Nadia had never experienced the taste of pork, but she was acutely aware of its rarity and immense value in the post-apocalyptic world. Its worth as a trading commodity was beyond dispute. With no hesitation, she deposited it into her storage space, but a sudden thought occurred to her. She seized a handful of the precious meat and stuffed it into a sleek, black plastic bag, likely containing dozens of succulent pieces. After clearing the 15th floor, she descended to the 14th. This level was dominated by a single tech company, occupying a colossal office that stretched endlessly beyond her view, teeming with countless workstations. The prosperity of this company was palpable; the employee benefits were nothing short of opulent. The pantry boasted an array of luxurious items—pricy snacks, self-heating meals, and a refrigerator overflowing with steaks and pork chops. The aroma wafting from the refrigerator was so pungent that it nearly turned her stomach. Having plundered the pantry, she proceeded to the executive office. It was clear this was the domain of a wealthy and possibly eccentric tycoon. The office was grandiose, featuring a vast hall, a reception area, a plush lounge, and, intriguingly, a personal gallery of collections. Was it the custom of modern magnates to transform their offices into private museums of indulgence? The gallery was heavily secured, piquing Nadia’s curiosity. She mustered all her strength to force the door open, and the sight that greeted her was nothing short of breathtaking. Behind the door stood an antique wooden shelf, showcasing a Lonny Dynasty saber in all its glory. The scabbard was intricately adorned with ancient motifs and lavishly silver-plated. Nadia gently lifted the saber from its stand and unsheathed it. The blade shimmered with a cold brilliance, its weight perfectly balanced—substantial enough to convey its quality but not burdensome. It was a masterful weapon, leagues beyond any butcher's knife she had encountered. With a practiced swing, she cut through a wooden box effortlessly, as though it were mere tofu. “…This isn’t merely a saber; it’s a weapon of divine craftsmanship.” The shelf was laden with numerous antiquities—blue and white porcelain vases, elegant hat stands, vibrant glazed vases, apple-shaped vessels, and ancient cauldrons. While Nadia was not well-versed in their significance, the mere presence of these relics in the tycoon’s collection spoke volumes about their value. Each artifact bore the marks of age and wear, the result of countless years of exposure. In these harsh times, such opulent treasures seemed almost trivial compared to the simplicity of a loaf of bread. Nevertheless, these artifacts, though not monumental in size, possessed an undeniable aesthetic charm. They could easily serve as elegant decorative pieces, adding a touch of refinement without consuming much space. To the left of the shelf, an assortment of paintings and calligraphy scrolls from venerable ancient masters was displayed. Each piece in this collection would command millions, a testament to their unmatched artistic value. Yet, Nadia’s attention was irresistibly drawn to a secluded alcove, where a splendid array of rare spirits was meticulously arranged. Here, ten bottles of the 1982 Sovereign Elixir, each valued at a staggering $150,000, were presented with an air of regal grandeur. This prized vintage, embodying timeless luxury and refined elegance, was a rare gem indeed. Nearby, six ornately adorned crates of the 2002 Celestial Ambrosia captured the eye. Each crate, valued at $70,000, was renowned for its mystical allure and enchanting flavor, celebrated for its storied past and divine taste. Completing this opulent collection were fifty crates of the 2010 Celestial Ambrosia. Each crate contained twelve bottles and was priced at $80,000. The 2010 vintage, a symbol of celestial sophistication, stood as the crowning jewel of this extraordinary assemblage. This wasn’t merely alcohol; it was a collection of liquid art. With a silent nod of gratitude to the tycoon, Nadia carefully gathered every bottle and stowed them in her storage space. The tycoon’s eclectic tastes were reflected in a diverse array of items, including diamond-encrusted Patek Philippe watches and high-end diving gear. Notably, the MTUE brand diving suit, a limited edition masterpiece, was valued at an impressive $980,000. Given the anticipated flood and unpredictable weather, Nadia seized the opportunity to acquire it. In a transparent glass cabinet, she discovered a five-star golf club. Having worked at a golf course during a summer break, she recognized its worth: $180,000, equivalent to an astounding 1.08 million dollars. Nadia methodically emptied the collection gallery, even taking the antique wooden shelf, which she intended to use as firewood during the harsh winter months. In a less conspicuous corner of the room, she unearthed a secure safe, a clear indicator of valuable contents. The lounge’s kitchen boasted an enormous refrigerator, brimming with gourmet delicacies—foie gras, Wagyu beef, caviar, black truffles, golden abalone, Iberian ham, 1982 Lafite, steaks, and salmon. The refrigerator, not only filled but also equipped with a built-in battery, ensured the freshness of its luxurious ingredients. Nadia was overwhelmed with gratitude for the tycoon. She packed the ingredients and the refrigerator into her storage space. The Lonny Dynasty saber and the golf club were among the best weapons in the apocalypse. Nadia didn’t want to keep them hidden, so she put them in a bag and slung it over her shoulder. The 14th and 15th floors had yielded a substantial amount of supplies. She had been meticulous in her search, leaving no package untouched. The 13th floor was less organized, housing a high-tech incubator base with various new startups. The base was financially strapped, with no significant resources to be found. Exhausted and gasping for breath, Nadia ate a few energy bars and continued prying open doors.One company, specializing in nano-fabric, had a modest facade but boasted an exorbitant silver-gray thermal shirt priced at 198,000 dollars. The shirt claimed to maintain a constant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius. Curious, Nadia smashed the glass display with a hammer and took the shirt. It felt exceptionally soft and smooth against her skin, resembling silk. She decided to take it only to experience wearing something so expensive. She collected all the fabric and found ten meters of thermal fabric in the sample warehouse, perfect for making personal clothing. By the time Caleb arrived to help, Nadia had only completed half of the 13th floor. He was astonished by The Lonny Dynasty saber and golf club she carried and gave her a thumbs up. "Lucky break. Just happened to stumble upon it." It was already dark, so Nadia urged him to help move the supplies downstairs and load them onto the inflatable boats. Despite being exhausted, Caleb complied. With nightfall making collection difficult, Nadia was worn out but persisted, driven by the desire for a better future in the apocalypse. Before long, Levi arrived to assist. The team’s haul was impressive. After checking, it became clear that the amount was too much for one trip, and the heavy load would likely exceed the capacity of the motorboat. Nadia sent Levi to help move the supplies and retrieve the packed motorboat from her storage space. She also brought a 5-liter can of gasoline. Once the road was clear, she would have a motorboat of her own. There were few resources left on the 13th floor. Dragging the heavy boxes out, she called out to Levi, "Look what I found—a motorboat! Haha!" Levi’s eyes widened in surprise. "Nadia, your luck is unbelievable." "Yeah, looks like it was bought by a water enthusiast. Didn’t expect it to end up in my hands." Her acting was less than subtle. In the dark, Levi couldn’t see her expression. She shared the news with Caleb. "Caleb, Nadia found a motorboat." With two motorboats and three inflatable boats on the 18th floor, their assets were impressive. "The only downside is the lack of fuel. We might not be able to travel far." "No worries. We’ll find more fuel as needed. We’ll go wherever we want in the future." The four of them moved all the supplies to the 5th floor. After clearing an entire building, the amount of supplies they had was substantial. Not just one trip, but even two trips wouldn’t be enough to carry everything.