My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 836

Chapter 836: Chapter 836 Hoarding Cars

The expensive-looking suit it wore suggested the zombie had once been a wealthy client, probably waiting here for paperwork to finish or perhaps placing an order for a custom car.

Now, that same client was partially buried under the rubble from the collapsed roof, arms flailing wildly, unable to move its lower half.

There were only three other zombies on the floor—two in black suits who looked like they had once been bodyguards, and one female staff member in an office uniform. The woman’s scalp was half-detached, hanging grotesquely like a wig on the back of her head, exposing part of her skull beneath. She shuffled toward the rubble with one dragging foot, her milky eyes locking onto Fred, who was still peeking through the hole.

Her growls triggered the others, the bodyguard zombies turning with stiff, menacing movements. Meanwhile, the buried zombie swiped helplessly at the air, reaching up toward Fred with broken, bloodied fingers.

"The situation downstairs wasn’t anything major," Fred said, tilting his head slightly before jumping down with his dagger in hand. When he landed, he drove the blade straight into the skull of a zombie trapped beneath the rubble. Rose and Evelyn followed immediately, swiftly killing the remaining undead around them.

Once the lounge was secured, the rest of the group jumped down from the rooftop. Instinctively, they began sweeping the area for supplies—weeks of survival had drilled the habit into them. Jason and a few others made their way to a small fridge and an adjacent pantry tucked into the lounge’s corner.

Inside, they found a decent stockpile: stacks of Evian bottled water, rows of imported cookies and muffins, and a few pastries still within their shelf life. There was a loaf of bread, but it had already molded over, so they left it untouched. They hauled the usable supplies into a pile near the center of the room.

The fridge, though powerless, still had bottles of water and various drinks inside. Nearby, sacks of coffee beans and tins of loose-leaf tea caught Jason’s eye. He hesitated. The beans and tea looked expensive, possibly rare, but they weren’t essentials. Carrying them would only weigh them down.

Just as Jason was debating what to do, one of the STAU members entered the pantry. He then scanned the items silently. Before Jason could make up his mind, the sack of coffee and tea vanished before his eyes—whisked away by the STAU like he had read his indecision and resolved it for him.

Just as the STAU member was about to exit the pantry, something caught his attention—a large industrial coffee machine tucked into the corner. Not just one, but three of them, the kind typically found in busy coffee shops. Intrigued, the STAU turned and made his way out of the pantry, scanning the small bar area in the lounge.

There, he found another coffee machine—sleek, high-end, and clearly more luxurious than the ones inside. The shelves beneath held a collection of elegant coffee cups, fine tea sets, and various accessories.

The STAU’s eyes lit up with excitement. With a single wave of his hand, everything vanished into his spatial storage—machines, cups, and all. Without pause, he returned to the pantry and lifted his hand again. In an instant, the room was spotless. The once-cluttered shelves were now pristine, and the remaining sack of coffee beans disappeared alongside the industrial machines.

Jason, who had been standing nearby, blinked in surprise. The entire stockpile—including the machines—was gone. One moment they were there; the next, they had been whisked away by the STAU without a trace.

He had already suspected that the STAU members were awakened ability users, just like Fred and the others, and that they might possess the ability to store items in a separate spatial dimension. But seeing it firsthand was a completely different experience. Watching supplies vanish into thin air right before his eyes left him stunned. It confirmed just how valuable these STAU members were, especially for supply-gathering missions. Jason couldn’t help but look at the STAU with a sense of reverence as the person silently turned his back and rejoined the others.

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