Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies

Chapter 32: Torture till the liver hurts

Although she really wanted to stab her boss in the kidney, after dinner and a bath, Su Yinhe hesitated for a moment and still extended her sinful hand.

She would just take a quick look and run away as soon as it got too abusive.

But having looked, could she really run away?

Su Yinhe got so absorbed that she stayed up all night reading.

The next day, the floor was covered with tissues she had used to wipe her tears, and her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts.

When dawn broke, she was still a bit dazed as she looked out the window.

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Her mind was completely filled with the plot.

According to an incomplete count, the female protagonist had her kidney stabbed 27 times, was hit by cars 87 times, was pushed down the stairs by another female 98 times, miscarried 31 times, was slapped 865 times, and was stabbed in the kidney 993 times…

All this could be briefly referred to as a medical miracle.

To be honest, it was quite enjoyable when she watched without thinking, and she cried a mess.

Su Yinhe shook her head, tossed aside the novel, and went off to wash up while wearing slippers.

It was only after freshening up that she sobered up and then fell silent looking at the tissues scattered on the floor.

The female lead grew so many kidneys, bouncing back every time one was cut out as if she were a kidney-making machine, then why did she still cry every time she saw the female protagonist getting her kidney cut?

Su Yinhe touched her own kidney, to be honest, she felt pain even if the protagonist didn’t.

Su Yinhe gathered the tissues from the floor and threw them into the trash can, which accepted them quite eagerly.

She turned around and saw two empty tissue bags.

She had cried through all her tissues last night, used up one pack, and then finished off another.

Su Yinhe stared at the half-finished novel, just wanting to know how many more times the female protagonist’s kidneys would be cut out.

With so many kidneys, that’s enough to stir-fry quite a few dishes of kidney flowers.

Probably enough to open a shop.

She even wondered where Chi Yan, who looked so refined, got such a novel from.

She had only read half of it, and there was still so much left to go, wondering when she would ever finish.

Su Yinhe didn’t realize that after a night of kidney cutting, she had lost her aversion to creating such stories.

She even didn’t want to stab her boss in the kidney anymore, as the boss also had a hard time, being stabbed in the kidney was painful, maybe it was better to just sack him and break his legs.

Cutting kidneys was really addictive, and Su Yinhe even took the novel downstairs to read today; although she took her tablet down too, it just sat there, lonely on the side.

Today, no one bothered her, so Su Yinhe could indulge in a day of kidney cutting, until she couldn’t even recognize the words “kidney” anymore.

After finishing the whole novel, Su Yinhe tallied up that the female protagonist’s kidneys had been cut a total of 52 times.

In the end, the male lead even used this method for a love confession, and the female protagonist agreed. Despite being battered and feeble, she ended up giving birth to 108 treasures for him.

Medical miracles, medical miracles.

Good thing she wasn’t studying medicine.

Otherwise, she might have gone to consult the author.

Having finished the entire gut-wrenchingly abusive novel, Su Yinhe finally noticed that today’s supermarket crowd was a bit different from the previous days.

They were thinner, dirtier.

And there were several children with disproportionately large heads and skinny bodies.

All of these children without exception looked at people with fierce, highly defensive eyes, and when someone stared at them, they showed menacing expressions.

But their expressions combined with their frail bodies, didn’t produce any deterrent effect at all.

She saw several tall Superpower Users glance disdainfully at them and then burst into mocking laughter.

The children could only respond with fiercer glares.

The supermarket’s reputation was growing, and more and more people knew about it. With the Superpower Users scouting the way, more ordinary people were also coming.

Previously, she received gold mostly in the form of gold bars, or well-crafted necklaces and bracelets.

These days, however, the majority of her collections were gold blocks, small chunks, and tiny gold beads.

Su Yinhe had become a cunning merchant, trading even the large gold bars for just a few thousand pieces, let alone these smaller, lower-quality gold blocks.@@novelbin@@

She could only exchange them for tens at a time.

The people trading didn’t mind.

After trading, they would grab instant noodles and nothing else.

Speaking of which, during the many days the supermarket had been open, the most exchanged items by these people were instant noodles, followed by compressed biscuits.

Very few people would exchange for other items.

Only those with a lot of gold were willing to trade for some sausages, chocolate, and candy.

It was only Chi Yan who bought a lot of wet wipes.

“Brother Wang Xin, we really bought instant noodles!” a skinny and shabbily dressed little boy excitedly told his companion while holding several packs of instant noodles.

His companion, Wang Xin, was equally emaciated and shabbily dressed, the only difference being his eyes.

“Ah Qian, keep your voice down.” Even with food finally in hand, enough to satiate a hunger of more than ten days, Wang Xin didn’t dare to relax his vigilance.

A child who had lived through ten years of the apocalypse knew well that as long as the food hadn’t entered their stomachs, it didn’t belong to them yet.

Last time, he and Ah Qian had found a bag of wild greens. Just as they were about to eat it after cooking, someone had snatched it from them.

Now, the people nearby had more things than they did, and even though Wang Xin and his companion only had a few packs of instant noodles which seemed unremarkable, Wang Xin still couldn’t relax.

In the supermarket, no one dared to rob them of their goods because there were rules. Everyone was afraid of breaking the rules and not being able to shop there again.

In this supermarket, just a bit of gold could be exchanged for food. After the apocalypse, gold had become worthless—it couldn’t be eaten or drunk, considered junk to them.

Trading a bit of junk for delicious instant noodles was tempting for anyone.

Wang Xin, hearing about it at the base, was also tempted.

He, Ah Qian, and a few other companions—who were all in their teens and couldn’t take on base tasks due to their age—

were left to make straw sandals, but without anyone to teach them how to make them properly and since they weren’t dexterous, their products weren’t attractive. Hardly anyone wanted to buy them.

Even if someone did buy, the contribution value they got for one pair of sandals was only equivalent to the value they’d need to buy ten pairs.

Having scraped together some contribution value, the porridge they bought could still be stolen.

Especially when alone, they had often been robbed before gradually coming together as a group.

With more people, they were robbed less often.

They did their tasks mainly together.

Usually, they made straw sandals, secretly went out to look for wild vegetables, roots, and edible grasses.

These tasks were risky, so they usually had the ones with weaker bodies make the sandals while those who were slightly stronger dared to venture out of the city to look for food.

Wang Xin was smart, their leader.

He would often pay close attention to various bits of information within the base, some of which the Superpower Users would need, and he could use it to exchange for food with them.

So he was among the first to know that outside the base, a supermarket was exchanging food for gold.