NOVGO.NET Chapter 5 I plan to survive long.
Chapter 5: Chapter 5 I plan to survive long.
They were all staring at Luna, still trying to process how any of this could possibly make sense.
From the looks on their faces, they clearly thought she had lost her mind.
Selling buildings, lands, and estates worth billions?
To them it was stupidity.
A reckless decision.
A foolish gamble.
That was what ran through their shallow minds.
But who was going to tell them that in less than a month money would become completely useless?
That humans would be forced to do bizarre things just to survive?
Back in her previous life, trash cans had been treated like treasure vaults.
People fought over leftovers.
Moldy bread became a luxury.
Spoiled food was reheated and eaten because hunger didn’t care about standards.
She had seen survivors dig through mountains of garbage searching desperately for something edible.
Anything.
And most of the time the consequences were horrifying.
People developed severe stomach infections.
They vomited blood.
They collapsed from food poisoning.
Some died because starvation had left them with no choice.
Luna had witnessed it all with her own eyes.
She remembered every miserable detail.
That was why she refused to repeat the same mistake.
In her previous life she hadn’t possessed anything like a spatial storage.
Well...
Technically she had.
For a very short period.
Then she had stupidly handed it over to her idiot sister.
Thinking about it now made her want to punch a wall.
Fortunately things were different this time.
The space was hers.
Completely hers.
So why waste precious time buying luxury items that would become worthless when the apocalypse arrived?
When the end of the world came, expensive cars wouldn’t matter.
Designer clothes wouldn’t matter.
Money wouldn’t matter.
Food would matter.
Water would matter.
Medicine would matter.
That was why she planned to sell every single property her grandmother owned.
Everything.
Then she would use that money to stockpile enough resources to survive.
As for housing...
A cabin wasn’t going to cut it anymore.
Originally she had considered reinforcing one and hiding there.
Now she had changed her mind.
She wanted an apartment.
A completely different apartment.
Not her grandmother’s property.
Absolutely not.
The entrances and exits of that place were known by her family.
If she stayed there, one day she might wake up with a knife in her throat before the apocalypse even got the chance to kill her.
No thank you.
She wasn’t interested in dying twice.
Besides, it wasn’t exactly difficult to see that her family disliked her.
Pretending otherwise would only make her look stupid.
So she stopped pretending.
Bonnie was still staring at her with obvious concern.
Honestly, Luna understood why.
Anyone hearing her plan would probably think she had gone insane.
And Bonnie didn’t disappoint.
"Luna, I respect your decision, but your family being assholes doesn’t automatically make this a good idea."
Her voice carried genuine worry.
"Where are you going to live? What are you going to do afterward? Selling everything isn’t a plan. This isn’t smart."
Luna almost laughed.
If Bonnie knew even a fraction of what was coming, she wouldn’t be calling this stupid.
She would be helping her load trucks.
The others probably thought she had finally become the lunatic her name suggested.
If only they knew.
This was barely the beginning.
Before coming to the hospital she had checked the account balance attached to this body.
It was pathetic.
The money wasn’t even enough to buy beverages in bulk.
Forget survival supplies.
That was why the solution was obvious.
Sell assets worth billions.
Convert everything into liquid cash.
Use it immediately.
Stockpile food.
Stockpile medicine.
Stockpile necessities.
Because very soon those things would become worth more than diamonds.
Bonnie pulled her toward a quieter corner of the hallway.
Away from the others.
Away from their judgmental stares.
"Luna..."
She hesitated.
Luna looked directly at her.
"Do you trust me, Bonnie?"
The question caught her off guard.
Bonnie blinked.
"What?"
"Do you trust me?"
Luna kept her gaze steady.
"I just need your answer."
It wouldn’t prove anything.
Trust was a joke.
She had learned that the hard way.
Friends betrayed.
Family betrayed.
Lovers betrayed.
Humanity itself betrayed.
Loyalty was rarer than gold.
Still...
For some reason this girl kept sticking to her side.
And Luna couldn’t understand why.
The original owner of this body had clearly treated Bonnie terribly.
Even now she could see the signs.
Bonnie’s reactions.
Her caution.
The way she constantly seemed relieved whenever Luna spoke kindly.
It didn’t take a genius to connect the dots.
The previous Luna had been awful to her.
Yet Bonnie remained.
A complete fool.
A selfless fool.
And selfless people rarely survived the apocalypse.
They were always the first ones sacrificed.
Always the ones left behind.
Always the ones taken advantage of.
Bonnie lowered her eyes.
When she finally spoke her voice sounded uncertain.
"I trust you, Luna."
Then she paused.
"But you’re different."
Luna’s eyes narrowed.
Different.
Interesting.
Bonnie continued.
"I don’t know how to explain it."
She looked genuinely confused.
"Something changed."
A small silence followed.
"When I came to see you earlier, the way you spoke to me..."
Bonnie swallowed.
"You’ve never spoken to me like that before."
Luna felt something click inside her mind.
An idea.
A possibility.
What if this wasn’t exactly her original world?
What if it was almost identical?
Close enough to fool anyone.
Different enough to matter.
An alternate version.
A parallel universe.
And if that were true...
Then perhaps the original owner of this body was already dead.
Maybe that was why she had appeared here.
Maybe that was why everything felt familiar yet strange.
Honestly?
She didn’t care enough to investigate.
The previous Luna was gone.
That was all that mattered.
Still, Bonnie’s loyalty remained confusing.
This girl worried about her more than she worried about herself.
It was ridiculous.
Especially considering the world was about to end.
Luna sighed.
"I realized something."
Bonnie looked up.
"What?"
"I’ve been a bitch to you."
The words came surprisingly easily.
Bonnie froze.
Luna continued.
"I don’t remember everything clearly, but I know enough."
She shook her head.
"You didn’t deserve that."
Bonnie’s eyes widened.
For several seconds she couldn’t even speak.
Then she laughed nervously.
"That’s... probably the first apology you’ve ever given me."
Luna almost rolled her eyes.
That bad, huh?
Good to know.
"I’m sorry anyway."
Bonnie stared at her as though she had grown a second head.
Then Luna added quietly.
"But I need you to trust me."
A serious look entered her eyes.
"Can you do that?"
Because if Bonnie trusted her, fewer questions would be asked.
Fewer people would monitor her.
And she desperately needed privacy.
The things she planned to stockpile would attract attention.
The system’s requirements weren’t enough.
Not even close.
She intended to triple everything.
Maybe quadruple it.
Nothing spoiled inside a spatial storage.
Which meant there was no such thing as too much.
Bonnie studied her face for a long moment.
Then finally stepped aside.
"I trust you."
Luna nodded.
That was enough.
When she returned, her family was still arguing.
Still shouting.
Still acting like they cared.
"I’ve made my decision."
Her voice cut through the noise.
"I don’t want to return to that house."
The room instantly became silent.
"And Grandma’s funeral will happen immediately."
Several faces turned red.
"What the hell are you doing?"
James exploded.
"She’s my fucking mother, Luna!"
There it was again.
His mother.
Never her grandmother.
Never Luna’s family.
Just his.
Classic James.
The man never failed to disappoint.
Luna almost smiled.
Him.
His wife.
His precious son.
His precious daughter.
They could all go to hell.
She had no intention of wasting sympathy on people who never showed her any.
Why should she?
One of them might have even played a role in her death.
And now they expected tears?
Expected obedience?
Expected forgiveness?
Absolutely not.
The sooner her grandmother was buried, the sooner she could move on.
The sooner she could begin preparing.
Time wasn’t waiting for anyone.
The apocalypse certainly wouldn’t.
Since this world already had differences from her previous one, there was no guarantee the date would remain the same.
Maybe it would happen earlier.
Maybe later.
Either way she couldn’t risk wasting a single day.
"Luna, listen to me!"
James shouted.
"Luna!"
But she was already walking away.
Halfway down the corridor.
His voice echoed behind her.
Then something crashed.
A loud shattering sound.
More yelling followed.
The restrained anger finally exploding.
Luna breathed deeply.
And for the first time all day she felt satisfied.
A little.
Just a little.
"This is only the beginning."
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"When I’m finished with all of you..."
Her eyes darkened.
"You’ll beg for mercy."
The memory surfaced instantly.
Her own desperate pleading.
Her own helplessness.
Her own death.
A cold smile touched her lips.
"The same way I begged."
"But unlike me..."
She kept walking.
"You won’t get any."
Tomorrow she would begin arranging the property sales.
Every building.
Every estate.
Every piece of land.
And before anything else she needed a new property.
One secure enough to serve as her temporary base.
If she chose correctly, it might determine whether she lived or died.
Beside her, Bonnie followed quietly.
Watching.
Listening.
Growing increasingly worried as Luna continued muttering to herself.
Eventually Luna disappeared around a corner.
Bonnie stopped walking.
Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone.
She stared at the screen for several seconds before finally dialing a number.
The call connected.
"Chris?"
Her voice sounded strained.
"I don’t know what’s happening to Luna."
Bonnie looked down the empty corridor.
A knot formed in her stomach.
"She’s acting really weird."
Silence.
Then she spoke again.
"Can you come talk to her?"
For the first time all day genuine fear crept into her voice.
"Please."
"I’m scared."