Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

Chapter 1092



Chapter 1092

It was a ship loaded with all kinds of supplies. The crew was being rescued, but the supplies on board were in imminent danger.

The ship is sinking at a visible speed. Seawater has already flooded the deck. Soon, the entire ship will sink to the bottom of the sea, and all the supplies on board will be destroyed.

"What a pity..." The crew member beside him sighed softly, his tone heavy.

The smoked fish, clothing, and other supplies on this ship were enough to feed the people on the mothership for a month. If it sinks to the bottom of the sea, it will be a huge loss.

Zhou Shuwan quietly walked to a secluded spot next to the bulkhead and gently placed her hand on the cold steel.

She wanted to try and see if she could use her spatial ability to store the supplies from the ship.

This operation was extremely difficult for her.

First, she needed to penetrate the thick seawater and the ship's hull to pinpoint the location of the supplies.

Then, the ship was sinking, and the depth and water pressure were constantly increasing, posing a huge test to her mental strength.

She closed her eyes, cleared her mind of all distractions, and focused her mental energy intensely.

Slowly, her consciousness penetrated the seawater and enveloped the sinking cargo ship.

Every container and every item on the ship appeared clearly in her mind.

She carefully manipulated the space, slowly storing containers, bags of food, and boxes of medicine into it.

Time passed second by second, and Zhou Shuwan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her face turned pale.

The excessive mental exertion made her dizzy, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Qi Mingyu stayed by Zhou Shuwan's side the whole time. Seeing that she was pressing her hand against the cabin wall and not moving, and that her complexion was getting worse and worse, and that she did not respond when Captain Chen asked her questions twice, he immediately realized that she was using the space to do something important.

With a glance, he knew she was going to collect supplies from the sunken cruise ship.

"Captain Chen," he quickly stepped forward, stopping Captain Chen who was about to speak again, "Wanwan is a little seasick and isn't feeling well right now. Let her rest a bit. Is there something you need?"

As he spoke, he subtly stepped in front of Zhou Shuwan.

Captain Chen looked at Zhou Shuwan, who was pale, with some concern: "I'll have the doctor come and take a look later. Xiao Qi, you take good care of her."

He understood Qi Mingyu's meaning, so he didn't say anything more and turned to busy himself with rescuing people and salvaging goods.

The cargo ship was sinking faster than ever, its stern completely submerged in the water, its bow sticking up to reveal its rusted hull, as if it were about to capsize completely at any moment.

Humanity is helpless in the face of this situation.

Zhou Shuwan worked hard to collect the supplies from the cargo ship, storing each container into her spatial storage.

Suddenly, she saw something.

There are still two crew members trapped at the stern!

They appeared to have their legs trapped by the falling cargo and were struggling to free themselves.

Seawater was rushing in through the cracks in the broken deck and would soon engulf them.

Only two people remained, struggling to lift their heads and try to surface for air.

But their legs were pinned down by the tilting and sliding containers, and the heavy sheet metal twisted and deformed under the buoyancy of the seawater and the pulling force of the sinking ship.

The sharp edge left deep, bloody gashes on their calves, the crimson blood spreading in the murky seawater before being quickly washed away by the rolling waves.

"Help! Is anyone there?!" One of the young crew members struggled to raise his hand, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he swallowed a lot of seawater.

The old crew member beside him was bluish-purple, clearly having swallowed several mouthfuls of seawater, yet he still used all his strength to push the cargo pressing down on his legs, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

The deck at the stern was sinking at a visible speed, and the connection between the container and the hull was making a creaking sound, as if it could break off completely at any moment and drag the two of them into the deep sea.


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