayley almost cried, hugging it.

Summer was a retired military dog, a gift from Hayley's mother on Hayley's tenth birthday. After Cynthia died, Summer had been her comfort through the hardest times.

Lucy's family hated the intuitive dog and had tried several times to get rid of it, but Summer always came back. They wanted to give Summer away, but Hayley had insisted on keeping it, even getting into fights with them over it.

To stay the "kind stepmother", Lucy let Hayley keep Summer but insisted that it be kept locked up in Hayley's room.

After Hayley moved into Cynthia's old house, Summer finally had room to roam, though Lucy's family still locked it up when they came over.

During the apocalypse in Hayley's past life, Lucy's family ate the old dog while Hayley was out scavenging. She had blamed herself for not protecting it.

"Summer," Hayley whispered.

"Woof, woof!" Summer licked her hand.

"This time, I swear, I'll never let you get hurt again!"

"Woof, woof!" Summer barked happily.

Once Summer was settled, Hayley began packing.

The house, rented out for years, had become old and worn. However, the furniture Cynthia had bought back then was expensive. Hayley had been living with her when she was still alive. The furniture was practically useless now, but it still carried a lot of memories.

Being back, Hayley felt a little nostalgic.

Then, a voice rang in her head.

Ding!

[Super Lord System activated! Within one hour, for every 200-dollars' worth of item you carry, gain 35 cubic feet of inventory!]

Hayley froze. Here came the perks!

[Countdown: 59 minutes and 59 seconds!]

Skeptical, Hayley picked up her phone from the table to test it.

Ding! [Phone detected, worth 1,000 dollars. Reward: 175 cubic feet!]

With that, a 175-cubic-feet space appeared in her mind. Her phone vanished from her hand and reappeared there.

She now had an inventory!

Hayley tried thinking about her phone—and just like that, it appeared back in her hand from the inventory.

Her eyes lit up. It was just as she expected!

She had read plenty of novels before—this was a so-called system.

Hayley quickly accepted the perk and started sucking in everything she could. She soon figured out the pricing rules. The system valued items at their original purchase price, even if they were used or disassembled.

She jumped straight into moving, dismantling, and collecting everything.

Ding! [Gold jewelry detected, worth 11,600 dollars. Reward: 2,030 cubic feet!]

Ding! [Cup detected, worth 7.80 dollars.]

Ding! [Calendar detected, worth 2 dollars.]

The notifications kept coming.

Ding! [Small desk detected, worth 73.80 dollars. Reward: 35 cubic feet!]

Ding! [Rosewood table and chair set detected, worth 5,000 dollars. Reward: 875 cubic feet!]

Ding! [Trash can detected, worth 3 dollars.]

In about ten minutes, Hayley grabbed everything from shoes, hats, and clothes to pots, pans, pens, cups, trash bins, storage boxes, photo albums, nail clippers, and even larger stuff like tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets.

Even the rotten apples Lucy had brought today got tossed into the pile.

Ding! [Five pounds of rotten apples detected, worth 0.50 dollars.]

Hayley spat. What disgusting liars!

They wanted her to give them a 600-thousand-dollar house while offering her cheap, rotten apples they claimed to be imported. What a family!

But she didn't mind. Every little bit counted, so she collected them all.

Soon, the house was emptied of everything movable. Her sights turned to the big stuff she couldn't normally carry.

Ding! [Toilet detected, worth 400 dollars.]

Hayley yanked the toilet down with force. She had always been strong, but compared to her old self, who had survived ten years of the apocalypse, this body still felt a little weaker. She would need to train soon.

After she stored the toilet, more notifications came in.

Ding! [Sink detected, worth 139 dollars.]

Ding! [Range hood detected, worth 519.80 dollars.]

Ding! [Stove detected, worth 97.80 dollars.]

Ding! [Security door detected, worth 317.80 dollars.]

She was taking everything she could, not leaving even a single screw for them.

Ding! [Windows detected, worth 80 dollars.]

Ding! [Flooring detected, worth 30 dollars.]

Within an hour, Hayley had stripped the house clean. Anything movable was gone. The floors were lifted, the windows and doors removed, and even unmovable tiles were smashed and taken.

Ding! [Three seconds remaining!]

Hayley thought fast—she dashed to the front door, stepped on the railing, and snagged a tiny hallway bulb.

Ding! [Ten-watt bulb detected, worth 1 dollar.

[Time's up! Total space gained: 3,110 cubic feet.]

Hayley finally relaxed and said to Summer, "Summer! Let's go!"

Not long after, Philip's family brought the pregnant Sue Norman to the new house.

"Babe, here's our new place! It's in the city center and a school district, with over 1,000 square feet. It has two units per floor. We don't have a neighbor yet, so the hallway is all ours. The lighting's great, and it has the best layout in the complex. Plus, it's just 100 yards from your work. If you want, you can move in now. Furniture and appliances are ready!"

The group marched up to the east-side unit—and froze.

The house wasn't just empty; it didn't even have doors or windows. Even a hallway light bulb was gone.

Sue turned on her heel. "Hmph! You expect me to renovate this dump? Well, I'm not getting married until you fix this house. And my name has to go on the deed!"

Eleanor was fuming. She wanted to call Hayley to demand what that girl had done.

Sure, they could replace the furniture and redo the house, but Hayley had reduced it to a bare shell! The original flooring and everything Cynthia had installed were fine. How had it ended like this?

But the bad news was, they couldn't reach Hayley.

Meanwhile, Hayley was at a tunnel-style fallout shelter on the outskirts of Andersville. It was originally meant for a mountain road, but construction stopped due to insufficient funding and government rerouting. It had been abandoned and repurposed as a fallout shelter.

"What are you renting a fallout shelter for?" the agent asked routinely.

"Starting a business. I'm gonna grow mushrooms," Hayley said casually.

From her previous life, she knew there were three types of shelters.

The first were city-center shelters, built under malls, residential buildings, or hospitals. They were convenient, well-equipped, and fast to evacuate—but useless in a zombie apocalypse. Holding a high population meant it was the fastest to fall.

The other two types were tunnel-style shelters and professional defense installations. Professional ones were critical in the late apocalypse and formed the backbone of stable bases, but Hayley couldn't rent one.

So, tunnel shelters like these were perfect for her: they were secluded, far from people, and big, with a solid ventilation system and a heavy iron gate—exactly what she needed.

Plus, they were cheap.

Hayley's new shelter cost 400 a year to rent, for a minimum of 20 years. She paid three years upfront—1,200 dollars for a space the size of five basketball courts.

The agent grinned, thinking she was an easy mark. Sure, the rent was cheap, but the location was extremely inconvenient and transportation was a headache.

He figured that nine and a half out of ten entrepreneurs were idiots, but he wouldn't warn her. After collecting the money, signing the contract, and taking the 100-dollar service fee, he left.

Hayley watched him leave without a word. She wouldn't reveal her true purpose. After ten years surviving the apocalypse, she learned one thing: never explain disaster plans to fools, because idiots like them were disasters themselves.

After sending the agent off, Hayley entered the shelter with Summer.

She checked everything. The ventilation system was intact, and she found a well left by a previous tenant, plus an electrical wire.

The well's water tasted like mountain spring—totally separate from city water.

Later, when treatment plants were contaminated, tap water would be useless. With this well, Hayley now had a safe water source.

The wire wasn't connected, but that meant power could be set up. If she got a generator, the shelter could have electricity.

Right then, Hayley realized that outside the tunnel, most of the fence was covered in barbed wire. However, a lot of it had collapsed or was abandoned.

If she repaired the fence and added electricity, her fallout shelter's defenses would get a huge boost.

She decided to get started.

Just then, the voice from the system popped into her head.

Ding! [Super Lord System activated! Please reinforce the original base. Rewards will be given based on the level of reinforcement. Countdown: 15 days!]

Hayley's eyes lit up.

She was just starting to process the new mission when another notification came.

Ding! [Base war dog detected. Reward: War dog's combat power increased 100x! Physical stats increased 100x!]

Hayley watched in amazement as Summer's body started to change. Its muscles doubled in size, its claws grew longer and sharper, and all signs of aging disappeared. In its place was the fierce, commanding presence of a powerful beast.

"Woof, woof!"

Hayley was amazed. "Wow!"

-

At the building supply market…

Hayley had Cynthia's old car, so she could get around easily. It was now time to start reinforcing her base.

She found a barbed wire factory and ordered about 6,500 feet of coiled razor wire. Wrapping the old fence with these steel coils was easy and effective.

The price was 0.43 per foot, so she spent about 2,800 dollars. It was a lot, so the factory sent a big truck to deliver it. Hayley led them to an empty lot near the outskirts and had them drop it there.

"I'll call a truck to haul it later," she said, not wanting to reveal the base's location.

"Okay," the driver agreed.

It was already dark. With Summer keeping watch, Hayley stored everything in her system's space. Her 3,110-cubic-foot space easily held the wire, along with the furniture she had already stored. There was plenty of room to spare.

After Hayley was done, she drove back to the shelter with Summer. On the way, she realized she would need another warehouse.

Half an hour later, she was back at the fallout shelter. She immediately started reinforcing the old, damaged barbed wire along one section. She wound and reinforced it one foot at a time, while Summer brought her tools now and then.

They worked from night until dawn. By morning, the entire 6,500 feet of wire was strengthened.

Hayley was eager to see the reinforcement rewards. As she finished the last bit, the system's notification rang out in her mind.

Ding! [Barbed wire reinforcement detected. Reward: Defense effectiveness increased 100x!]

The wire visibly thickened and became denser, each blade of razor wire gleaming sharply. The previously thin gate had transformed into a steel lift gate.

Hayley pushed on the wire—it didn't budge.

Before, the fence could stop people on foot, but a car or a horde of zombies could break through. Now, even thousands of zombies couldn't tear it down.

Hayley was thrilled. She couldn't wait to buy more materials and keep reinforcing.

However, another problem reminded her immediately.

Gurgle…

"Woof, woof!"

She was hungry. Summer circled her, whining.

"You're hungry too, huh?" Hayley said.

"Woof!" Summer responded with a few whines.

They had only eaten a little yesterday, too busy all day. They hadn't even started proper supply gathering yet.

Right then, Hayley remembered that she had some food in her system.

She thought about the bread she had cleared from the house yesterday. Suddenly, a freshly baked bread appeared in her hand.

It was still warm!

Hayley brought out her fridge to check. Even without power, the contents were still frozen.

"Even without electricity, it keeps everything intact!"

This meant the system's inventory didn't let anything lose heat. Whatever she put in stayed exactly as it was, making it perfect for stockpiling without needing to worry about spoilage. She could hoard food freely.

-

"Rent here is 60 dollars a month, with a one-month deposit," said a man in his late 40s at an empty suburban house.

Inside, Hayley stood with Summer. She had found an old farmhouse along the main road outside her shelter. Many old houses in the suburbs were empty because families had moved to the city. The better-located ones often had "for rent" signs.

She planned to use this farmhouse as a transfer station. Supplies would be stored here and then moved invisibly into her system space, keeping her operations secret while she went shopping.

"I'll pay you 80, no deposit. I just want it for a month as a warehouse," Hayley bargained.

"That won't work," the landlord said.

"Then I'll go elsewhere."

"Alright, fine, 80 dollars it is. Just don't damage anything and leave on time."

"No problem."

Hayley paid and got the keys. She'd move out before the lease ended, anyway. She didn't want to give a deposit because it was too risky. Spending the extra 20 dollars was safer than losing the deposit later.

With the warehouse secured, she started stocking food.

First, pasta. She visited ten stores, buying 4,000 50-pound bags from each, making that 100 tons of pasta.

One hundred tons didn't take much space. A 16-foot cube would hold it, and her system could store it all. The total cost added up to about 80 thousand, and the amount was enough to last her a lifetime.

Next, she stockpiled instant noodles—1,000 cases of every flavor she could find: classic beef and chicken to seafood, spicy chili, creamy Alfredo, and even dry-mix pasta packs. Noodles were a luxury after the apocalypse. They were easy to cook, tasty, and full of oil and salt, with all the seasoning provided.

Price per case ranged from about 10 to 20 dollars. The most common was 24-pack classic beef-flavored noodles for 10 bucks, while the most expensive was truffle and mushroom-flavored, set at 20 dollars per 30 packs. They cost 14 bucks per case on average, so the total for 1,000 cases was 14 thousand dollars.

Hayley didn't stop there—she grabbed 200 cases of black pepper and breakfast sausages and 100 cases of pickled vegetables. The total cost was under 6 thousand dollars.

After buying the basic food supplies, she also stocked self-heating meals and pre-cooked meal packs, as they were extremely easy to prepare—she just needed to heat them before eating.

She went to all the stores that sold them and bought a box each—beef stew, mac and cheese, barbecue pulled pork, chicken Alfredo, cheeseburger pasta, meatloaf with mashed potatoes, spicy buffalo chicken, and chili con carne. They cost on average 1.50 dollars per pack. She bought 20 thousand packs across several stores, costing about 30 thousand dollars.

With this, she would have a lifetime supply—no more worrying about food.

Only then did Hayley feel a bit safe. She could now focus on other things.

By the end of the day, she had spent nearly 140 thousand dollars. She already had 60 thousand dollars saved previously, and the house sale brought in 400 thousand more.

After spending on the basics, she still had 320 thousand dollars—and she hadn't even started buying other supplies yet.

Guess you could never have enough money.

Hayley's gaze hardened. She opened her hand, and a property deed appeared. She found a private finance number online and called.

"Hello, I'd like to use my property as collateral for a loan."

"Sure, come by tomorrow at ten to discuss in person."

Hayley hung up. She was going to mortgage her house again.

Some debts must be repaid—and doubled. She couldn't wait for her family to find out the big surprise she had prepared.