For the hot pot, Gu Xi only needed to provide the raw ingredients. As for everything else, there were plenty of people scrambling to help.

Spurred on by Shen Yue’s ravenous gaze—like a starving dog lunging for food—Gu Xi took out pile after pile of various mutated beast meat until it formed a small mountain.

It was a good thing that after the apocalypse began, everyone had been forced to become a compulsive hoarder. Gu Xi had been influenced by this since she was young. Back when she was on missions, she would subconsciously toss any food or supplies she saw into her space.

This was especially true during her early years on missions. Whenever she encountered mutated beasts, no matter how bloody or bizarre, as long as they were edible, they all ended up tossed into her space.

And over the years, the number of mutated beasts that had died at the hands of Gu Xi and the Doomsday Squad was simply countless...

Off to the side, Qi Xiang glanced at the mountain of mutated beast meat, then at the group of men beside it. Led by the glutton Shen Yue, they were all drooling as they circled the meat. She sighed, "It’s a good thing Gu Xi’s space is so large. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough for this pack of animals to devour."

Hearing this, Wei Heng couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

He walked over to Gu Xi and said tactfully, "You know, for hot pot, we should also think about a balanced diet. A good mix of meat and vegetables..." ’We ate so much meat during the last hot pot,’ he thought. ’If we keep this up, how much can she possibly have left in her space?’

Gu Xi thought for a moment before replying, just as tactfully, "But I think hot pot and meat are a better match." On this point, her opinion was perfectly aligned with Shen Yue’s.

Wei Heng felt this couldn’t continue. It was all outflow and no inflow. Even if Gu Xi’s space contained an enormous amount of meat, it wouldn’t be enough for these people to get through.

Gu Xi knew what he was worried about. "Don’t worry," she said. "There’s more than enough meat."

Qi Xiang brought over the selected seeds. Seeing Wei Heng’s worried expression, she couldn’t help but start to worry as well. Everyone knew you could eat well by following Gu Xi. The problem was, there was only so much meat...

It wasn’t that she was unwilling to share with others, but that pack of animals from the Special Service Team... each one of them seemed to have a bottomless stomach. If they got used to being fed and then refused to leave... 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Then even Gu Xi’s massive reserves wouldn’t be enough for them to burn through!

’Actually, winning over the Special Service Team wouldn’t be a bad idea,’ she thought. ’After all, considering the current situation outside... for Gu Xi, the more power she has at her disposal, the better.’

’The problem is, these guys eat way too much!’

As for vegetables and grains, Qi Xiang wasn’t worried. As long as they had seeds, it was no problem for Gu Xi. But mutated beast meat was a different story. It was practically a non-renewable resource now; every meal they ate was one meal gone for good.

And Gu Xi was always generous and didn’t know how to turn people down. It was up to her and Wei Heng to manage that aspect.

Qi Xiang decided to test the waters and see just how large their food supply really was.

She glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Gu Xi, exactly how big is your space?"

Gu Xi took the selected seeds from her hand without a word.

As for how big her space actually was?

In the past, Li Ming and the others had discussed it, but they never came to a conclusion.

In fact, not even Gu Xi herself knew how big her space currently was.

Initially, when she first manifested her space, she could still sense its boundaries. But ever since her ability advanced to the god-tier, the space seemed to have expanded infinitely, and she could no longer sense its limits.

Later on, Li Ming had made a point of storing all the supplies the Doomsday Squad found in her space. Each time they returned to the base, they would only turn in a small portion. As for the Crystal Cores, he had Gu Xi keep them all for herself.

Even though Gu Xi herself didn’t need Crystal Cores, Li Ming had said that by keeping the Crystal Cores, others wouldn’t know her trump card...

’Back then, I never thought about it,’ Gu Xi reflected. ’I just did whatever Li Ming told me to do.’

’But thinking about it now, he was probably already guarding against the base back then, planning an exit strategy for me, for the future of our squad.’

Gu Xi lowered her gaze, her fingertips slowly stroking the seeds in her hand. ’Over the years, Li Ming wasn’t the only one who had painstakingly planned for my sake, was he?’

’There was also Ye Xin...’

She couldn’t help but think of those special symbols on Ye Xin’s letter, the ones that looked like smudges.

She knew that old dictionary like the back of her hand. It only took Gu Xi a few seconds to decipher the string of symbols—it was about mutated people.

’Ye Xin had clearly found out that City A was hiding a large number of sentient mutated people. But the people she sent to intercept Wei Heng never told him and the others about it.’

’And the message Yang Chi sent back through an intermediary didn’t mention it either.’

’It seems Ye Xin is deliberately controlling who knows about this.’

...

Over on the other side, Qin Shi had already cleared a large patch of wasteland outside the Miasma Forest.

Gu Xi walked over and was about to casually scatter the handful of seeds...

Just then, Ouyang saw her and quickly stopped her. "Wait."

Gu Xi, not understanding, looked up at her. "?"

"Miss Gu, you’re just going to plant them like that?" Ouyang asked, her expression a little strange as she looked at the handful of colorful seeds.

Gu Xi replied, "How else?"

As she spoke, she had already tossed the seeds. They took root the moment they touched the ground, and immediately began to sprout...

Ouyang stared, dumbfounded. She whispered to Qi Xiang, who was standing beside her, "Can you really do that?"

Although she wasn’t a professional farmer, she still knew some of the basics. For example, there were rules for companion planting; you couldn’t just grow any combination of plants together...

Qi Xiang shot her a look as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why couldn’t you?"

’I don’t know if other people can,’ she thought, ’but Gu Xi definitely can.’

"Look," Qi Xiang said, pointing at the vegetable patch with a triumphant air. "Aren’t they all growing perfectly fine!"

Ouyang... Ouyang just shut down.

’Seriously, I’m so stupid,’ she thought. ’It’s not the first time I’ve seen Miss Gu farm. How could I ask such a dumb question?’

In no time, the vegetable patch was a sea of lush green, a living demonstration of what a bumper crop looked like!

Over on the other side, Gu Xi waved in their direction. Wei Heng had just pulled the baskets from the vehicle, ready to harvest the vegetables, when a pale golden shadow flashed before his eyes and shot straight into the patch.

He instinctively turned to look and saw the Mutated Rat King clutching a mutated vegetable with its front paws. It looked like a large daikon radish but was segmented like a lotus root. The creature was heaving and grunting as it tried to pull it out of the ground.

Nearby, Gu Xi bent down and tapped its ear. "Keep it up. I’m leaving this patch of radishes to you."

The Mutated Rat King, still clutching the mutated radish, leaned back slightly and turned to give her a "SQUEAK!"

’Don’t worry! As long as you deliver the Crystal Cores you promised, you can leave this whole patch to me!’

Wei Heng walked over and watched the Mutated Rat King struggling to pull up the radish. "Why give this job to him?" ’This thing is clever,’ he thought. ’It wouldn’t dare set foot in Gu Xi’s vegetable patch without her permission.’

Gu Xi dusted off her hands and said nonchalantly, "Oh, it’s nothing. I just suddenly remembered a song..."

Wei Heng raised an eyebrow. "?"

Gu Xi gazed into the distance, a sudden smile gracing her lips as something came to mind. She began to hum softly, "Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the radish, heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the radish..."

Wei Heng: "..."

The Mutated Rat King: "SQUEAK!"

"What song is that? I have to say, it’s strangely appropriate for the occasion," Qi Xiang remarked as she walked over, watching the Mutated Rat King diligently pulling up radishes.

The Mutated Rat King’s body went stiff. "Squeak..."

’Suddenly, I don’t really feel like doing this anymore.’