With a sudden burst of speed, she jerked the boat around a sharp corner, narrowly missing the swirling currents. The maneuver nearly threw her overboard, but she gripped tight, steadied her balance, and pushed forward, finally reaching the looming bulk of the expo center. Though the building only stretched twelve stories high, each level was expansive, towering with a grandiosity that gave it a monumental feel. Nadia circled around, scanning for any signs of human activity or smashed windows. Nothing. It appeared untouched by looters and remarkably intact. Lehaven's backbone was furniture manufacturing. Surrounding it on all sides, factories dotted the landscape, while across the river lay the commercial and residential quarters. But in this relentless downpour, one would be hard-pressed to catch even a glimpse of them through the storm's thick veil.Everywhere one looked, floodwaters churned and swallowed the roads, turning them into winding rivers of muddy chaos. Yet in the heart of it all, one building stood defiantly above the waves: the grand expo center, like a lone fortress braving the tempest. Its glass walls, reinforced to withstand more than just the whims of a hammer, seemed indomitable. She pulled out a window breaker and struck the thick glass, only breaking through after a few powerful attempts. Sliding inside, she was met with darkness as deep as the night. The expo center, a 4A-grade tourist attraction, was vast. Its grandeur was still visible, but the magnificent hall was already submerged in the flood. Using her flashlight, she navigated through the array of stylish furniture. The complex waterways around the building had kept it untouched, or perhaps it lacked the essential supplies survivors needed. The place brimmed with various furniture styles—traditional, Old World Charm, Urban Loft, Savanna Luxe, Heritage Modern, modern, postmodern, classical, neoclassical, rustic, cyberpunk. Creativity knew no bounds here. But Nadia didn't linger. Her target lay on the top floor, where the furniture museum housed some of the rarest woods. The building was pitch black, echoing only with her footsteps. There was no electricity, so she had no choice but to climb the stairs. Finally, she reached the top, her legs aching from exhaustion. The entire floor showcased historical pieces—photos and actual artifacts, various woods, and ancient furniture in varying states of preservation. Flashlight in hand, she navigated through the exhibits, eventually reaching the centerpiece: a four-yard-long, irregularly shaped ebony log, dark brown and mottled. Its dark, knotted texture was a testament to the ancient forces that had shaped it underground for millennia. This wasn't just wood; it was a relic. Known as "nature's fossil," ebony held value beyond gold, revered for its rare beauty and thousand-year legacy. Nadia couldn't estimate its value. After all, no matter how precious it was, if it couldn't fill the stomach, it was worthless to the survivors. The ebony was encased in shatterproof glass, so retrieving it wouldn't be easy. But Nadia had a plan. She donned a mask and pulled out an electric saw from the domain, slicing through the protective glass. When it finally gave way, she was hit by a subtle, rich aroma from the ancient wood. She stowed the precious ebony away without hesitation, quickly moving to the next treasures: Southern silkwood, cedarwood, sandalwood, and a host of other rare timbers, encased in glass or roped off from touch. Unable to discern their spiritual energy, she stored them all in her domain. She worked her way around the room, eventually finding the intricately carved red sandalwood bed. Beautiful yet eerie in the darkness, its size prevented it from fitting in her domain's already crowded living room. Rolling up her sleeves, she dismantled it, storing the pieces in her domain along with matching furniture—tables, chairs, benches, dressing tables.The museum held many other antique pieces—tables, grand chairs, chaise lounges, and more. Breaking the display glass made her palms sweat, despite her multiple layers of face coverings. It was only in times of apocalypse that she dared to do this. In normal times, she would have been imprisoned for such vandalism. She continued tearing the furniture apart, not even sparing the wooden sticks. Exhausted and dizzy from all that work, Nadia, covered in sweat, took a break, snacking on chocolate and drinking a Red Bull. Re-energized, she turned off her flashlight and entered her domain. The domain was scattered with old furniture, but most of it was gone. Much to her astonishment, the living room had grown by about 30 square meters, with a new spiral staircase leading to an upper floor. The rooms, kitchen, and bathrooms were also larger. The master bedroom now boasted a walk-in closet, and her domain had gained an additional bedroom and study.Now, her domain consisted of four bedrooms, two living rooms, three bathrooms, and one study. The spiral staircase only reached the top of the wall, indicating there was still room for expansion. Not only that, but her Black Earth Garden seemed to have expanded from 20 to 300 square meters. I was right—ancient wood rich in spiritual energy really works! Thanks to the ebony, the sandalwood, and the spirits who dedicate themselves to the domain! As for those her domain didn't approve of, she had no intention of getting rid of them. Might as well use them as firewood during extreme cold. This trip was well worth it—her domain had gained an additional 400 square meters or 1,200 cubic meters of space. After exiting her domain, she went down to the next floor. The floor and the one below it were filled with traditional furniture, but there was much more of them than she could collect. She could only rely on her instincts to pick out the seemingly expensive pieces and put them in her domain, putting them all in a pile in the garden. She put in as much as her domain could take. As for those it couldn't take, she could take them out later for exchange. The additional 1,200 cubic meters boosted her confidence, allowing her to hoard things as much as she could. The eighth floor was designed as a service area with a business hall, screening rooms, restaurants, cafes, bakeries, and convenience stores for visitors and exhibitors. Although the perishables had spoiled, the restaurants had stocked up for the expo, with thousands of pounds of pasta, flour, and other grains, over 300 barrels of many kinds of cooking oil, and a variety of seasonings, teas, wines, and drinks. In a high-end restaurant, she found 20 unopened cans of top-tier caviar and 30 bottles of Lafite wine, all still good. The three storage refrigerators, equipped with backup power, were filled with steaks, lamb chops, foie gras, blue lobsters, Parmesan cheese, and more. Thrilled, she took the entire refrigerator.She cleared out the convenience store and bakery, taking everything except expired goods. She even took the coffee beans, sugar, milk, and coffee machines from the café, adding over 100 cubic meters of supplies. As she continued to explore the eighth floor, she discovered a large maintenance area with two high-powered generators, likely for emergency use in the event of a power outage. However, running the generators required diesel, which she couldn't find in the machine room…